Notes: I knew this would happen. I knew it, I knew it! I am getting all sorts of ideas for this story and none for the story that I claimed was my main project. What an awful writer I am. I was only able to get less than a page for my main story today, and a complete segment for this one. How grand. (sarcasm, people). Also, if you don't like flashbacks, I apologize. Oh! And I have noticed I have made some spelling mistakes in the past few chapters, and I am deeply sorry! I'm working on editing everything and making it correct.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Me? Own Harry Potter? Are you on acid?

Katie Bell's Home, September 16th

Katie was depressed. Not her usual everyday depressed, but extremely depressed, even for her. Today was Kelly's birthday.The day that they had celebrated quietly together on ever since they had met. This time it was different. The day was here, but Kelly wasn't. Today the man named Kelly turned 27, but the remains were still 26. Another cruel reminder that her husband was gone.

Somehow, she felt that the emotional link to her child was extremely strong as the morning progressed. The baby wasn't it's usual self . . vigorously kicking as it normally did. She had originally added that to her all ready worry filled morning, but when she had felt the baby kicking occasionally every know and then, she felt that everything would be ok. Perhaps her unborn child felt the atmosphere of the day and realized what was going on and decided not to be so lively.

Katie's usual morning of routine of taking her morning vitamins and sitting outside on the back porch went by quietly. She hummed some old folk songs quietly to herself as she rocked lightly back and forth in the wicker chair. The sun was blocked by numerous clouds and some dew was still shining on the small hills as some of the sun's rays crept through and hit the Irish countryside. She couldn't help but float back into some memories that she had shared with Kelly on mornings like this . . .

Two Years Earlier:

Katie Bell Graham and her companion rolled to a stop, tangled and laughing. They had been rolling down a somewhat steep hill and had finally came to a stop. She was lying on her back, looking up at the surprizingly sunny sky while her male counterpart was lying across her stomach, laughter shaking his body as well. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at his laughing fiancée.

"It doesn't do you much good, you know, if I'm dead before the wedding." Katie laughed as she looked up at the man she was engaged to be married to. The sun shining behind him had caused his features to be shadowed and only his light ash blonde hair could be distinguished at the top of his head, sending off a brilliant light.

He smiled from ear to ear, "You can't say it wasn't fun." He lowered his voice slightly from what his normal tone was and his Irish brogue mixed in with the laughter made the sentence slightly incoherent.

"Fun? We just rolled down that thing." She still had a smile plastered on her face as she tilted her head in the general direction of the massive hill her fiancé had just sent them tumbling down.

"Care to do it again?" He asked mischievously. She didn't need to see his eyes to be able to tell that he had that childish glint in his soft green eyes.

"Kel-ly." She pled with her eyes up with him. "As fun as rolling down a hill is for me, I really don't think I could survive it again." She looked up at him, trying her best to see his eyes or any facial features.

His features quickly came into view as he leaned in and kissed her forehead before pulling away about a centimeter. "Please?" His eyes were smiling just as much as his mouth was and Katie had to roll her eyes to break eye contact with him.

"Quit!" She looked away and pushed his upper body with her hands lightly. "That's not going to work." He kept on moving his head to follow her own so they could keep eye contact. "Kelly" She whined, her laughing voice deceiving her stern words.

"Aw. C'mon Kate." He never called her simply 'Katie'. Not since they had started dating. She recalled him saying it only once. The day that they had first met at a Holyhead Harpies versus Puddlemere United game. She had been there, not knowing whether to support Angelina or Oliver and he had been there just to watch a good Quidditch match. After the game, Oliver's brother Kerr had introduced everyone to Kelly, being that they had recently became quite good friends. The moment Katie's eyes had met Kelly's green ones, everything just simply clicked. The next day, a head appeared in her fireplace and they hadn't looked back since.

"I can't. As, ehm, fun as it sounds to go rolling down hills all day, I just don't think it's exactly safe." She insisted leaning up a few inches to peck him on the lips before falling back onto the ground.

"Since when do you care about safety, eh?" He raised an eyebrow at her and cocked his head to the side. è

"Since I have a wonderful fiancé." She replied before adding humorously, "And the fact that I don't want to be covered in bruises for the wedding." In a whisper she continued. "They'll think you're abusive." She laughed at that.

"Me? Never in a million years." Kelly told her sincerely.

"I know that. I'm only trying to prove my case, which isn't working out for me, is it?" Katie sighed and brought her arms up around the Irish Quidditch player.

"Nope. You and I are going down that hill again." He told her with a boyish grin.

"But wouldn't you rather lay in the grass with me and talk?" The former Gryffindor Chaser lightly ran her nails over his darn maroon shirt.

"I'd really love to . . . but." He abruptly moved from above her and the next thing she knew she was being picked up and put in a cradle like position. "I want to go down that hill."

"No. No. Ooh, my back. How it aches!" She dramatically tried to convince her soon to be husband that she was injured. She failed, of course.

Katie Bell's home, present tense

Katie was brought out of her daze at that moment. There was a tear on her cheek now. The rest of the memory flooded upon her. Kelly had carried her up to the top of the hill and set her down. Only to have them come tumbling back down moments later. This time she landed on top of Kelly. They had laughed and she had laid her head on his chest and he had ran his hands slowly through her hair, which she had grown long and dyed dark brunette. She felt like the characters out of some cheesy romance novel at that moment. It was just so perfect. Too perfect, now that she looked back on it. They had the perfect life. Of course something had to happen. Something always happened.

Another tear ripped down the opposite cheek, leaving a glittering trail. She gasped and looked upwards whenever someone tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and dabbed a handkerchief over her cheeks. Through her blurred eyes, she looked up at the figure.

"Kelly?"

-insert evil smile here- No comment.

Sally: The shortness kills me to write. I know how you feel!

Spexy: Yes. I like writing a nice down to earth Oliver. Rather than an Oliver who acts like a jerkhead like I have done before. I wouldn't quite classify Hypatia as an alcoholic . . . well, nevermind, go ahead and call her that. It's fitting.

Beexyanca: This is definitely something different from what I've written before, but glad to see people are taking a liking to it!

gymcatgrl: The get together is coming up soon enough. It should be fun to write.

LazyLia06 who won't sign in/Lia06: I feel very stupid. I clicked on the whole fake e-mail address thing. You would think I'd notice it said'this is fake' at the end.I feel very, very stupid! Angelina is definitely not pregnant. I don't want to complicate things too much. I wanted to get more descriptive on Oliver's house, but I had to edit lots of things out so it would flow better. I pretty much only left in the location.

TheBrassPotato: Hehe. I laughed at your comments about Hypatia. I think I just might have succeeded in making her get on someone's nerves. As fun as killing her might be for me, and some of the reviewers, I just can't. I'm still trying to determine if she should be a character that pops up occasionally or if she just crashes at Oliver's while he's away. Who knows. So, I can't kill her off at the moment. Hehehe. And about not paying much attention to this story, I am an evil liar.

All righty! Oh, one quick question. Does the way I ended it classify as a cliffhanger? Not sure on that one . . .

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