Disclaimer: unfortunately, in the days its taken me to churn out this latest chapter, J.K. did not approach me in the mall and say "Hey, do you want to own Harry Potter? Absolutely free!" (and trust me, I was there most days). So, I still do not own Harry Potter, in my opinion J.K. is being awfully selfish, isn't it my go yet?

Chapter 2:

"Katie?" The pub seems silent for the second I can see her eyes swimming with tears. Whoever did this to her deserves to pay, those beautiful eyes of hers should be full of laughter, not tears. As much as it kills me to see her in love with him, I have to accept it, because Katie deserves to be happy, she always has.

"Oi, Wood! Get over here, you may be famous but that doesn't mean you don't look like an idiot when you just stare into space like that!" Lee calls from across the busy pub. Wasn't he with Katie? What did he do to her? I set off across the room with a determined stride, waving off the fan girls and autograph hunters, my attention focused upon one person, that smug bastard. I always knew he was trouble, I'll wipe that smile off his face.

"Charlie." I say with a slight nod. "Jordan." I spit out and smirk as Lee's grin falters. "How have you been? Do anything important lately? Anything worth mentioning? See any old friends?" Silence, yet again, as Lee shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"Ollie, Perc isn't here yet. I should've made him buy his own drink. Did you get your Firewhisky?" Charlie asks trying to ease the tension I've created.

"Yeah, left it somewhere… What happened to Katie? Why was she crying? " I don't care about the bloody drink, all I care about is Katie "What did you do?" I add, turning my attention to Lee.

"Mate, what are you talking about? She got really upset when I mentioned that you were chatting up the blonde at the bar… What happened between you two?" Charlie mutters in a low voice hoping to avoid a scene.

My mind races as I attempt to remember when I was 'chatting up' some blonde. "What blonde? Do you mean the one that stopped me at the bar? She wasn't interested in me, she wanted me to introduce her to you! I only told you go ahead because she was looking really shy."

"Ah, another one to fall for the Weasley charm." Charlie says with a wink, "Well come on Woodie, aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Yeah whatever, her names Maria. I think she's still at the bar…" I can't believe this, I've hurt Katie again, even when I've done all I can to avoid it. I've hurt her again. I can't do anything right! I've done everything possible to stop her pain, and the only thing I honestly believed would work has failed. I'm a monster.

"Mate, are you listening? I was asking how old do you reckon Ma-"

"Sorry. Um… you know what guys, I think I'm gonna head home." I say earning a knowing look from Charlie and a breath of relief from Lee, "Sorry about before mate. I was well out of order."

"Ol, if you're heading off at least use the Floo please? I really don't want to be hunted down by grieving fan girls when you Splinch yourself." Charlie says with a small smile. Typical Charlie, still looks out for me as though I was still that awkward little second year trying to prove himself.

"Yep, Floo. Whatever." I need to clear my head, a walk around Muggle London will help, so I turn away from the fireplace and head towards the door. It's lucky I wore Muggle clothes today, they really are very clever Muggles. They have discovered some of most amazing things, like a telewison and even computas. Katie taught me about Muggles, she said she couldn't always be around to "shut up" the telewision or "wake up" the computa, I just didn't realise she meant so soon…

No Oliver, you can't afford to get into this now, not here. I tighten my jacket around myself to keep out the sudden chill which has nothing to do with the weather. Katie bought me this jacket when she moved in with me, she said it was a promise, "I'll always keep you warm Oliver, I promise." and I made one of my own, "I'll always protect you Katie, I'll give anything to make you happy. I promise." And I had kept it, or so I thought. How did this all go wrong?

I wander around for awhile, feeling numb and out of touch. Maybe I had read the situation wrong in the first place, maybe I wasn't protecting her… This doesn't make any sense. How am I supposed to fix this if I don't even know what's going on?

"Oh my word! Are you -?!" I spin around to see a woman staring at me with wide eyes and an eager smile. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I can't handle this at the moment, I just need to be alone! This woman is going to blow it.

"Yes I am, but please. Can you just keep your voice down? I really don't want to make a fuss." I say with desperation evident in my voice, but I don't care, anything to give her the message that I want to be alone.

"Oh of course dear, I just never expected to see you of all people walking down Oxford Street, with the big match coming up and all. I also didn't expect you to have a Scottish accent, especially after hearing your interviews… oh well, I suppose it's all about the image you portray. Trying to seem like the 'Home Grown Talent' aren't you? Well you can't deny it gets the fans on your side. I'm well chuffed to see you, of all the people, Steven Gerrard." the lady said as she beamed up at me, "Can I get a quick autograph?"

