A/N: Thanks to everyone who read the chapter one! Special thanks for the Review. I'm going to go ahead and post this so I'll stop tweaking the wording and making myself nuts. Disclaimer: If I owned anything useful then I would have enough money to fix my friend's fence after that moron and his car took out about 50 yards of it last night.

Colombian Fire-Thingy

Oliver appeared in St. Mungos and walked straight to the welcome witch.

"Checking in or visitation?" she inquired with total disdain for her position.

"I'm here to see Katherine Bell. They said she'd been cursed" he blurted out. As Oliver watched her leisurely rifle through admissions documents for the correct room he heard a familiar voice.

"Wood, c'mon I know where we're going." A Weasley twin grabbed his arm and drug him over toward the lift.

"Where is she? Have you seen her? Is she OK? How did she get here?" At this point in his panic, Oliver was cut off by a strong hand on his shoulder.

"Look mate, my little brother, Harry, and Hermione were with her when it happened. They just sent an owl to us saying she'd been cursed by a necklace, floated around a bit, and was whisked off to St. Mungos." He gave Oliver a stern look that clearly said shut-up-and-let-me-finish. "Alicia was with us when we got the news and she sent Basil off to Ange. They're all here with her parents, I just had to run over to the shop and close up. I left George to take care of the girls."

Somewhere in the deep part of Oliver's mind that was still functioning it registered that A) this must be Fred talking to me and B) He's talking to me like I'm going to have a breakdown. To the casual observer this train of thought appeared as Oliver blinking stupidly and looking confused at the new information. Slowly a sentence began to form; "Will she be ok?"

A somber voice replied "No one knows yet. C'mon this is our floor"

If the situation was less grave the sight down the hall would have been comical. A man with blonde and sliver hair was pacing a few steps only to make a militarily-precise turn and repeat the process. On a bench were three women holding onto a single man with red hair. He was being pulled in so many directions that his clothes were practically ripping, or at least stretching into an unrecognizable shape. He looked very much like he was carrying out a suicide mission and only had minutes left. George very gratefully looked at the newcomers and tapped the girl furthest from him. Next thing Oliver knew he was squished between Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson in what had to be the most awkward greeting of his life.

"Fred, you're back why did you take so long?" Without pausing for an answer or letting go, she continued "Oliver, I'm glad you made it, she's been in there for hours and no one knows a thing. I've seen two more healers go in in the past 15 minutes alone. Her parents are doing as well as can be expected, although they don't really understand what's going on."

Angelina grabbed Oliver by the wrist and dragged him over to the middle-aged woman on the bench. "Mrs. Bell, this is Oliver Wood, he's here for Katie too." With that she shoved him down next to her and went back to stand with Fred at the end of the corridor and began to talk in hushed tones. The pacing man stopped momentarily to look over the young man seated next to his wife. Finding nothing amiss save for the very odd dress/cloak/robe thing he was wearing with gold plants across the chest, he retuned to pacing.

He's here for Katie too. The phrase reverberated in Oliver's head. Of course he was here for Katie. He's always here for Katie. Like when she got scorched by the Columbian Fire Root in Herbology as a third year.

"Oliver" she whined knowing he'd drop whatever he was doing and give her attention. "Oliver it hurts. Fix it."

He looked up to see a blonde, blue-eyed imp who was covered in mud from her ponytail to her ankles pouting and offering him her bare arm. Said arm was covered in a long, raw injury.

"Kate what the hell did you do?"

"I was just moving a Columbian Fire-thing and it jumped over and got me. I swear it wasn't my fault." Her sweet smile not disguising the fact she wasn't in half as much pain as she made out to be and this injury was most likely entirely her fault.

Giving his mates a look of well-I've-gotta-take-care-of-her-don't-know-when-I'll-be-back, he cupped his arm around Katie's back and lead her up the boy's stairs. She was chattering away about how it wasn't her fault, really. Upon reaching his dorm, she curled up on the foot of his bed and peered over at him searching his trunk for the med kit he had, just in case of Quidditch emergency; he was the captain after all. Upon attaining the burn paste he looked up at her.

"Give me your arm Katie-Kate and I'll, what did you say, fix it?" he joked.

She obeyed but not before taunting in a sarcastic yet innocent voice "But Oliver, you always can fix stuff."

He smeared the paste on and plopped down beside her. "You're a right pain sometimes. Merlin knows why I keep you around" he said smirking at the cold stone floor in a resigned voice.

"Cause you can't live without me and I'm a damned good chaser to boot." She grinned at him and placed a chaste peck on his jaw before jumping up and practically skipping out of the room; leaving him with a cheerful "Thanks, you're the best."

Oliver couldn't help but smile when he looked at a perfect mud-encrusted Katie print on his clean bed.