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Katie had warned her family that she was bringing Oliver over to the family lunch they were having that Sunday. She had to admit that she hadn't been totally honest with Oliver, because if she had been she would've told him that all of her family was there for the family picnic, meaning her parents, siblings, siblings' families, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, and she had a big family. They arrived hand in hand on Katie's parents' doorstep. They could hear yelling from the backyard, where the family had assembled.

"Wait," said Oliver, before Katie dragged him around the house, "Who's here?"

"Well..." said Katie evasively, "Just my mum and dad," Oliver gave a sigh which quickly turned into a groan when he realized that she was about to continue, "My three older brothers, Paul, Patrick, and Ian. Paul would've been a fifth year when you were a first, Patrick a sixth year, and Ian a seventh, so you probably never met them," Oliver gulped, that made them 25, 26, and 27, and while he was tall there were three of them, "my older sister Mary Ann, who would've been a third year when you were a first, so that makes her 23, my grandmas Maggie and Louisa, my grandpas Henry and Joseph (but we call him Joe), my aunts and uncles on my mum's side, Violet and Carter, Susan and Jacob, and Zoe and David, and all of their kids, Dina, Emily, Jake, Andrew, Mallory, Bridgette, Sarah, Emmett, Gavin, and Leo, then the aunts and uncles on my dad's side, Tom and Michelle, and Dan and Caroline, and their kids Elyse, Megan, John, William, Calvin, and Sally. That's everyone."

Oliver had long since lost his ability to speak. Once he regained it he sputtered, "I take you to meet 5 people, one of which is a toddler, and you take me to meet hundreds! I don't even know how many!"

"Um..." said Katie thoughtfully, and to Oliver's horror she seemed to be counting in her head, "35, I think, no, 36..." Oliver stared blankly at her, so she said quickly, "But don't worry. Because there are so many and it's a family lunch not a lot of people will notice you." Oliver raised his eyebrow skeptically.

"Are your cousins older than you or younger than you?" he asked carefully.

She rolled her eyes, "Don't be such a worry-wort. They're all younger than me, so you've just got to deal with three scary brothers, and I told them to be on their best behavior."

"You can laugh all you want," he said, "But when they give you back my ashes in a box you won't be laughing any more."

She merely rolled her eyes again, and proceeded to drag him to the back yard. They turned the corner of the house and Oliver's jaw dropped. He realized why Katie had mentioned earlier that they needed to use her parents house cause it had about 13 acres of land with no close neighbors. Not only was the farm house big enough to hold 36 people somewhat comfortably, but the commotion in the backyard was so great that muggles would surely suffer from heart failure if they saw it. There were a number of kids, maybe age 9 to 14 on brooms playing a Quidditch game, and below them the younger children were playing some sort of tag that involved screaming and dieing theatrically when touched. Several of the adult men and women were waving their wands over outdoor grills, while the others stood around talking in loud voices, and all of the adults were holding some type of alcoholic beverage. There were people shouting and whispering and screaming and dancing and between the 36 of them they were making what seemed like more noise than the Quidditch World Cup audience. All of them were wearing tee-shirts and shorts, despite the cold November weather, and Oliver realized after stepping into the backyard that there had been some sort of charm placed on it, making the entire area a comfortable 70. He wondered idly what they did when it snowed.

"Hey guys!" called Katie to the group of adults first, and they all turned.

"Katie!" shouted a man who looked to be in his fifties. He had his wand out and was waving it at some burgers on the grill, "How's my little girl?"

"Hi Daddy," Katie replied, hugging him, before turning to the woman beside him, who looked to be in her fifties as well, "Hi Mum," After hugging her mother Katie turned and gestured to Oliver and said, "This is my boyfriend, Oliver. I told you I was bringing him, remember?"

"Lovely to meet you," said Katie's mother.

"KATIE-KATE!" shouted a tall, hulking mass of muscle that Oliver knew immediately must be her brother. He was blond with blue eyes like her, but was at least 6 foot 4 inches, which made Katie's 5 foot 7 inches look short, and Oliver's 6 foot 2 inches look average at best. He walked over to Katie and swung her around in the air.

