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Oliver Wood smirked to himself as Katie Bell came storming into the Gryffindor common room, "So things really haven't changed that much at Hogwarts then?" he asked bemusedly.

"Oliver Wood? OLIVER!" Katie shrieked, running to hug the amused Scotsman.

"Woah there Kates, it's only silly old me. You'd think I was Viktor Krum or something," said Oliver, suppressing a laugh as Katie's expression soured.

"Oh haha, you are hilarious Ollie. No really, a comedian in the making you are."

"Well, love, if I'm not mistaken you are in a royally rotten mood. What's up? The twins snogging Ange and 'Lic senseless at the dinner table? Feeling left out? Homework? Boys? Do choose your poison."

"Why on earth would Ange be snogging on of the twins? Merlin's pants Oliver, what are you thinking of?" Katie asked, cocking an eyebrow at the confused looking Scotsman.

"But- didn't... WHAT?...What-Am-I...huh? Did Fred Weasley not bring Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball all those years ago? Or am I just as bonkers as everybody claims?" Oliver spluttered. Katie laughed at the young man's expense before casting a furtive look around, "Yes Ollie, but they went as friend – purely friends. Now, if i'm not mistaken shouldn't there be a young woman around here somewhere?"

Fred Weasley POV

Merlin's bloody, soggy, good-for-nothing pants, you'd have thought I'd kicked a puppy or something with the way everyone was acting. Kathryn Elizabeth Bell (although if you called her that, more likely than not you'd end up in the Hospital Wing for a long stint) was very capable of taking care of herself, and of this fact no-one was more certain than I. Ruddy well then, I'd better bloody apologise before there's a repeat of the Prank War of '94 – I shivered remembering how that had ended.

Marching into the common room, behind Alicia, Angelina, the less-fortunate twin and Lee, I saw everybody crowded around and remembered that we were here for a reason. The House "Parents". Oh Goody. No-one was more shocked than I when I turned around to see Oliver Wood standing in front of everyone alongside – Blimey, was that Erin Prewett? (Or does she go by 'Black' now? A little voice in my head asked me). Just as it seemed everyone was starting to get rowdier than usual, Oliver seemed to turn back into the Quidditch Captain the old team and I had grown to know and, well, *cough* love.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. QUIETEN DOWN YOU LOT, LISTEN UP." Oliver shouted, causing a few of the firstyears to jump.

"As most of you probably know, my name's Oliver Wood. If you haven't guessed, or been informed, by now – I am one of the 'House Parents' Professor Dumbledore told you about tonight at dinner. This," at this, he gestured to Erin who was standing slightly behind him, "is Erin Black –" ('Ah-hah!' My inner voice exclaimed smugly. 'Shut it!' said my other inner voice. Merlin, I really am mental). "- she's going to be my female counterpart –"

"So," interrupted Lee, with a big smirk on his face "she's our mum then?"

"Well, yes, Lee. You could say that, I guess, but-"

"Well, I think I'm going to be getting in trouble more often then." continued Lee, whispering this last part to George. Unfortunately for him, everyone had stopped mumbling when Oliver had been interrupted, meaning the entire common room heard what he said. All the lads (myself included, thankyou) started laughing – that is, before I remembered that aforementioned girl was related to me. I shot Lee a glare, before noticing Oliver already pre-occupied with doing this himself.

Erin blushed before moving to stand beside Oliver, placing a hand on his arm she said "Looking forward to it then, Mr. Jordan; well, actually, I suppose I should call you Lee. Yes, right. Now, to those of you who don't know me, my name – as Oliver previously mentioned – is Erin Black. I'm a fully qualified auror, fresh out of the course. I, too, was a Gryffindor in my hey-day and, in the interest of full-disclosure, I think it's important I inform you all of the fact that I am a metamorphmagus. If any-one has any questions about what that is, or what it entails, feel free to come and see me afterwards. What else can I tell you? Oh yes, alright Oliver, I'll tell them then – I'm a Chaser - oh yes Katie, hurrah! - Erm, I suppose that's it for now really. Oh! Wait no! I also have... well, blast it! I know the muggles refer to it as a photographic memory. Again, any questions, come and see me – I'm happy to help. Oliver, would you like to talk to the youngens?"

Poor Oliver really didn't get the chance to talk to us "youngens" because the Common Room noise level had risen a few decibels after Erin's little introduction. As Oliver tried to regain control over the group, I made my way over to my friends. Finally, it seemed, he gained some control.

"Right you lot, you all ruddy-well-know who I am. Oliver Wood at your service, and all the rest. I'm the reserve Keeper for Puddlemere United-"

"- and absolutely obsessed with Quidditch, might I add," inserted Erin here, earning more than a few approving glances from those circled around the common room.

"Yes, thankyou Erin, although I'm sure everyone remembers that much from our time here. I'm here mostly because my coach told me I should take some time away from Quidditch, 'get a life' sort of thing, etc. Erm, I don't know how much Dumbledore has told you but basically, you're stuck with us. Think of it this way, we'll all be one big, happy family." He grinned, obviously impressed with his speech; then, he turned to Erin and the two began talking. I didn't get the chance to hear what they were talking about, however, because I spotted Katie and immediately took off after her.

Ron Weasley turned to his bestfriends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, with a grin. "Come on you lot! I'll introduce you to Erin, she's sort of like my cousin. In a way, anyway." They followed him, Hermione fussing with her uniform, eager to make a good first impression.

"Wotcher Ron," said Erin, winking at the young redhead "And who have we here?" she questioned, motioning to Harry and Hermione.

Ron smiled at Erin before turning to introduce his friends, "This is Harry," he started.

"Potter, I presume?" she said, leaning forward to shake Harry's outstretched hand, "I've heard a lot about you from my dad, Harry." But before Harry could look too affronted, she quickly added "Padfoot" with a wink. He openly gaped as she laughed, "Yes, I know. Sirius with a daughter – well, it's true. Although that is a story for another time, now whom on earth is this young lady Ron?" she said, turning to Hermione; who went red.

"H-Hermione Granger, pleasure to meet you," she said, hand extended for a hand-shake. Erin laughed.

"Goodness Hermione, you're a formal one aren't you? If you've got enough guts to hang around with this riff-raff-"

"HEY!" Ron interjected.

"Then you deserve a hug, my dear." Quickly, she pulled Hermione into a hug, from which she emerged beaming.

"Well you troublemakers, I've got to go and introduce myself to the students I actually don't know. I'll see you around later then." And with a wave and wink, she was gone.

Harry blinked, staring after her "Blimey."