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CHAPTER 2
I woke early that next morning and wandered into my kitchen, my hair still wet from the shower I had just had, to find my parent reading through the newspaper that had just been delivered by owl.
"No matter how long I read this paper the damn pictures will always amaze me." My father said as he examined a picture of a smiling and waving Harry Potter.
"Honey how are you getting to Oliver's?" My mum asked as she poured me my first cup of coffee. She eyed me with a certain degree of suspicion, the last time I had gone to visit a friend from school it had been the Weasley's; the twins and I, well we tried some new pranks on Ron and apparently he was walking in circles for the better part of a week. I thought it was funny, the twins found it hilarious even Hermione had loved it, but my mum and dad were mortified.
"I am taking the knight bus. I've heard it's something not to be missed." I said as I picked up the letter that had the Hogwarts stamp on the back, I expected it would be from Professor McGonagall to tell me the do's and don'ts of being Captain. It was still so hard to believe that I was captain. I opened the letter while biting into some toast and when I read what it said I almost choked right then and there.
Dear Miss Bell,
Owning to some extraordinary events to take place in the school this year it is necessary to call of the Quidditch Cup. We would like to ask you to keep your appointment to yourself and Mr Wood. Do accept our apologies but we are certain that you shall enjoy the event immensely.
Professor McGonagall
No Quidditch! What were they thinking? How could they do this to us? Oliver would have killed someone if he had been captain. He'd still kill them now that he had left the school.
"Dad can you help bring down my trunk? I have to leave now!" I said jumping to my feet and running up stairs. I changed into some wizard robes and put my wand in the front pocket. What was Dumbledore thinking when he cancelled Quidditch?
Five minutes later I stood outside hailing the Knight bus. It had been a mistake to take the three decker purple bus. I knew that as soon as I saw it pull up, the driver drove like a mad man, the bus narrowly missed hitting the gable of the house! Dad gave it a wary look but kissed me goodbye, telling me not to get into trouble. The journey to London was short thank god but I was left slightly bruised and sore.
Diagon alley was alive with activity when I got of the bus; admittedly I was glad I hadn't eaten much of a breakfast before I got on it. I dragged my trunk behind me and sat outside the Leaky Cauldron. Oliver had said he would meet me at one of the outdoor tables. I sat and waited reading and re- reading the letter McGonagall had sent me to make sure it wasn't a trick.
'Pop'
"Bell there you are." The Scottish accent warmed me as I turned and saw him standing there next to my trunk. He looked much healthier then the last time I had seen him, his face wasn't half so pale and he had built his muscles. He looked great even if he needed a shave and a haircut.
"Wood. I have been waiting." I smirked tapping my imaginary watch. He bowed apologetically and sat across from me.
"So are you all excited to lead the team out on to the pitch? I remember the first game I was captain I was so sick before I thought I'd actually have to send you on to play captain for me. Remember?" he chuckled, it had only been my second game on the team and Oliver had been so nervous he hadn't slept in two days according to Percy. I had noticed he hadn't eaten much and then as we sat in the changing room he went a funny shade of purple and ran to the bathroom. I have never yet seen a man or anything at all for that matter get so sick in all my life.
"Yeah, I remember, I was the one rubbing your back. But Oliver I got this letter this morning." I handed him the letter and saw the colour drain from his face and his jaw clench.
"This is so unfair for you. How did they know you had already told me?" he asked, the man had a valid point, but I had no doubt that Dumbledore knew everything that ever went on in the wizarding world.
"Oh lets not talk about this now. Tell me everything you are at in the world of Pro Quidditch." I said smiling as his entire face lit up on the mention of Pro-Quidditch.
"Oh it is the best, the season starts in three weeks and I am the second keeper. The manager is a Mrs Winter and she seems to think that I could be starting games around December. You'll have to come see how I do?" he said with the eagerness I had only seen in young children talking about Christmas. I smiled brightly at him.
We sat there outside the Leaky Cauldron for ages talking about everything except for the one thing I had wanted to ask him. I wanted to know how he was coping since he left the train station that June. I just couldn't get the words out to ask him about what had happened.