He set her down, both of them laughing as she said, "Oliver this is my brother Ian. Ian, this is-"

But Ian interrupted her, and looking at her family Oliver could see that Katie had become such an interrupter because otherwise she'd never get a word in edgewise, "Yeah, yeah, I know Oliver. It's not like we all haven't seen the tabloids Katie-Kate," he extended a hand, "Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too," said Oliver, taking the hand and giving a firm shake to match Ian's. Feeling this Ian said, "I like him. He's got a good handshake, not bad looking, and sure as hell can play Quidditch."

"Thanks," said Oliver, not exactly sure what to say, while Katie smirked smugly.

"Was that Baby-Katie I heard?" asked a booming voice as another blond-haired, blue-eyed man appeared, having separated himself from the throng of people around the grills. This man wasn't as tall as Ian, but was about the same height as Oliver, and not nearly as intimidating as Ian had been.

"Hey Paul," said Katie, "This is-"

"Oliver?" interrupted Paul, "At last. We were wondering if we'd ever meet him!"

"I told Mum and Dad he was coming, and we've only been dating three months," said Katie, hugging Paul, "It's good to see you."

"Good to see you too, little sis," he replied, before turning to Oliver and saying, "And nice to meet you." Oliver gave a nod and a smile.

"Why did no one tell me Katie was here with Oliver?" asked another voice, a woman's this time, but she was followed by another man. Katie's sister and last brother, Oliver assumed.

"Mary Ann, Patrick, this is Oliver. Oliver, Mary Ann, Patrick," said Katie gesturing to each person as she introduced them. Mary Ann didn't look at all like Katie. She was a brunette, a bit shorter, with totally different facial features. The only thing they had in common was that Mary Ann, like Katie, had electric blue eyes, different from Paul and Ian, who's eyes were a sea-water blue. Patrick was a brunette as well, with sea-water eyes to match his brothers. He was about the same height as Patrick and just as bulky as Ian.

"Well," said Ian, "Now that Patrick and Paul are both here," he turned to Oliver, "We'd like to have a word with you, if that's alright," his tone made it clear that it wasn't really a request.

"Guys," said Katie pleadingly, "Please not now, or" she acted as if she'd been struck with a sudden inspiration, "Not ever! Doesn't that sound great?"

"Nah," said Patrick with a grin, "Now sounds good. We've just got to have a quick word with Oliver, so why don't you run off with Mary Ann. We'll just go into the house for a minute."

Katie gave Oliver an apologetic look as he was pushed/dragged into the house. The three men led Oliver into the kitchen where they stood, Oliver with his back against the counter, and Katie's brothers standing around him.

"Listen," said Ian, who seemed to be leading the interrogation, "You seem like a really good guy, but so did Mary Ann's last boyfriend, and we ended up having to teach him a hard lesson, so if I were you I'd listen up."

"Katie's our baby sister and we're very protective," said Patrick, "And if you don't treat her right, if you-"

"Listen," said Oliver, interrupting him, "I would never-"

"No," said Paul, "You listen. We said you seemed like a decent bloke, and you do, but if you hurt her...let's just say, it's hard to be friends with the guy dating your baby sister, and we like to put in the effort, but if you give us a reason not to..."

"We'll stop," finished Ian, "and you want to be our friend, believe me."

"So," said Patrick, "Do we understand one another?" Oliver nodded.

"Oh," said Paul, "And one more thing, don't think we've overlooked the fact that you're three years older than her, and based on that first photo that came out," Oliver blushed, "You're moving pretty fast. So just remember what we've said, and also remember this, out there in the yard there are another 5 uncles, 2 grandfathers, and a father, plus another 5 aunts, 2 grandmothers, a mother, and a sister, all of whom are capable of teaching you a lesson if necessary, and none of whom are afraid to do so."

"And neither are we," said Ian, before smiling, "But enough of that. Come on, before the rest of the family eats all the burgers." Oliver was surprised at how quickly their tone turned casual, but was glad the intimidation was over.

As they were about to leave Katie walked in and said, "Why don't you guys go ahead? I wanna show Oliver the house, maybe do some damage control," but she was smiling fondly at them as they left. Even though it irritated her that they felt the need to do this, she also remembered what happened to Mary Ann, and she knew that they were trying to protect her because they loved her.

