Oliver came bounding through the door of their apartment. It had taken them a while to recover from what had happened in the forest at the World Cup, but they were getting there. Aquila had told him everything about her brother, and together they had comforted each other. They had been happy in the pursuit of their careers for the last few weeks. Aquila was advancing quickly, and Oliver had been working hard. He came in to find Aquila curled up on an armchair with a mug of steaming tea, and a crossword puzzle book on her knees. He stood for a moment appreciating her. She'd gathered her hair back into a messy pile at the back of her head, a pencil stuck through it. Stray strands kissed her face. She wore his old Gryffindor Quidditch jumper. It was huge on her, the sleeves ending halfway down her hands. It was the height of domesticity. And then she looked up at him, a smile on her lips.

"How did it go out there today, champ?" Her voice was the sweetest music to him. He smiled back at her. He set his equipment bag down, and rummaged through it, and pulled out his Puddlemere United uniform, beaming. She set her mug down, and tossed the puzzle book down before springing to her feet. "Oh my god. Oh merciful HOUR!" She launched herself at him. He started to laugh.

"I'm their reserve keeper! I did it! Aquila I did it!" She laughed along with him, her face a picture of joy.

"You deserved this, Olly! I'm so happy for you! My boyfriend the professional Quidditch Keeper! And you had worked so hard!" She spun around with him, and giggled, clearly delighted for him. He thought this was what people meant when they said their heart would melt.

He tucked her in close to him, and buried his face in her hair.

"Thank you… You helped me so much." he muttered into her hair.

"Yeah, but you took it to whole way. Harper only has about a year left in him, Olly. You're a shoe in! You're going to be their Keeper this time next year, just you watch!" He couldn't help but laugh again. Puddlemere United had always been his favourite team growing up. He had done it. He'd achieved one of his biggest dreams.

"You're my good luck." he said, kissing her. She kissed him back fiercely. He staggered a little, but she caught him. They both laughed again.

"Well we have to celebrate, somehow." She grinned at him. He knew the perfect way.

"Well you mentioned a Muggle movie before that sounds interesting. Star… I want to say Wars… Was it Wars?" Her eyes grew big. "Did I get it right? I mean, I like these Muggle movies. And you go on about this one so much…" A bright grin burst across her face.

"You want to celebrate getting signed to a professional Quidditch team by watching Star Wars?" Her question was tentative, and disbelieving.

"And getting Chinese food, obviously." She threw her arms around him again, before walking away from him, presumably to set up the VCR.

"I knew there was a reason I married you."

Oliver blinked slowly, and stared at Aquila's back, as she stopped midstep and froze, realising what she had just said. She stood there for a few seconds before continuing in what she was doing. When he saw her face again, she was bright red. Oliver knew it was just a slip of the tongue. He had heard her parents say the very same thing to each other on numerous occasions. He understood. It wasn't awkward and weird to him, but apparently it was to her. Maybe in a few years when they were in their twenties… He was only eighteen now… He shook his head. It was an accident, and he knew she meant nothing by it.

"So it's three whole movies, right?" he called to her. He could actually hear her sigh of relief from half the apartment away.

"Yeah! It's a real saga." she sounded too chipper. She'd recover from her embarrassment.

"Do you want to watch one movie now, get food after, then watch the other two?" he called back. She came back, with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, that sounds good, Keeper." She pulled him into a hug, and kissed his forehead. "I'm so proud of you, Oliver." He smiled, and rubbed her back gently.

"I'm proud of us both."

"So the whole time, the bad guy knew the other guy was his son? But he didn't know about his daughter? And Luke, was it? Luke kissed his sister, and she knew all along? What?" Aquila laughed a little at Oliver's confusion, as they lay together in bed, full of Chinese food. Her hair splayed out across his chest. It was ticklish along his skin, but he made no complaint.

"Well, they made a lot of it up as they went along, I suspect. Nobody expected it to be as huge a success as it was." She was so impassioned when she talked about Star Wars. "But I suppose we have to consider the social construct behind certain ways of showing affection. It is set long ago in a galaxy far, far away. Maybe that was a perfectly acceptable thing there? I don't know. It was still weird." She nuzzled into him further.

"I'm going to play for Puddlemere United." he said, still shocked by the fact. He could almost see the glisten of her teeth in the dark.

"You are." Her stroked his fingers idly through her hair. There was silence for a time. He thought perhaps she had fallen asleep. But she hadn't.

"I need to talk to you about something." He never liked hearing that, no matter how often she would say that and prove that it was usually a good thing.

"Okay." he said quietly, into the darkness. His fingers stilled in her hair.

She sat up, and drew her knees up under her chin.

"I've been recruited to something…" He frowned. That sounded strange, but he waited for her to continue. "There's an organisation… called the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore founded it. To fight You Know Who." Oliver felt his heart rate increasing. He was right to dread those words then, it seemed.

"But You Know Who is dead." Oliver's voice cracked.

"The Death Eaters are active, his mark was seen over the World Cup. Something is happening. And… And… Something is going to happen this year at Hogwarts, and it's going to put people at risk. Dumbledore is worried. He needs me back there. He wants me to go back, Oliver." He felt his stomach twisting in a knot.

"What's happening in Hogwarts?" He sat up himself, but he refrained from turning on the light, just yet. He could hear the hesitation in her silence.

"The Triwizard Tournament. You can't tell anybody though!" She was rushing her words, a sign that she was nervous. He took a breath.

"They had to wait until I'd left the bloody school…" She whacked him on the arm.

"People have died in this tournament!" she said, hotly. "With all this activity from You Know Who's old followers, the Order is worried that something might happen in the tournament. I'm going to be brought in to work alongside Madam Pomfrey. To be another pair of hands belonging to the Order there."

Oliver thought about it. It would probably all come to nothing. Nothing bad would happen, and she would have an amazing job. He Who Must Not Be Named was never going to come back, he was dead. He'd died trying to kill Harry. Everybody knew that. But Dumbledore was wiser than he seemed.

"I think it's a great opportunity for you to work with an experienced Healer in close quarters." he said, hoping it was supportive. "I don't think we have anything to really worry about from You Know Who. He's gone. His fanatics might be causing trouble, but they'd never be able to touch Hogwarts. Not while Dumbledore was there. A bit of added security won't hurt." He sat in silence, while he waited for her to answer.

"Nothing bad will happen." she said, quietly. He searched for her hand in the dark, and held it tightly.

"Nothing bad will happen." he echoed. He knew that seeing her brother out there in that forest had terrified her. She woke up with a scream on her lips, in tears. Her world had been painted afresh in shades of terror. But she persevered. He knew that in doing this thing, she was fighting back. How could he not support that? "You're an incredibly brave woman, Aquila." he whispered.

"I'm not. I'm scared all the time." Her voice sounded weak and small.

"You can't be brave if you're not scared. You just overcome it every day." He felt her hand move from his, and then she was leaning against him again.

"I love you Oliver Wood." He kissed the top of her head.

"I love you too Aquila Virgo Valentine." His arms went around her and held her close. "So you're going back to Hogwarts."

"I'm going back."