I just got back from a beach weekend with my friend . . . and man am I beat up! I seriously think that the beach has something against me! At least I didn't get attacked by a crab like my oh-so-bright friend, but that's a long story.

All my inspiration bottled up over the long weekend, so I like this chapter and think it's decent enough. Then again, I never really like my own work much. I recommend listening to songs such as "I Would For You" by Jane's Addiction or "Not An Addict" by K's Choice. The subject matter of "Not An Addict" isn't as fitting as that of "I Would For You", but I like the sound of the song while reading this.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own bruises and scrapes, but not Harry Potter.

"Kelly?"

She looked up at the figure who's features were darkened by the sun shining behind him, just as Kelly had been in her memory of that day when they had gone rolling down the hill. The man's hair was slightly darker than Kelly's, but not by much. The height was the same, as was their physique. Her hopes of it being Kelly evaporated as soon as the figure opened his mouth and the words that came out sounded Scottish rather than Irish.

"No, Katie, I'm not." Was the man's answer.

The voice sounded so foreign to her, yet so familiar. She hadn't heard it in ages. Years. She turned her head to the side at the realization that the kind mystery man wasn't her husband, but rather her former closest friend and onetime love. "I didn't ask you to come here."

"I felt like I needed to." Oliver Wood responded, moving his hand from the side of her face to her shoulder. "Now that I've seen you, I know it was the right thing."

"I can't see you, Oliver. I can't see you nor anyone else." She halted her tears as the thought that her friends were once again defying her wishes. "Not today."

"Today is the day that you need your friends more than any other day, Katie." He tried to get her to make eye contact with him by taking her hand with his, but she still remained still and gazing out in the opposite direction. "I'm not the only one who things this."

"I'm not some ill person who needs charity from friends." She responded automatically, snatching her hand away from him and setting it in her lap.

"Friends visiting you isn't charity. It's friends being friends. You need friends, you know that." Oliver looked in disbelief at his onetime lighthearted friend.

"All I ask is that I have this day. This one day where I am at peace. The one day that I can realize that he isn't coming back. That he isn't here. And yet, I am not granted that request. He was my husband, Oliver. He was everything to me, and I'm left with nothing now." She protested and made to stand up, refusing to use Oliver's offered hand to help her up.

"Calm down, Kates. Lets not go through this in your state." He tried to restore peace between them. "You are not left with nothing. You have your child, your family, your friends." The Puddlemere United Keeper assured his friend sincerely.

"I have a child who will never know it's father; a family who doesn't understand what I'm going through; and friends who won't listen to me. It doesn't sound like much in my book." She scoffed and turned away from him.

"Fine, exclude the family and the friends if you want, but regardless of any of that, you have your child. And it has you. Isn't that more than enough?" Oliver immediately began thinking of the many reasons why he shouldn't be here. It only upsetted her even more. What would she think when she found out that Fred and George were planning on showing up as well?"

"My child is the most important thing in my life." She said lowly, sadly.

"Then be happy for that. Mourn for Kelly, I'm not trying to take that away from you, but don't do this to yourself. Would Kelly want that for you?" The Keeper took in her appearance as he said these words to her. Her dyed dark brown hair was pulled back into a long, straight ponytail. She was wearing an empire-waist, billowy light blue shirt and khaki -- presumably maternity -- pants. She hadn't really gained that much pregnancy weight, which stirred some worry with Oliver. He had been around Fleur Weasley once when she was pregnant with her youngest child when she was at this stage in her pregnancy and she had been considerably larger than Katie. Katie had always been somewhat tiny, not sickly looking, but just small. As had Fleur, so he had been told; after all, he had only met Fleur Weasley twice in his life. At Bill and Fleur's wedding, he had gone with Katie since it had happened not long after they had become roommates, and once at Fred and Angelina's wedding, when she had been pregnant with Nikolas.

"He wouldn't." She answered, but refused to give in that quickly with a simple response. "You nor anyone else know what I am going through right now. He was -- is -- my husband. You've never lost someone like that." She kept her voice calm, reminding herself that it wouldn't be healthy for her to get overly upset during a discussion.

"That's why we don't know how to act, Katie. We don't know what you are going through. You've got to let us in and try to let us understand." Oliver pressed the matter, letting out a sigh of defeat afterwards.

"I still don't understand. Ok? How am I supposed to let others understand when I don't?" She turned back around to look at him and added in a more sincere and defeated voice. "Please, tell me. How am I supposed to let go and move on?"

The expression on her face killed him. It reminded him of the day when his mother had died and the same expression had been etched into his little sister's face. "I -- I don't know." He mumbled in a small voice. "Talk to someone Katie. Anyone."

"It's easier said then done, Oliver." The former Daily Prophet writer looked back at the cloudy horizon. The rays of sunlight dancing on a small piece of broken glass in the yard that could only be seen for a brief moment.

Oliver followed her eyes off of the porch and he gazed out at the countryside for a brief moment before catching Katie's eyes in a gaze. "What else do you want me to say? Close your eyes and wish it all away? I'm sorry, I can't. I will not lie to you. To be honest, it might not get better for a long time. There's a possibility you won't ever be able to fully move on from this. Is that what you want me to say?"

"If it's the truth." She replied much more firmly than her voice had been in previous statements, as if suddenly she had found an inner strength to banish the weakness.