"How bad were they?" she asked as they left the kitchen.

"Not too bad," he said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders as she showed him the living room and dining room.

"I would believe that," she said, pulling him up the stairs, "Except for the look that was on your face as I came in. Oliver elbowed her. "This is my old room," she said, opening a door at the end of the corridor on the second floor, having turned right after coming up stairs. Katie's room wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. The wall opposite the door and the wall to the right of the door had windows that faced the back yard, but with a flick of her wand Katie closed the shades, which were neon green. She'd pained the wall across from the door an aqua blue, while all of the other walls were the same neon green as the curtains. There were photographs everywhere. In frames, all over the walls, under the glass on the desk...everywhere. He knew several of the moving people, including Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Leanne (and all of Katie's other friends that were her age), and people he recognized as belonging to Katie's family. He also saw many photos that included himself and Katie.

Katie sat on the bed, which had a green and blue patchwork quilt, and Oliver joined her, surveying the room. The furniture was modern, and she had several bean-bag chairs. "What do you think?" she asked.

"It's so you," he said with a grin.

"What about it's so me?" she asked.

"Well," he said, leaning forward, "It's bubbly," he kissed her lightly, "And fun," another kiss, "And flirty," another kiss, "And out there," yet one more kiss, "And friendly,"

"Are you sure that's just the room you're talking about?" she asked with a smirk.

"Nope," he said, popping his 'p', "I'm talking about you now." She laughed. "Oh," he added, leaning against the headboard and pulling her into his chest, so that she leaned against him, "By the way, I see where you get the interrupting thing from."

"No kidding," she said with a laugh.

They sat in silence for a moment before Oliver asked, "If you don't mind me asking...What happened to Marry Ann?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, unsure of how much Oliver knew.

"Well, when your brothers were talking to me-"

"More like threatening," Katie muttered.

"Well, whatever," he said, eager to ask his question, "They mentioned something about Mary Ann's last boyfriend and how they had to teach him a lesson...What happened?"

"Well," said Katie, "At least now you'll get why they're so protective...well, they were pretty protective before this, but now they're even more so, if that's possible. Two years ago Mary Ann brought a guy to family lunch one Sunday (we have them once every month or so). His name was Jay, and he seemed like a really nice guy. He was smart and funny and everyone liked him. He and Mary Ann went out for a year and a half, and all of us were sure that he was the one...but then, one Sunday about five months ago, right after the final battle, they came over for the lunch and Jay lost his temper. It was over something really stupid, but no one had ever seen him so angry. He slashed her with his wand, and made a deep cut across her face. Of course, after they saw that my brothers and I flipped. I cleaned up Mary Ann, and convinced her to tell me the whole story. Mary Ann's not like me or my brothers. All of us interrupt eachother and are loud and have no issue voicing our opinions, but Mary Ann's the quiet one. She likes to fade into the background where no one notices her and she's more comfortable. She told me that Jay had been doing similar things for the past 8 months, and she showed me a scar on her arm that wouldn't ever go away, because he used a spell she was unfamiliar with and couldn't heal. My brothers...dealt with Jay, and he never came back, but after that they've been more careful about me. Mary Ann hasn't dated anyone since then, but they've been asking to meet you for the past three months, since they saw Rita's photo."

Oliver's mouth was hanging open. Everything about that story made him sick to his stomach. He tried to say something, but nothing came to mind, so he closed his mouth with a sigh.

"They're probably wondering where we are," Katie whispered, sitting up and turning around to face him for the fist time.

"Probably," he replied, glad his voice sounded normal. They stood up and walked towards the door, but as Katie's hand closed on the handle he grabbed her other wrist, making her turn around to look at him.

"Katie, I would never," but, As usual he thought was a smile, she interrupted him.

Putting a finger to his lips to stop him from speaking she said, "I know that. She gave him a light kiss, before adding, "But they don't yet," her manner turned joking rather suddenly, "But, they're not too worried, especially after they saw that slap in the paper." They both laughed as Katie took Oliver's hand and led the way downstairs.

I hope you all enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it! I had so much fun with this chapter, so drop me a review and tell me if you liked it.

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