Hey everyone! I am so sorry it took so long to add another part to this story! I feel that my writing has improved immensely since I started this story and I can't seem to get that improvement into this story. I am going to make this the last chapter and start another one (still Oliver/Percy don't worry) but set at Hogwarts instead. Sorry again to all those who asked repeatedly for updates, especially Goldenlass, but I hope this will make up for it.

"Hey Ron, you'd better hope Harry isn't around. He'd kill Oliver if he knew you'd had your arms round him."

Ron seemed oblivious to their presence as he continued to sob almost hysterically against Oliver who gingerly patted him on the head, allowing him a few minutes to compose himself. Eventually, with much coaxing from Ginny, Ron released the keeper whose shirt was now sopping wet from the sheer volume of tears shed by the red head. Ron glanced around at the smirking crowd and with an embarrassed cough he muttered something about needing to get tissues and hurried off down the corridor. Oliver rung out the worst of the water and performed a quick drying charm on his clothes before turning to the twins.

"Did you mean what I think you meant when you said Harry would kill me?" He asked with a knowing smile.

The two red heads exchanged devious grins and nodded.

"It took them long enough mind you."

"And he didn't exactly tell us, we…"

"Found out by accident…"

"If you know what we mean…"

"Which of course you do - Ouch!"

Molly had smacked Fred around the back of his head and, grasping his ear between her thumb and forefinger, she promptly began to lecture the twins about how it was entirely Ron's business not theirs. During the ensuing argument which Oliver was finding highly entertaining, he felt something attach itself limply to his waist. He jumped slightly and peered down at the tired form of his little sister who was leaning against him, yawning widely. Oliver smiled and leaned down to pick up the girl and he held her on his hip while she snuggled against him and promptly fell asleep. She wasn't exactly light but years of Quidditch had allowed Oliver to support her with ease. Oliver couldn't help but yawn himself. It had been a very long day and he was sure that sleep would not come easily in the weeks to come. Although in all honesty, he didn't really care.

"Are you alright there mate?" Bill asked as he wandered over to Oliver who had been staring into space, his eyes slowly drifting closed. He yawned again and nodded tiredly as he hutched his sister further onto his hip.

"Just a bit tired." Oliver yawned.

"Oh of course you are dear!" Oliver's mother fussed, scurrying over and taking the sleeping girl from her son. "We should be off. I'm sure you and Percy need to get to know your new son." She added, smiling proudly. The rest of the party nodded in agreement, including Molly who, although smiling contently, still had her son's ear clutched tight within her grasp.

After many hugs and kisses and yet more hugs, Oliver was finally left alone outside the room his husband was occupying. The nurse left the room a few minutes later and allowed Oliver to enter.

"You have a beautiful son Mr Wood." She said, smiling. It took Oliver a moment for the fact to really sink in that he had a son. For years he had dreamed about having a son. A son who would grow to love Quidditch, of course, a son who would bear the same kind heart as Percy's, a son who would make he and Percy proud.

Oliver stretched up to the ceiling and after running a heavy hand through his dark chestnut locks, he re-entered the quiet room to find Percy lying on the now made bed, their tiny baby cradled gently in his arms.

"Room for me on that bed?"

Percy looked up and smiled warmly at the man he loved.

"I think you may just be able to squeeze a cheek on. After all that arse of yours has been getting bigger." Percy quipped, raising an eyebrow at the pouting Scot. Oliver cracked a smile regardless and sat himself down beside the red head, snaking his arm around the smaller shoulders. As he gazed down on the absolutely gorgeous creature who was wrapped in pure white blankets, his heart almost burst with pride and love for the man beside him. He turned his face towards Percy's and almost as though they were telepathically linked, Percy turned also and after holding each other's gaze for a few moments, they leaned in and shared a sweet, lingering, loving kiss.

James was staring wide eyed at the two above him, an expression of slight curiosity gracing his tiny features. When Percy and Oliver finally pulled apart, both breathing in time as they lingered in each other's aura, they returned their attention to the precious little bundle in Percy's arms.

"He's beautiful." Oliver breathed in a soft Scottish tone.

"He looks like you." Percy replied, sighing happily.

"Are you saying that I look small and wrinkly with very little hair?" Oliver asked indignantly. There was a slight pause.

"Yes Oliver, that's exactly what I'm saying."

The two shared a slight laugh before Percy yawned softly against his will. Oliver chuckled.