We left my trunk in the care of the bar man and we wandered around the street looking in shop windows and looking at brooms I would never be able to afford. We stopped outside a small shop with the tiny sign reading 'Alice's Wonderland and Looking Glass specialists, est. 1265bc' I had never paid much attention to, in fact I don't think I had ever even noticed it before. It was so small I think it must have been built by goblins. Oliver opened the door for me and we wandered into what actually turned out to be a much bigger shop then we had first thought. The shop was filled with jewellery and vintage dress robes, it smelt like an old attic and moth balls, but it was indeed one of the most interesting shops I had been in for some time. A little old witch wandered over to us wobbling slightly on her cane. She was shorter then me and looked like someone's kindly old aunt.
"Ah Katie Bell and Oliver Wood. I was wondering when you two would find my shop." She said as she looked us over with her twinkling grey eyes. She smiled as if she had been indeed waiting for us.
"How do you know who we are?" I asked softly as the old woman smiled even more and she let out a small chuckle.
"I am Madam Dumas. This is my shop. I know you due to the fact I know all that goes on this street and its neighbours. But you two have always caught my eye." She said as she went back to the tiny counter where she picked up her knitting needles. I looked at Oliver who looked just as confused. We followed her over to the counter. She smiled up at us again as if she had not even spoken to us before.
"Are you here for dress robes? Maybe a ring perhaps is more what you are looking for?" Madam Dumas said her smile never wavering. I sigh and look back at Oliver who has a sort of mystified but understanding look on his face.
"Well I do need some new dress robes." I sighed as Madam Dumas walked me over to a large rail on which hung dress robes in every colour I had ever seen and some that were new to me.
"This one was worn during the great renaissance of the 1870's, I remember them well. I think the blue would bring out the colour in your eyes. What do you think Mr Wood?" Madam Dumas said as she held a long pale blue robe before me. It was indeed a beautiful gown.
"Well Miss Bell do go try it on." Madam Dumas said shooing me towards the changing room. Inside the changing room the walls were lined with full length mirrors which shimmered as if the surface was water. I changed into the robe and was amazed at the texture of the material. It felt like silk, I tied the silver rope belt which trailed a little on the floor behind me. Looking into the water like mirrors I was surprised to see that I wasn't looking back. Instead in the reflection I saw me standing in the Great Hall with a Hufflepuff and I looked bored, there was a lot of commotion going on around me but everyone else was a blur. But then my eye was caught by something else, Oliver, I smiled. He looked tired but happy, he was wearing muggle clothes and he looked out of place in among the crowds of Wizards. He walked ever so slowly towards me and took my hand. He led me to the dance floor and we danced slowly, I rested my head on his shoulder. Then the reflection changed - the water like surface which had been so smooth and calm became stormy and another vision greeted me. I was not wearing dress robes but wedding robes. My face seemed to be twisted in pain. I was crying terribly, I suddenly felt the sensation it was ultimate grief, I could taste the tears I could feel the heart brake. It was awful; I had never felt so empty. Just as it started to become clearer the vision left and I was left looking back at myself in the pale blue dress robes. I now looked pale and shaken; the empty feeling lingered and gnawed at me. What had I seen? Why had I seen it? A thousand questions swam around my head. I changed back into my clothes and went back to Oliver who was flicking through a ten year old copy of Witch Weekly. He saw me and smiled trying to hide the fact he had indeed been reading Witch Weekly.
"Well Miss Bell, did you like what you saw?" Madam Dumas said softly looking into my eyes searching for a clue as to my mood.
"Yes, it was insightful, I think I will take this robe." I sighed hoping my voice didn't quiver.
"Thank goodness, those mirrors have been known to.." Madam Dumas stopped and turned looking me in the eye. She was again searching.
"They are unusual mirrors indeed." I said as I paid for the robe. Madam Dumas nodded still searching my eyes for something. I backed away slowly leaving the old woman muttering something under her breath.
"So why do you need new dress robes, you only bought new ones last year?" Oliver asked. I didn't reply, my mind was still trying to register what I had seen in the mirrors. I would have to find out if it was the future I had seen and felt.