"Wait? Who? I'm sorry, I think you have me mixed up with someone. I'm Oliver and I pl- …I'm on 'East Enders'… I'm a new character…" Thank Merlin for the telewison.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I thought you were Steven Gerrard, sorry." She says as a blush snuck across her cheeks, "Ah well. No matter, can I get an autograph anyway, you know, so when you're a household name I'll have proof I met you?"

"Of course." I force a smile as I quickly sign my name. Not even a year ago this would have been one of those things Katie and I would laugh about for ages, before collapsing onto the couch to watch one of her favourite movies.

"And one day, not long from now, my looks will go. They will discover I can't act, and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while."[1 Katie said in time with the movie. She then sat it silence for a moment before pressing 'PAUSE' on the remote. "I won't end up like that will I Ollie?" Worry shining in her eyes.

"What? Do you mean trying to con men out of brownies? I wouldn't think so, you don't like brownies…" Oliver replied with a frown.

"No! I mean sad, unsuccessful and alone, it's not like singing is a stable career or anything. Not everyone is as lucky as Celestina Warbeck or the Weird Sisters. What if I don't make it? And don't pretend that you know I will! I've told you how hard it is to break into the music scene, so please don't Ollie, I need a real opinion…" Katie said, it was obvious that she had been worrying about this for awhile.

Oliver smiled gently as his eyes swept across her face taking it in, committing her utter perfection to his memory before slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Love, you're a dreamer, you always have been. Following your dreams is what makes you happy, so I'll always support you. And of course I believe you're going to make it, one of us has believe in you!" He chuckled. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what path you choose."

"Well… I know this will seem completely out of left field- why are you looking at me like that? Oh sorry Ol, it's a Muggle saying my cousins in Australia use. Anyway, I know this will seem unexpected, but I was offered a job at the Ministry, and I'm tempted to take it…" Katie explained as she sat back to look at Oliver.

"Oh love, if you want the job then go for it, that's great! What will you be doing there? Not working with Percy I hope, he said things are starting to get a little odd in his department. Well odder than before, you know, after Crouch?" Oliver exclaimed with pride written all over his face. Oliver's expression faded as he noticed Katie was avoiding looking him in the eye. "Kates, what's wrong? What aren't you telling me? Are you going to have to move?" Dread and confusion flooded Oliver's face as he thought of a life without Katie.

"What?! No! Nothing like that! Just it's not really what you'd call a 'normal' job… It's in the Department of Mysteries. They want to train me as an Unspeakable… Apparently I could be a really good Unspeakable, and after the whole cursed necklace thing I really want to, I want to know how those things work, and I suppose why I'm still alive after it." Katie finished, grabbing Oliver's hands and searching his face for any signs of emotion.

"Katie, you survived because Potter kept his cool! You're here because some of the worlds best Medi-Witches and Wizards are at St.Mungos!" Oliver replied, "You're alive because you wanted to be, you fought for you're life Katie! That's why you're alive."

"Ollie please, I want to do this. I will do this, but I want your support. You're everything to me Ollie, please don't make me choose." Katie pleaded, tears starting to pool in her eyes.

Oliver automatically realised how much this meant to her and pulled her to his chest and held her tight. "Ok Katie, go for it. The Quidditch Star and the Unspeakable, sounds like one of those Muggle films you love so much." He joked, "And when we're both retired we'll write an autobiography of our lives together called 'Speaking About Quidditch'. So start working on the meaning of life and why people love, I want to provide our future readers with some answers!"

Katie grinned as she thought about her life with Oliver, it was all set, they had each other and that's all that mattered. She snuggled further into his chest as she mumbled "I love you Oliver."

"I love you too Katie, and in a few years when you're the best Unspeakable the Ministry has ever seen, you'll be able to tell me why." Oliver said before placing a gentle kiss on Katie's forehead, pressed 'PLAY' and settled back to watch the rest of the film.

"Oh this isn't doing any good." I mutter as I stalk into the nearest alley. "Destination. Determination. Deliberation." I never get used to this feeling, it feels like I'm being squeezed through a hosepipe.