"You are the only one who can make it the truth or a lie. No one else lives your life but you." Katie held his gaze for a long moment, and was almost prepared to say something to him. She was on the verge of saying it, and it was on the tip of her tongue. She wouldn't get that chance just yet.

There was a loud crack followed closely by another one. "Katie, Oliver. Morning!" Fred called cheerily as he walked up the porch steps, his twin lagging behind somewhat.

"Fred? George?" Katie looked on at them suspiciously. "What are you doing here?"

"In the neighborhood." George answered all most naturally.

Katie glared at them, not quite as welcoming as they'd hoped. "I think that is a bullshit answer." She told them, more directly George, bluntly.

"Um." George nudged his brother as if asking him to come up with something to say.

"I suppose you three are all here at the same time and on the same day by coincidence then, hm?" Katie shifted her glare from Fred and George to just Oliver. "Was there some misunderstanding about me not waning any visitors period?"

"We just wanted to visit you, Katie." The married Weasley told his friend honestly. "We don't ever get to see you."

"As I'm sure Alicia has told the three of you, I will be joining you on your trip to Norway. You'll see enough of me then. I'm not stupid, I know why you are all here. And on this date. The only thing that surprises me now is the fact that Angelina and Alicia aren't here as well." For a woman who was shorter and smaller than the three of them -- and pregnant nonetheless -- Katie made a formidable opponent when she wished to be. Despite her grief and long period of sadness, she could still be someone who you didn't want to make angry.

"Fine." Oliver relented. "You're right."

"Oliver. Man . . . " Fred began only to be silenced by another death glare from Katie.

"I don't want to hear any of it. The three of you have better things to do today than to pay some pity visit to a friend." Katie snapped coldly. "You two have shops to run," She pointed to Fred and George with two fingers, "And you have --," She pointed at Oliver and took a moment to think.

"An off day." He finished her sentence.

Katie's remark was silenced before she even had time to open her mouth. Gah, Oliver really got on her nerves sometimes. She replaced her original remark with another. "All of you leave." She narrowed her eyes. "Please."

"Kates, c'mon." Fred shrugged and a look from Katie halted his protests.

"Write us. Ok?" George asked, knowing even if she said yes that she wouldn't.

"Ok." She replied hollowly. Fred and George cast her a look of worry before disappearing from sight.

"Kate . . . tell me we're getting somewhere here." Oliver asked of his former roommate.

He had used her own weakness against her without knowing. He called her Kate. Not Katie, Kates, Kay, but Kate. The only name Kelly had ever called her. Everything was always coming back to Kelly, even when she tried to not think of him. "We're getting somewhere." She repeated his last few words.

"Kay-tee." He drew out the syllables in her name in frustration. "Lets get out of here."

"What?" She tilted her head to the side in a state of confusion.

"This house. Lets get out of here. Go somewhere. Anywhere." Oliver offered as a last attempt to find someway to cheer her up.

Katie hesitated for a moment. She was torn between the answer she wanted to give and the answer she had to give. "Sure." She finally responded, lightly taking hold of Oliver's hand with her own. "Where are we going?"

I thought I'd never get her out of the house. I don't care how cheesy it is, Oliver just had to be the one to get her out of there.

Apathetically Interested: I got your review for Chapter 5 right after I posted Chapter 6. So, thanks for that review as well. Onto your questions: It would be too sci-fi if Kelly suddenly came back from the dead, even if it is a Harry Potter fic, or so I think. Yep, it was Oliver. lol. I think you can tell what her reaction is now. And after being confused by your last question (I get confused a lot) I have to say that I can't answer that one. Yes, my feelings exactly on flashbacks as well.

Beexyanca: Aw, really? And I promise no more cliff-hangers. Well . . . none anytime soon.

rembrandt: I agree with you about acting like that if I ever was a 'celebrity'. LoL about you acting like Hypatia if you were drunk. I slightly wrote her based on how my cousin acts when she's drunk.

Lia06: You were right about it being Oliver, it was obvious, I know. Now that I've started writing Kelly some more, I really hate it that he is dead. After this is done I might do a small prequel to what happened between chapters 1 & 2. Not sure yet.You got me with that fake e-mail thing once, I hope I don't ever do that again, though. I didn't even pay that much attention to the e-mail. So yep, you got me.

Spexy: Yep, it wasn't Kelly but Oliver!

gymcatgrl: Oh yay. I'm glad that I can write cliffhangers now. I'll try to post them rarely though . . .

TheBrassPotato: LoL. Dinner time. I hope it was yummy. Hm, two main stories seems difficult, but I have decided that I'll just write whenever I get inspiration for either story. At the moment I've got inspiration for this one, but by tomorrow that could change. So, I have decided not to call either one a main story, but just two unfinished projects. And, ow. I would boycott rolling down hills as well. Well . . . maybe not. I'm stupid like that. Except my stupidity lies in getting back on skimboards after busting my butt numerous times. Mwahaha. I am evil!-insert evil laugh here-

oliverlover: Sorry, no Kelly. I feel loved now, though. LoL.

Sally: Oh. I must have been slightly confusing. Hypatia wasn't laughing, Oliver was laughing -at- her. I apologize for the shortness! I'll try not to have too many like that.

Thanks for all the reviews! That's probably the most I've ever gotten for any story. Or tied with the most! Have a great night/day.

-PiscesWeb25-