CHAPTER 2
I woke early that next morning and wandered into my kitchen, my hair still wet from the shower I had just had, to find my parent reading through the newspaper that had just been delivered by owl.
"No matter how long I read this paper the damn pictures will always amaze me." My father said as he examined a picture of a smiling and waving Harry Potter.
"Honey how are you getting to Oliver's?" My mum asked as she poured me my first cup of coffee. She eyed me with a certain degree of suspicion, the last time I had gone to visit a friend from school it had been the Weasley's; the twins and I, well we tried some new pranks on Ron and apparently he was walking in circles for the better part of a week. I thought it was funny, the twins found it hilarious even Hermione had loved it, but my mum and dad were mortified.
"I am taking the knight bus. I've heard it's something not to be missed." I said as I picked up the letter that had the Hogwarts stamp on the back, I expected it would be from Professor McGonagall to tell me the do's and don'ts of being Captain. It was still so hard to believe that I was captain. I opened the letter while biting into some toast and when I read what it said I almost choked right then and there.
Dear Miss Bell,
Owning to some extraordinary events to take place in the school this year it is necessary to call of the Quidditch Cup. We would like to ask you to keep your appointment to yourself and Mr Wood. Do accept our apologies but we are certain that you shall enjoy the event immensely.
Professor McGonagall
No Quidditch! What were they thinking? How could they do this to us? Oliver would have killed someone if he had been captain. He'd still kill them now that he had left the school.
"Dad can you help bring down my trunk? I have to leave now!" I said jumping to my feet and running up stairs. I changed into some wizard robes and put my wand in the front pocket. What was Dumbledore thinking when he cancelled Quidditch?
Five minutes later I stood outside hailing the Knight bus. It had been a mistake to take the three decker purple bus. I knew that as soon as I saw it pull up, the driver drove like a mad man, the bus narrowly missed hitting the gable of the house! Dad gave it a wary look but kissed me goodbye, telling me not to get into trouble. The journey to London was short thank god but I was left slightly bruised and sore.
Diagon alley was alive with activity when I got of the bus; admittedly I was glad I hadn't eaten much of a breakfast before I got on it. I dragged my trunk behind me and sat outside the Leaky Cauldron. Oliver had said he would meet me at one of the outdoor tables. I sat and waited reading and re- reading the letter McGonagall had sent me to make sure it wasn't a trick.
'Pop'
"Bell there you are." The Scottish accent warmed me as I turned and saw him standing there next to my trunk. He looked much healthier then the last time I had seen him, his face wasn't half so pale and he had built his muscles. He looked great even if he needed a shave and a haircut.
"Wood. I have been waiting." I smirked tapping my imaginary watch. He bowed apologetically and sat across from me.
"So are you all excited to lead the team out on to the pitch? I remember the first game I was captain I was so sick before I thought I'd actually have to send you on to play captain for me. Remember?" he chuckled, it had only been my second game on the team and Oliver had been so nervous he hadn't slept in two days according to Percy. I had noticed he hadn't eaten much and then as we sat in the changing room he went a funny shade of purple and ran to the bathroom. I have never yet seen a man or anything at all for that matter get so sick in all my life.
"Yeah, I remember, I was the one rubbing your back. But Oliver I got this letter this morning." I handed him the letter and saw the colour drain from his face and his jaw clench.
"This is so unfair for you. How did they know you had already told me?" he asked, the man had a valid point, but I had no doubt that Dumbledore knew everything that ever went on in the wizarding world.
"Oh lets not talk about this now. Tell me everything you are at in the world of Pro Quidditch." I said smiling as his entire face lit up on the mention of Pro-Quidditch.
"Oh it is the best, the season starts in three weeks and I am the second keeper. The manager is a Mrs Winter and she seems to think that I could be starting games around December. You'll have to come see how I do?" he said with the eagerness I had only seen in young children talking about Christmas. I smiled brightly at him.
We sat there outside the Leaky Cauldron for ages talking about everything except for the one thing I had wanted to ask him. I wanted to know how he was coping since he left the train station that June. I just couldn't get the words out to ask him about what had happened.
