A/N: This is going to be the last chapter. :( Sad eh? But there will be a sequel!! I promise!! This chapter is an epilogue type chapter, but that's more toward the end. A huge thanks to ItalianBabe 321 for reviewing!!!! You're awesome!!!

Chapter Twelve: New Beginnings

Oliver held onto Bijou's hand tightly as they entered the campground. Oliver's parents had allowed them to have their own tent. If they could afford it. Both Bijou and Oliver knew they couldn't. So Bijou begged her father to help them out, but not to say anything to Oliver's parents. Bijou's father had given them the money without hesitation. He knew they were trying to build a life together, and he was alright with it. Their tent, however, was located next to his parents' tent. But seeing as his parent's had gotten their reservation, it made sense.

Oliver helped his father set up the tent while Bijou stood back a ways, helping them to get it straight. Once they had finished, Bijou hugged and kissed him, "It's wonderful! I'm going inside to check it out."

Oliver stayed outside, watching as witches and wizards walked about. All chatting about the up coming game. He greeted the people he knew, smiling brightly.

He spotted Harry Potter and waved at him, beckoning him. "Hey Harry!"

"Hey Oliver, how's your summer been?" Harry asked.

"Fantastic! I signed on with Puddlemere United's reserve team!" Oliver said happily.

"That's great, Wood!" Harry smiled.

"Oliver, who are you talking to?" his mother called.

"Harry Potter," he called back.

His mother and father came out of their tent to meet him. "Harry, this is my mum and dad.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Wood," Harry smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter," Mrs. Wood smiled.

"We've got to go now. We'll see you around Wood." Harry and his two friends left.

Oliver waved to them as they left, smiling. He felt arms snake around his abdomen and another body against his back. He looked around and saw Bijou, beaming up at him. "Hey Gorgeous," Oliver smiled.

"Hey yourself. Who were you talking to?" Bijou asked.

"Harry Potter, mostly. His two friends were there too," Oliver said, turning around to put his arms around her.

"Cool," Bijou smiled up at him, watching his eyes scan her body.

"Wait, where is my eight month belly? How am I going to brag that my baby is in there?!" Oliver said with mock concern.

"I put on a concealment charm. I didn't think it would be best running around 8 months pregnant," Bijou laughed.

"But... I like seeing you like that!" Oliver joked, pulling a pouting look.

"I'm not taking it off, that's final," Bijou folded her arms across her chest.

"Ooo! I like that more," Oliver smiled, pulled her to him, and began kissing her neck.

Bijou tried in futility to get him away, and laughing didn't help much either.

"What say you to a romantic walk with me?" Oliver asked.

"You know, I was interested until you began saying I would be going with you, then you lost me," Bijou said sarcastically.

"Well then, I'll just ask someone else!" Oliver crossed his arms over his chest and began walking away.

"Wait!" Bijou called, running to catch up with him.

"Oh, now you want to walk with me?" Oliver scoffed.

"Yes, please?" Bijou pleaded with her eyes.

"How could I resist a face like that?" Oliver smiled and put his arm around her.

They began walking, and not too soon after, they found Fred and George. "Fred, George." Oliver smiled, shaking hands with the two boys.

"Hey Oliver. Ron told us you signed on with Puddlemere United," Fred pointed out.

"That's bloody fantastic!" George commented.

"Thanks. It's a pretty good team. I'm hoping to be a started next year," Oliver told them.

"Oi! Where's Bijou? If you're here, she must be here too." Fred thought out loud.

"I'm right here," Bijou smiled, walking out from behind Oliver.

"What are you doing hiding behind him for anyway?" George asked. Bijou watched as the two boys scanned her body.

"That's why," Fred whispered rather loudly to George.

"I can hear you," Bijou remarked. Both boys' ears turned scarlet red.

"Where is your little one then, eh?" George asked Oliver.

Bijou, not wanting to be ignored, pointed at her belly; "I haven't given birth to her yet."

"Oh. So it's a girl then?" Fred smiled.

"She's going to be a great Quidditch Player at that! She kicks all the time! Always moving around! It's wonderful!" Oliver said with delight.

"For you maybe! You're not the one feeling it as you sleep!" Bijou countered.

"Well, I best be going. Bijou might kill someone if we don't leave. I'll see you later!" Oliver took Bijou's hand and they left quickly.

"You searched them out on purpose? Didn't you?" Bijou snapped.

"Nope, it was mere coincidence," Oliver lied.

Oliver and Bijou got ready for the game. They had adorned their green shirts, scarves, and hats. Not leaving any room for doubt as to which team they were supporting. They took their seats in the stadium, eagerly awaiting the start of the match.

"Who do you think'll win?" Oliver asked, breaking the eerie silence.

"Ireland, for sure! No doubt about that!" Bijou smiled at him.

Oliver beamed, said, "That's my girl," and slung an arm around her.

The mascots came out. The Leprechauns throwing fake gold into the stadium, people scrambling madly to get just one piece. And then they came. The Veela.

