Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while, but I had some trouble writing this one...I'm really happy with how it turned out though, so ENJOY!

Katie and Oliver's relationship was one that caused quite a scandal in the Quidditch world. It wasn't uncommon for Quidditch stars to date, and while it always got press Oliver and Katie got more than usual. It was partly because of their on-pitch confrontation during the match, and partly because Oliver had gone from "the most eligible bachelor" to "taken," and many of his fans weren't taking it too well. They found that they couldn't go anywhere together without being pestered by reporters and flashing cameras. At first they didn't mind too much, but it was starting to get on their nerves.

"This is unbearable," muttered Oliver, tightening his grip on Katie's waist as they walked into The Three Broomsticks for their Friday night drink (a tradition they continued even after they started dating), trying to ignore the camera flash that had dazzled their eyes only moments ago.

"Just ignore it," she said as they sat down at the bar. "It's not like it really matters. They just keeping getting the same shots, so they'll stop soon enough."

"I was thinking," he said, obviously tired of talking about it, "I think it's time you met my family."

"What?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"Are you scared?" he asked with a smirk, "I promise I'll protect you."

"I'm not scared," she said, elbowing him, "But if I meet your family than you have to meet mine!" and she smirked as she saw his eyes widen.

"Fine," he said, "How about you meet mine first, since I suggested it?"

"Okay," she replied, "When?"

"How about tomorrow? It's a Saturday, so everybody will be home."

"Fine," she replied, "But that means that on Sunday you're coming to meet my family."

"Fine," he said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon."

The following day Oliver apparated outside Katie's apartment and knocked three times. She came out wearing a pair of nice jeans and a blue halter top the exact same shade as her eyes. Oliver just gaped, looking her up and down.

"What?" she asked, glancing down at her shirt, "No dressy? Not dressy enough?"

"No," he said, taking her hand, "It's perfect."

"Good," she said with a smile, "I might be able to fool them into thinking I'm a good person."

"Nah," he said with a laugh, "I've already warned them about my super-crazy Quidditch girlfriend."

She rolled her eyes, and began, "They do know I'm coming-" but Oliver disapperated, pulling her along with him into oblivion. They arrived in the Scottish countryside beside a gorgeous, Gothic-style castle. It wasn't horribly large for a castle, but it was still a castle.

"Oliver," said Katie slowly, "This is where you grew up?"

"Well, yeah," he said sheepishly, "It's not as big as it looks. It's been in the family for years."

"Who's here?" she asked, realizing that when Oliver said she should meet his family he hadn't specified if that meant his parents or every aunt, uncle, cousin, and grandparent he had.

"Just my mum and dad, my sister Lauren, her husband Michael, and their two-year-old son Nick," he replied casually.

"They have a two-year-old," said Katie, momentarily forgetting her worries. She loved kids. "How cute!"

Oliver smiled, "He is. I'm afraid I spoil him rotten though."

"That's what uncles are for," she said with a smile, before she was struck with a sudden thought, "They do know I'm coming, right?"

"Well..." said Oliver evasively, but any need for reply became moot when a second story window opened and a middle-aged woman's head popped out. She was a brunette like Oliver, and resembled him in many ways. His mother, undoubtedly.

"Oliver, dear!" she called, "What are you doing standing out there. Come in and-" but she'd caught sight of Katie, "Who is that? Is that the Quidditch player? Katie Bell?"

Katie turned on Oliver, a glare in place, her hands on her hips, "You didn't tell them I was coming?" she asked angrily, while his mother shouted at the same time, "Why didn't you tell us she was coming?"

Katie couldn't help but smile a bit as Oliver called up to her, "It was a last-minute decision." Katie elbowed him and whispered, "You had twelve hours to send them an owl, you liar!" before turning back to the window, where Mrs. Wood was smiling.

"Well come in dears, I'm sure everyone would love to meet Katie," and with that the window snapped shut.