"You need to get some sleep love." He whispered. Percy nodded silently, his eyes drifting shut. Oliver gently took James from Percy's arms and cradled him as Percy sank into the bed, curling up his legs to slip under the blankets. Oliver lay his son in the cot that had been conjured beside the bed and gently kissed the tiny boy's head. His eyes were beautiful, sparkling blue, the exact shade of Percy's. The proud father held out his forefinger to run it along the soft cheek. James had other plans. Like before, his tiny hands darted up with incredible speed and snatched the large finger in his own, holding tight with surprising strength. Oliver started but laughed.

"You're a wee little keeper yourself aren't you?"

The tiny boy released his father's hand and yawned.

"Everyone's tired today." Oliver said quietly. "Sleep well. Son."

Oliver watched his son drift to sleep and stood up, his gaze lingering for a moment on the sleeping boy before he returned to his husband who was lying in bed, half asleep. Oliver kneeled on the floor and moved his head close to Percy's. He placed a soft kiss on the pale, freckled nose and smiled at the beautiful red head before him.

"Thank you Percy."

"You're welcome." Percy smiled. "You'd better bloody appreciate the pain and suffering I endured for you."

"I would have gone through it myself if I could have." Oliver reassured him.

Percy stared at him, disbelief and humour clearly visible in his expression.

"Okay Oliver. Whatever you say."

Percy closed his eyes and shifted to make himself more comfortable.

"I love you Percy."

Percy smiled, his eyes still closed.

"Ditto."

OOOOOO

"Welcome!"

Oliver had just thrown open the front door of their country mansion to the beaming faces of his family. His mother, father and three younger sisters were wearing highly elaborate party hats. Oliver ushered them in and after skipping the hugs he led them into the vastly decorated living room. Tied to almost every chair and table leg were bright red balloons, emblazoned with the motto; "Happy 3rd Birthday James". Percy and James had spent the morning playing with the party poppers Percy had purchased the day before and the contents were strewn over the furniture and across the large bay windows. They had in fact been hidden, along with the other decorations, but on one of his mini adventures, James had stumbled across them and quizzed his father until Percy had agreed to James' help in putting them up.

The young boy had grown considerably and bore the unmistakable features of his parents. Thick chestnut brown hair had grown wildly on his head and, just as Oliver had when he was that age, James had far too much energy than could possibly be healthy. He was a very bright boy too. He had learnt to talk at a very young age and he had shown remarkable magical talent, even if it was only in accidentally levitating their cat, Witch, onto the roof. This had clearly come from Percy. His eyes were also the red head's. They were always alight and alive and their dazzling life never failed to make Oliver smile when he had endured a tough day of training.

"Where's our birthday boy?" Asked Oliver's mother, Sarah, as she entered the living room and peered around, beaming as her eyes fell upon the little boy who was presently tangled up in some streamers next to his red headed father who was in a similar state. Both were laughing loudly.

"Come on you!" Oliver growled as he ran over to his son and heaved him up, taking the long streams of paper with him. James giggled loudly as his father swung him round in the air before bringing him to rest on his hip. James tugged a few bits of paper from his arm and threw them into his father's hair, giggling even louder at the look on Oliver's face.

Oliver's family fussed over the little boy and Sarah took him from Oliver's arms as the doorbell rang and Oliver went to open it.

Ron was standing there, hand in hand with none other than Oliver's favourite seeker, Harry Potter. After greeting them warmly he stepped back to let them in and they entered the living room to join the party.

After half an hour, all of the guests had arrived, including the members of Oliver's Quidditch team that could get out of practice, Percy's family and a large number of friends, many of whom had children the same age as James. The children were all playing together and Percy's uncle was joining in. After all, he was as big a kid as they were and he was taking great pleasure in watching them all laugh at his funny faces and prat falls.

The pile of presents stretched over the large table in the centre of the room and after a fun filled hour of unwrapping, James had acquired a number of toys from friends, a jumper knitted by Molly Weasley, a small kilt made with the patterned material that belonged to the Wood family (1) and a toy broom stick which was the collective present from the Quidditch team.

After a fun filled day and too much cake, the house began to empty. When everyone had left, Oliver and Percy flopped onto the large sofa in the living room, James sitting snugly between them.

"Thank you Dad." He uttered tiredly as he wrapped his arms around Oliver's waist. Oliver ruffled his son's hair before he pulled away and turned to repeat the action, this time towards Percy.

"Thanks Daddy."

They were used to Oliver's tag of Dad and Percy's as Daddy. It was endearing and made them both feel special.

"What time was I born Daddy?" James asked, snuggling up between his parents.

"At eleven thirty five at night, so really you won't turn three until then." Percy explained.