Bijou knew they were coming when she saw the men start to wide-eyed and do wild things. Bijou, being the smart girl she was, kept a firm grip on Oliver's arm. Reassuring him who he was with.

After the game, Oliver and the rest of the people in the Irish supporting section, went mad. The alcohol was pouring out of vats like rivers. The wine, Fire Whiskey, and anything else that was alcoholic, filled glasses to the brim, often seen over flowing.

Bijou had never cared much for alcohol, therefore, she didn't want any. Besides, she was pregnant. Pregnant women shouldn't drink alcohol anyway. That was her excuse.

Oliver came up to hug her, but she pushed him away. He reeked of Fire Whiskey. It repulsed her. She decided she'd had enough when two other men came onto her. Oliver, being as drunk as he was, didn't do a thing to stop it. If he even had known it was going

She hadn't realized she'd dozed off until she heard screaming. Were the Bulgarians getting revenge for their loss? She dismissed it as only that.

It was only when Oliver burst into the tent, grabbed hold of her, and half dragged her out of the tent, that she realized something was horribly wrong. She looked around her, people were running, chaos was everywhere. Tents were burning, flames shot into the sky followed by smoke.

Her eyes went wide with terror when she saw several Death Eaters walking her way. Oliver tugged on her arm, pulling her toward the forest. She gave in and ran beside him to safety. Once inside, they tried to keep as quiet and still as possible. Bijou pulled out her wand, lit it, and looked at Oliver. His eye was slightly bruised.

"Oh! What happened?" Bijou fussed over him, touching his eye gently.

"Just got in a bit of a tussle, that's all." Oliver said brushing her off.

"Does it hurt?" Bijou continued.

"No. Now are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" Oliver asked, checking her with the dim light.

"I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about!" Bijou complained.

"Everything will be fine," Oliver said, looking up through the treetops. That's when he saw it. The Dark Mark hung in the sky. It's dreadful appearance making more people scream with fright.

Bijou looked up at the sky, wondering what he was so interested in. She saw the mark and almost screamed herself. Oliver quickly put a hand over her mouth, "Don't do anything that will draw attention to us."

Bijou nodded, his hand loosened. "I'm scared."

"I am, too. I am, too." Even though Oliver smelt of Fire Whiskey and God only knows what else, she still found comfort in his arms as he held her.

Once the mayhem had calmed down, everyone returned to their tents. Luckily, Bijou and Oliver's tent was still intact when they reached it. He held the door open for her, and began casting protection spells around them. He didn't want to risk anything further happening.

"Oliver?" Bijou asked an hour later as they lay in their bed.

"Hmm?" Olive turned to face her.

"I can't sleep. I'm just too frightened," Bijou looked at him.

"I know, love. Me too."

"Can we go home? Please?" Bijou pleaded.

"Sure. Let me go tell Mum and Dad we're leaving."

Bijou packed up their belongings as Oliver went to tell his parents they were leaving. Hopefully they would be understanding.

In the next tent over, Oliver explained to his parents why they were leaving. "Bijou is really shaken by everything. I don't want her to stress out and put stress on the baby. That's why we're going home."

"We understand. You should do what you need to do. Ok?" Mr. Wood said. He hugged his son and let him leave.

"Thanks." Oliver hugged his mother and left.

Bijou thanked Oliver for letting them go home. She changed into her nightclothes and curled up next to Oliver. He put his arms around her, kissing her forehead lightly. He could hear her breathing slow and he could feel her body relax. He, too, did the same.

A month later, Bijou had given birth to their baby girl. Oliver had picked the name Kora, Bijou had agreed. Oliver had taken a week off from practice, so he could help Bijou with the baby.

One night, Oliver's team decided to stop by to see his new baby. They were in awe at how quickly Bijou had lost the baby weight. Oliver was too.

"Trying to keep this one happy has definitely helped." Bijou smiled at the small baby in her arms.

"She's a beau, mate! Good job!" one of his teammates slapped Oliver on the back.

"She looks just like you, Mrs. Wood," another said.

"She has Oliver's smile and his eyes," Bijou replied.

"That's all I want. As long as she looks like you, and has my last name, that's all I want." Oliver laughed.

"Well, we best be off. Just wanted to see your baby." Yet another of his teammates said.

"Alright. It was good seeing you," Oliver opened the door for them.

"Thanks for coming," Bijou smiled as they left.

That night, Bijou was watching Kora as she slept. Oliver decided to join her, walked into Kora's room and over to her crib. She was sleeping peacefully, the fuzz on her head sticking straight up in all directions. He watched as she breathed lightly, her tiny hands balled into fists. Bijou was holding one of Kora's hands in hers.

"She is beautiful," Oliver whispered.

"We made her," Bijou replied.

"That we did. And we made one good looking kid, if you ask me," Oliver touched Bijou's arm lightly.

"That we did," Bijou stood up.

They walked back into their bedroom, exhausted from the day. They fell asleep almost as soon as they had hit the pillow. Who knew what life held for them next? Oliver didn't mind not knowing; he was happy where he was. He had a beautiful, healthy baby girl and a wonderful wife. Everything was just.

The End