A/N: I have the most awesome reviewers ever. This chapter came to me like a bolt out of the blue, this is not where I intended to go, but it just felt right. I mean, who won't love Anna by the end of the page? Also I had a reviewer who was distressed that Oliver was "not kissing" Katie in the last chapter. I snuck something in there for you honey! Please enjoy and don't forget to tell me how you like the new characters! (and what you like in general)

Disclaimer: If I owned anything useful, I WOULD NOT be working night shift! Ugh...

Princess Rose

Oliver headed back to the hospital. He could walk to Katie's room blindfolded, scratch that, he could walk there in his sleep, and practically has on several occasions. He just kept his feet moving, he needed to see her.

She was exactly the way he had expected her to be, motionless and quiet. Before he remembered that it was possible she could wake, he reached out to touch her to make sure she was real. His hand carefully smoothed the hair away from her face and she opened her eyes.

"Oliver" she managed to croak out, her weak voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled at her half-open eyes. "I didn't mean to wake you, I wanted to see of you were alright Kate."

"They gave me something…" she made tiny movements, like a small child fighting to stay awake. "It's… making me sleep. Glad you're here." She smiled softly.

"I'll stay with you until you go back to sleep."

"But you're here."

"I'll come back"

"Okay, but visit when… not sleepy."

Oliver chuckled softly to himself, "I promise I'll visit when 'not sleepy' and we can talk."

"I like talking to you."

"I know Kate."

"I'm not being good at it now."

"Go to sleep Kate"

"Missed talking to you"

"Go to sleep Kate"

"Miss you"

"I've missed you too" he whispered to her sleeping form.

"Olivar" a high pitched voice whispered.

"Olivar." The voice got louder.

"Uncle Olivar."

Oliver awoke from his slumber and blinked. He was sitting in Katie's room at St. Mungo's in 'his' chair. He tried to stretch, and realized his hands were hampered by something. One was on Katie's bed, entwined in both of hers. The other was being tugged on by an impish little 3 year old named Anna. He looked up and found his sister glaring down at him.

"Ophelia?"

"Madainn mhath bràthair" (Good morning brother)

He pulled his hands away from their captors to rub at his eyes. "Isn't it a little early for Gaelic siùir?" (sister)

"Not if you lived under my roof."

Ophelia Wood McPhail was Oliver's older sister. Five years his senior, she looked the part of the sister of the "most eligible bachelor in quidditch." She had an elegant and imposing frame accented by light brown hair, hanging in heavy waves down her back. Her dark blue eyes showed annoyance at her little brother's complaint. She had married into a family that preferred speaking Gaelic over the Queen's English. The broken phrases from her childhood had become fluent speech in the past five years.

"Good morning little one," Oliver directed at his niece.

"Who's the sleepy one?"

"Kate"

"Oh" She accepted it as a perfectly reasonable and full answer, and with that she wandered over into another part of the room. Anna was a perfect miniature of her mother, excepting the blonde hair that she had inherited from her father. She was graceful and forceful just like her mother. She was examining the paper origami that currently read "Don't forget to shave your toes."

Oliver turned back to his sister. "Why are you here Phee?"

"Mum saw a report in "Isles of Quidditch" and she sent me to see if you were alright. She was in a complete tizzy, so I agreed to come to London."

"What? Why would Mum think I wasn't alright?"

"Here." Ophelia dug around in her purse and tossed him a tabloid, whose front cover showed a hassled looking Kevin Pryce and several of the Puddlemere players in the lobby of St. Mungo's.

"Aww, bloody hell. I'm gonna kill that git Aaron."

"You are the only one there aren't any photos of. There are many, many of the others. There is a lot of speculation that you were injured severely, if you bother to read the commentary. According to that, I'm surprised to have found you in one piece." Ophelia raised her eyebrow at her younger brother.

"It's a wonder that she didn't splinch herself trying to come" Oliver remarked dryly as he flipped through the pages. The headline "Quidditch Hottie Oliver Wood Minutes from Death" caused him to roll his eyes.

"She was quite worked up. She flooed me before a decent hour this morning and demanded that I come and see if you were alright. She couldn't 'bear the shock' if no one prepared her for what gruesome injury you surely must have."

"It's nice to know that my big sister will come and make sure dear old mum won't die from shock. Apparently I'm moments from death due to a freak training accident involving a rampaging hippogriff. Does anyone actually think before they use rubbish tabloids for a news source?" He threw the magazine onto the bedside table in disgust.

"You are lucky that I had to come and get some things from Diagon Alley this week anyway, or you would be contending with her and not me."

Oliver mentally winced. He could think of many different reactions that his mother could have to the situation, none particularly pleasant. "I owe you."