Oliver took Katie's hand and pulled her not to the large, wooden front door, but around the back of the house to a back door that opened into the gardens. Once through the door they found themselves in the dining room, which was right next to the impressive staircase. They left the dining room and began climbing, Katie looking around as they did so. She was surprised. The house wasn't filled with breakables that Katie would be terrified to touch, being the klutziest person alive when not on a broom. The furniture and decor was modern, but didn't clash with the old castle. It had a very homey fell in Katie's opinion, and she found herself smiling. It really was gorgeous. They reached the second floor and walked down a corridor, before entering a huge room that clearly served as the main living room for the family. It held several large couches and armchairs, as well as a grand piano, with several family portraits hanging on the wood-paneled walls.

Oliver's mother was sitting on one of the couches beside a man who was clearly Oliver's father. Katie had seen a picture of him with a young Oliver at Oliver's flat, so she'd known what to expect. He was tall, and when he was young he'd been muscular like Oliver, though not as much so, because Oliver had all the Quidditch going for him. However, Oliver's father's eyes were blue, rather than hazel. On the other couch sat a woman who looked a little bit older than Oliver, who was 22, and who had auburn hair instead of brown like the rest of her family. She had a kind face, which currently was smiling down at two-year-old Nick, an average-sized, auburn-haired child, who was angelic. The man sitting next to who Katie assumed was Lauren was clearly her husband Micheal. He was tall, though not as tall as Oliver, and an average looking brunette. Not nearly as handsome as Oliver in Katie's opinion. Katie managed to observe all of this in the split-second it took for the family to register the opening of the door and the appearance of Katie and Oliver in their midst.

"Hello," said Lauren, standing up, taking a smiling Nick with her, "I'm Lauren, Oliver's sister."

"Nice to meet you," said Katie, before Oliver pulled her onto the other side of the couch his parents sat on.

"Uncle Ollie!" called Nick from his mother's arms, reaching out towards Oliver.

Lauren walked over to them and handed Nick to Oliver before returning to her seat on the other couch.

"Hey kid," said Oliver as Michael stood up and handed the toddler to Oliver, "This is Katie."

"T!" said the toddler happily, reaching a hand and pulling at Katie's hair.

"No," said Oliver, lightly taking the toddler's hand and unclenching his fingers, setting Katie's hair free, "We don't do that Nick."

"Oh how rude of me," said Oliver's mother, "I never got to introduce myself. I'm Rachel Wood, Oliver's mother, and this is my husband, Gerald Wood."

"It's very nice to meet you both," said Katie with an easy smile. She wasn't sure why, but she felt very easy with his family. They were quieter than her own, but in a good way. She had a feeling that when they spoke they always had something interesting or witty to say.

"So," said Mr. Wood, and both Oliver and Katie could tell by his tone that the interrogation was about to begin, "How long have you two known eachother."

"Well," said Katie, "We were on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team for three years together, but then lost touch."

"We met again right after the final battle," said Oliver.

"I won't even bother asking when you got together," said Rachel, "Seeing as everyone knows," Oliver groaned, while Lauren smirked.

Just as Gerald opened his mouth to speak, Nick called from Oliver's lap, "T! Nick want T!"

Katie looked startled at being addressed by the toddler, but took him from Oliver's arms.

"Well," said Michael smiling, "You've earned his approval."

Katie smiled.

The rest of the day passed amicably enough. Oliver's family was very witty, like him, but they could also be very sincere. She really liked them, and was pretty sure that they liked her. However, having met them she felt that Oliver might go into shock when meeting her family. She told him as much as they left the house.

"Why?" he asked curiously.

"Well," said Katie, "There are more of us, and we're...how do I put this...loud."

"Really?" he asked sarcastically, "I'd never have guessed that your family would be loud!"

"And I'd never have guessed that yours would be sarcastic and witty," she said with an eye-roll, "You can laugh now, but just wait and see. At least I warned them you were coming tomorrow."

"I said I was sorry!"

She just rolled her eyes again, inwardly smirking at the mayhem that the next day would bring.

I hope you liked Oliver's family, and get psyched for Katie's family next chapter. Let's just say she wasn't exaggerating...