We left my trunk in the care of the bar man and we wandered around the street looking in shop windows and looking at brooms I would never be able to afford. We stopped outside a small shop with the tiny sign reading 'Alice's Wonderland and Looking Glass specialists, est. 1265bc' I had never paid much attention to, in fact I don't think I had ever even noticed it before. It was so small I think it must have been built by goblins. Oliver opened the door for me and we wandered into what actually turned out to be a much bigger shop then we had first thought. The shop was filled with jewellery and vintage dress robes, it smelt like an old attic and moth balls, but it was indeed one of the most interesting shops I had been in for some time. A little old witch wandered over to us wobbling slightly on her cane. She was shorter then me and looked like someone's kindly old aunt.
"Ah Katie Bell and Oliver Wood. I was wondering when you two would find my shop." She said as she looked us over with her twinkling grey eyes. She smiled as if she had been indeed waiting for us.
"How do you know who we are?" I asked softly as the old woman smiled even more and she let out a small chuckle.
"I am Madam Dumas. This is my shop. I know you due to the fact I know all that goes on this street and its neighbours. But you two have always caught my eye." She said as she went back to the tiny counter where she picked up her knitting needles. I looked at Oliver who looked just as confused. We followed her over to the counter. She smiled up at us again as if she had not even spoken to us before.
"Are you here for dress robes? Maybe a ring perhaps is more what you are looking for?" Madam Dumas said her smile never wavering. I sigh and look back at Oliver who has a sort of mystified but understanding look on his face.
"Well I do need some new dress robes." I sighed as Madam Dumas walked me over to a large rail on which hung dress robes in every colour I had ever seen and some that were new to me.
"This one was worn during the great renaissance of the 1870's, I remember them well. I think the blue would bring out the colour in your eyes. What do you think Mr Wood?" Madam Dumas said as she held a long pale blue robe before me. It was indeed a beautiful gown.
"Well Miss Bell do go try it on." Madam Dumas said shooing me towards the changing room. Inside the changing room the walls were lined with full length mirrors which shimmered as if the surface was water. I changed into the robe and was amazed at the texture of the material. It felt like silk, I tied the silver rope belt which trailed a little on the floor behind me. Looking into the water like mirrors I was surprised to see that I wasn't looking back. Instead in the reflection I saw me standing in the Great Hall with a Hufflepuff and I looked bored, there was a lot of commotion going on around me but everyone else was a blur. But then my eye was caught by something else, Oliver, I smiled. He looked tired but happy, he was wearing muggle clothes and he looked out of place in among the crowds of Wizards. He walked ever so slowly towards me and took my hand. He led me to the dance floor and we danced slowly, I rested my head on his shoulder. Then the reflection changed - the water like surface which had been so smooth and calm became stormy and another vision greeted me. I was not wearing dress robes but wedding robes. My face seemed to be twisted in pain. I was crying terribly, I suddenly felt the sensation it was ultimate grief, I could taste the tears I could feel the heart brake. It was awful; I had never felt so empty. Just as it started to become clearer the vision left and I was left looking back at myself in the pale blue dress robes. I now looked pale and shaken; the empty feeling lingered and gnawed at me. What had I seen? Why had I seen it? A thousand questions swam around my head. I changed back into my clothes and went back to Oliver who was flicking through a ten year old copy of Witch Weekly. He saw me and smiled trying to hide the fact he had indeed been reading Witch Weekly.
"Well Miss Bell, did you like what you saw?" Madam Dumas said softly looking into my eyes searching for a clue as to my mood.
"Yes, it was insightful, I think I will take this robe." I sighed hoping my voice didn't quiver.
"Thank goodness, those mirrors have been known to.." Madam Dumas stopped and turned looking me in the eye. She was again searching.
"They are unusual mirrors indeed." I said as I paid for the robe. Madam Dumas nodded still searching my eyes for something. I backed away slowly leaving the old woman muttering something under her breath.
"So why do you need new dress robes, you only bought new ones last year?" Oliver asked. I didn't reply, my mind was still trying to register what I had seen in the mirrors. I would have to find out if it was the future I had seen and felt.