"Aye." Ophelia turned to check on her daughter who was staring at the occupant of the hospital bed. "So Katie Bell is it? I haven't heard you speak of her in a few years, but I saw her name on the room and guessed this is where you would be."

"She's in her seventh year at Hogwarts. I hadn't seen her in ages."

"Still at Hogwarts? How did she arrive here then? Pomfrey can handle almost anything if memory serves."

"I don't know; somehow she ended up with a cursed necklace and went into a coma and tried to die on me." Making light of the situation wasn't working.

"Still in the coma?"

"No she came out of it yesterday. She's had a sleeping draught, so I don't know when she'll be awake today."

"How long have you been using that chair for your personal vigil?"

Oliver hated it when his sister changed subjects abruptly. It made him feel like it was an interrogation about how her pet kneasel ended up red and gold. "I hardly see where that is worth discussing Phee. What I do in my spare time is my business."

Ophelia smirked the Wood-family-trademark smirk. "Still holding a torch for her then?"

Oliver began to fidget, knowing any answer to that question would give his sister entirely too much ammunition. "Answer that one yourself" was his terse reply.

"Kate's pretty Olivar. She looks just like Princess Rose" Anna exclaimed from her place in Katie's bed. She was combing Katie's hair with her small fingers. Oliver had no clue how his niece had managed to climb into the hospital bed or who 'Princess Rose" was.

'Princess Rose?' Oliver mouthed to his sister.

"Disney's Sleeping Beauty" Ophelia answered then looking back to her daughter. "Anna you should not be up there, Katie needs her sleep."

"No mummy, she's a sleeping princess and NEEDS her true love's kiss to wake up. It's just how that works" Anna stated as if the world always worked in such a way.

"Sweetling, I'm not sure that it works that way in the real world." Ophelia was doing a poor job balancing her annoyance with Anna's behavior and her amusement at her antics.

"Yes it does" Anna retorted with absolute certainty. "Uncle Olivar, do you know her true love?"

"I don't think so" Oliver replied uncertainly. This began an involuntary search of his memory to find if Katie did indeed have a true love.

"Anna, get down now or Mummy will be cross."

Oliver turned to his sister. "Statements like that carry more weight if you're not laughing Phee."

"No, she has to wake up. Can you kiss her Olivar? Maybe it will work if you do it. You're kind of like a prince." She turned the full effect of pleading blue eyes onto her favorite uncle. "Please?"

Oliver rolled his eyes; he was fairly certain that there was nothing on the face of the earth that his niece's little pout could not convince him to do. If Oliver was honest with himself, having an excuse to kiss Katie was not unwelcome, even if his big sister was watching. He leaned over Katie's sleeping form and noticed she was trying very hard to have an expressionless face. Well, seeing as she's already awake, he deviated for his original target, her forehead, and chastely kissed her bottom lip.

Katie's eyes opened and blinked dramatically a few times before she answered "Thank you for rescuing me kind sir."

"Any time Milady."

"Hi Auntie Kate!" Anna was bouncing up and down with delight; she had saved the princess.

"Kate, I don't know if you remember my sister Ophelia, and this is her only child Anna."
"Nice to see you again Ophelia. Anna, I think that you and I shall be friends."

"Of course Auntie Kate! You're a princess!" Anna began to prattle away about princesses and princes and spells as Katie smiled indulgently. Oliver stepped to the side to continue talking to his sister.

"Anna's a little spitfire isn't she?"

"You know that as well as I. I wish you wouldn't encourage her demands."

"She's such a sweet little one, how can I tell my favorite niece no?"

"When I have another, what will you do then?"

"I don't know Phee, spoil them both? Does she usually refer to people she has just met as Auntie?"

"I'm afraid that this is unique to your dear Katie, bràthair. Perhaps Anna knows something that the rest of us do not." Ophelia then looked at her younger brother wickedly.

"Don't take the mickey Phee. I've been worried about one of my best friends for months. Let me be happy she's awake."

Oliver's brain finally caught up to the conversation; turn about is fair play. "What did you say about having more kids?"

"Nothing definiative Oliver."

"Phee" he pressed in a stop-hiding-this-from-me-tone.

"What would you think of another baby in the family?"

Oliver glanced over to look at Katie. Anna was sitting in her lap playing with Katie's hair. She was placing jeweled barrettes in Katie's hair; ruby, emerald, sapphire and opal were now adorning Katie's tresses. Katie was responding animatedly to Anna, being sucked into her world of make-believe. It looked so natural, the picture was 'just right' to him. Then, a thought jarred his idyllic image.

"I don't remember seeing barrettes around before."

"Perhaps you should let one of the staff know that your Katie is up and lucid" Ophelia stated, ignoring her brother's musings.

"Anna, where did you get those hair clips?"

"Auntie Kate conjured them for me."