"Can I stay awake until then? I want to be awake on my real birthday!" James exclaimed, suddenly finding hidden energy. Oliver and Percy shared smiling looks.

"If you can keep yourself awake then yes but you should really get some sleep now if you want to be up that late." Oliver said, looking down at the little boy.

"Okay." He said happily and he scrambled off the sofa and made his way upstairs to his bedroom.

Percy sighed wearily but heaved himself up, smiling, to check James was in bed safely. Oliver caught his hand before he could leave and pulled him down into his lap, smirking mischeviously. He caught the red heads lips in a fiery kiss and when he pulled away Percy looked breathless and completely stunned.

"What was that for?" He asked, gulping down air.

"Just another thank you."

Percy smiled and they shared a gaze before Percy removed himself from Oliver's lap and proceeded upstairs. Oliver smiled to himself and whispered after him.

"You will never know how much you mean to me Perce."

The keeper got up and followed his husband upstairs and very soon, James was tucked up in bed, sleeping soundly and Oliver and Percy were dozing contently in each other's arms on the small sofa against the wall in their son's room.

OOOOO

"Dad! Daddy! Wake up!"

Oliver felt a slight tugging at his arm and he opened his bleary eyes to see James' face mere centimetres from his own.

"It's almost my real birthday!" He shouted, and soon enough, both Percy and Oliver were wide awake, walking downstairs to the kitchen, a very excited boy swinging from their hands.

Percy flicked on the lights as Oliver lifted the remaining slice of triple chocolate birthday cake from the fridge. Percy placed one candle in the thick icing it and lit it carefully, making sure that James was out of the way of the direct flame that shot from his wand tip to the candle. Oliver set the alarm on his muggle watch for eleven thirty five and sat down to wait with his family. James was bouncing in his seat, an excited grin plastered across his face.

Oliver's watch beeped loudly, the echoing noise ringing throughout the cold kitchen. Oliver and Percy turned towards James and said warmly,

"Happy Birthday son."

James however, instead of smiling, laughing and blowing out his candle, was looking tense and clutching his stomach.

"What's wrong James?" Percy asked nervously, moving from his seat to crouch next to his son.

"My tummy feels weird."

Percy lifted his son from the chair and wrapped his arms around him. Oliver was on his feet, feeling useless in this situation. He decided to go and crouch beside Percy. James had started to shake and if Oliver wasn't mistaken, his hands were slowly turning a very dark shade of brown. Percy closed his eyes in terror and clutched his son close to his chest.

It happened in seconds.

Oliver stared, open mouthed at his son. Percy opened his eyes and gingerly lifted James away from his chest.

There, in his hands, was an adorable brown bear cub.

Percy blinked for a few seconds, his jaw almost on the floor. He slowly turned to look at Oliver and to Oliver's surprise he began to smile. Percy returned his gaze to the bear and he began to speak.

"Are you alright James?"

The bear nodded its little head. Oliver was now terribly scared and confused. Percy on the other hand just nodded and reached out to hold Oliver's hand.

"Honey, James is an animagus."

Oliver looked stunned.

"Remember McGonnagall telling us? She found out on her third birthday that she could turn into a cat! Oh Oliver! Isn't this wonderful?Isn'the cute?"

Oliver stared for a few moments at the smiling face of his husband then at the little bear who had leapt into his lap and was now pawing at his chest. The bear froze for a few seconds before with a slight pop he changed back into the human form of James Ronald Wood. Percy scooped up their son in an instantand began to dance around the kitchen with him.

"Daddy that was fun! Can I do it again?"

Oliver stood up and watched the beaming red head jumping around the kitchen with their little boy holding onto his hands, dancing with him.

Relief washed over him as he realised that his son was alright and a newly revived sense of pride burst forthfrom Oliver's heart. He had a loving husband and a remarkable son. Oliver thought with an increased certainty as he ran to join in the celebration, that he was, without doubt,the happiest man alive.

(1) In Scotland the patterned tartan refers to the family it belongs to. If you have a kilt it has to be in the pattern of the family you are from, otherwise it is seen as a terrible insult.

Well, that's it! I'm sorry I made this story so short but I feel that it has run its course. Like I said earlier, I am going to start another Percy/Oliver but set when they are in school and I think I will do a Harry/Ron to go alongside this story. Thank you to all of those wonderful people who reviewed and encouraged me to keep writing! I hope you will continue your stories (those of you that have them) and I hope you will all continue reading Percy/Oliver and supporting it because there isn't enough of it! Love you all and please have some cake from me for your support! A final critique would be warmly welcomed. Thank you again!

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