I carefully take off the jacket Katie gave me and hang it up on the rack besides the door and throw my loose change on the table next to it as I make my way down the hall. "Belle, where are you gorgeous? Are you gonna come and say hello or not?" I call. I can hear Belle coming out of the kitchen. "Hey there girl, you're looking gorgeous as always aren't you?" I gush as a bend down to scoop up the Labrador pup. I walk to the lounge room where I flop down onto the couch and Belle curls up on my stomach.

"So today I saw that girl I was telling you about. She looked as pretty as ever, she can even make Ministry robes look good! Can you believe it? I know it's hard to believe but she does! I wish you could meet her one day, but I don't think you ever will. I've really made a mess of everything haven't I girl?

"I know I've bored you with this before but I really thought I was doing the right thing, but it turns out I wasn't… When I saw her tonight she had been crying because she thought I was interested in some bird at the bar… Don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking 'Just talk to her, explain why you did it', well no, it doesn't work like that anymore. You may have 'feminine wiles' but I understand Katie, or at least I thought I did… This is just getting too hard. Everyday hurts more than the last. Listen to me, acting like a right sap. I guess that's what happens hey girl. Did you know it's been nine months and four days? Long time I know, and you've been my number one girl for seven months and sixteen days. I love you girl, but I miss real female company, not that you're not real, just I want someone I can be more 'intimate' with, you're only a pup after all. But not those annoying girls that try to steal my underwear, they're not worth it, hey girl? This place could do with a feminine touch couldn't it? We can't paint all the rooms Puddlemere blue, well we can but mum's already told me not to. I should do it just to annoy her shouldn't I?… Good point, I don't want her round here trying to 'look after' us. We're fine by ourselves…

"Will you stop looking at me like that? I'm getting around to it! I know what you're saying though, this is way out of my league isn't it? And as much as I love you squirt I think this is a bit out of your league as well. We're a pitiful pair aren't we? I'm just going to have to bite the bullet and ask for help aren't I? If you'll excuse me." I say as I gently lift Belle off my stomach and place her back on the lounge. She cracks an eye open to look at me and starts to shift. "Don't worry love, you stay there. I'll be right back, I just have to write a letter ok. Five minutes?"

I enter my bedroom and approach my desk on the other side of the room. As I sit down I push aside the pile of fan mail I'm supposed to be replying to and pull out a fresh sheet of parchment and grab a quill. How am I meant to say this? I don't want too seem as desperate as I am, everyone thought I was ok with what happened, wasn't I the one that ruined it in the first place anyway? I run a hand through my hair as I try to decide what to write. I'll just make it brief and to the point, no point messing around. I pick up my quill again and scribble down my letter.

P,

Need your help, this is you're area of expertise, definitely not mine. Life would be so much simpler if we only had to worry about Bludgers, Snitches and Quaffles.

Regards,

O.

I roll up my letter and seal it before I walk into the kitchen where Wronski is waiting. "Get this to P will you Wronski? Good man." With that Wronski flies out of the window and into the night. I sigh as I walk back to the lounge room and pick up Belle yet again so I can settle down on the lounge. As Belle curls up on my stomach I can't help but mutter "I'll always protect you Katie, I'll give anything to make you happy. I promise."

Well, that's chapter 2 done and dusted. How do you all think it's going?

[1 the line from the movie they are watching is from 'Notting Hill'.

I honestly had a fair few notes I wanted to make at the end of this but I can't remember them for the life of me…

Ok, the most important one! Thanks to those who reviewed! You guys are great!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry if you liked the first better, I was trying to get a different kind of style and tone to Oliver. I also thought that good old Ollie is eccentric enough to hold a conversation with his dog.

The story is developing slowly but surely. If there was any slang in there you don't understand just gimme a yell, I'll let you know. Sorry, had to get an Australia reference in there somewhere :P

Oh! And 'Steven Gerrard' is a real person, he is AMAZING, plays for Liverpool FC. Stevie G is not how I imagine Oliver Wood, I just needed someone who vaguely fit the mould who shouldn't have been in London. Oh and I made up Oxford Street, I'm sure there's an Oxford Street somewhere in London, wouldn't have a clue where.

AND (getting close to being as long as the chapter!) 'East Enders' is a UK drama, in Aus we call them Soapies.

And, just because I know if I don't mention it someone will probably point it out to me, I meant to spell 'computer' and 'television' wrong. Oliver doesn't know any better, he's a pure-blood.

Love, xoxo

DaPimp (WoodIsGood)