Hey guys, this is the sequel to my story Katie:English Bell, but it stands alone as well. Hopefully there will be some humor later in the story, but it's definately more serious than the first one. Anyways, enjoy!
Summary: Katie Bell has lost everything to the Death Eaters, including her promising Quidditch career. After the death of Oliver's parents, sister and brother-in-law, the two become the legal guardians of Oliver's young niece. But when Katie is offered a unique job from the Order of the Phoenix, she becomes more and more entwined with the war against Voldemort. Can she get out alive? Or will she die in the process?
I sighed as Leanne and I climbed off the Hogwarts Express for the last time. It had been quite a year. I had spent a long time at St. Mungos after what Leanne and I had dubbed the 'Necklace Incident'. Then there was the whole Death Eaters in Hogwarts and Dumbledore's death at the end of the year. But even with all the bad happening in the world, I was glad to be going home.
Spotting a group of old friends I turned to smile at my companion, Leanne Smith. Her bright blue eyes twinkled back at me. She had stylish sunglasses set on top of her head and surrounded by perfectly straight jet black hair. She was a little taller than me and was the height of every boy's dreams. Her mahogany wand was in her left hand and her trunk floated lazily behind her.
"Ready to go, Katie?" She asked, a smile spreading across her face as I barely managed to keep from tripping and then quickly ducked to avoid being hit in the head by my own trunk.
"I suppose," I replied with as much dignity as I could muster, which was quite a lot due to the fact that I was used to such klutzy moments. I glanced once back at the train before following her over to our friends while she laughed at me.
"Kat!" My longtime boyfriend, the stunningly handsome Puddlemere United Keeper, Oliver Wood bellowed right before he caught me up in a long and pleasant kiss.
When he finally let go of me I got a quick glimpse of him before I was being kissed again. His wavy brown hair was slightly longer than the last time I had seen him and was slightly in his hazel eyes, but it only managed to make him even more irresistible. He was about six foot six and generally towered above my height of five foot five. But it wasn't like I cared that he was taller, I didn't even care that he was several years older than me.
"Hi Ollie," I laughed as he released me the second time. No sooner had he let go than I was mobbed by three girls.
Alicia Spinnet, the most energetic of the three, was a brown haired beauty. Her eyes varied in color from honey brown to the color of dark chocolate if she had been crying. She was my height and we would trade clothes so much that neither of us remembered which outfits had originally belonged to which person. She was a year older than me; a fact that neither of us ever remembered.
The second girl, Angelina Johnson, was also a year older. Her skin was a beautiful silky brown and her black eyes had a sort of fire behind them. She was built like the Quidditch Player she was (strong arms, athletic body) and she towered over Alicia and I by a good three inches. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail like always and her face wore an excited smile, but her eyes held a hint of concern.
The final girl was a good bit younger than I was. She was Oliver's niece, Allison McKnight and I had known her since she was born. She was going to be starting Hogwarts next year and Oliver was watching her for a couple of weeks until her parents finished their business with the Order of the Phoenix. Her wavy chestnut hair and innocent hazel eyes hid her mischievous streak. Personally, I thought she would have been an angel child if she hadn't spent so much time with Fred, George, Lee and I. We tend to be a bad influence on anyone who spends too much time with us.
"Hey girls?" I exclaimed, starting to worry about my lack of air. "Is it a problem if I can't breathe?"
"Sorry Kate!" Alicia grinned as the three let go. "We were just too excited to see you to worry about your health!"
"Last time you saw me that was all you worried about," I muttered, massaging my ribs. "Right now I'm just worried about my ribs."
The girls smiled apologetically as I looked around for the other three boys. All of a sudden there was a loud explosion behind me and I whirled around with my wand out to meet it. The sight that met my eyes was not a pretty one. And no, I'm not saying Death Eaters swarmed the platform. Instead, I turned to see Fred and George Weasley emerge from a cloud of smoke atop the Hogwarts Express. And yes, I'm saying they're not a pretty sight.
Needless to say the whole platform was staring at them; some in fear that they were Death Eaters, others in eager anticipation of the upcoming show that would accompany the two.
"Ladies and Gentleman," Fred started.
"Boys and girls," George continued.
"Oh, and our dear friend Katie Bell. I'm afraid you don't fit into any category, but you can listen too."
"I'm going to kill those two," I muttered darkly to Oliver. "I suppose Lee is with them."
Oliver nodded as George continued, "Hard times are upon us and laughter is dear."
People in the crowd nodded agreement as Fred took up his brother's narrative, "But with a little help from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes you can keep your family and friends' spirits up."
"Located in Diagon Alley. We carry everything you need for a good laugh."
"From fake wands," Fred brandished his wand which turned into a chicken.
"To a kit to dye your sister's skin green," George added. "Sorry about that Ginny. All in the name of science you know!"
"So remember: at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, a laugh is worth a million words."
"And usually a few pictures; good for blackmail you know!"
And with that, the pair disappeared in another explosion and more smoke. I stood staring at the place where the twins had been standing as the platform broke into wild applause.
"So, Katie and Leanne," Fred said suddenly from behind me, causing me to jump. "Did you enjoy our little show?"
"Fred and George Weasley," I growled, causing the pale twins to blanch. "That was a low-down, dirty, rotten thing to say."
"Katie—," George started, but I cut him off by holding my hand up.
"Way to go," I finished as identical smiles spread across the red-heads' faces.
As I hugged Fred I whispered into his ear, "You do realize I'll have to get you back for this, right?"
"Naturally my dear Miss Bell," Fred replied. "We shall be looking forward to it."
Then Lee Jordan walked up to the group and we all hugged our dread-locked friend and went through all the greetings again.
"Uh Kat," Oliver said suddenly. "We'd better be going. Ali needs to go to bed."
"Uncle Ollie!" Ali made a face. "It isn't even seven yet!"
Oliver looked stern, "So?"
"Ol," I started, winking at Ali. "Not everyone gets up at the crack of dawn to train. Let the poor girl see nightfall for once in her life!"
Oliver sighed, "Fine, but we're still going home. Everyone else can come with us."
The others grinned at the thought of the Wood Estate. The massive grounds in Scotland had been in Oliver's family for generations and Oliver had received it when his father was killed by Death Eaters. His mother had moved in with Ali and her parents, Leslie and Alan McKnight. All three were now working for the Order of the Phoenix.
"Thank Merlin you're moving in, Kat," Ali grinned at me.
I blushed slightly as Oliver squeezed my hand, "We'll get into too much trouble this summer, Ali. It's a good thing Leanne is moving in too."
"Oh yeah," Leanne winked at Ali, blue eyes sparkling. "I'll keep them from scarring you for life."
"Hey!" I said, smacking Leanne's arm lightly as Ali laughed. I glanced back once at the Hogwarts Express as we left the platform. I was moving on to a new phase of my life, whether I was ready or not.
"So Kat," Oliver said after everyone had left, Ali was in bed, and Leanne had locked herself in her room.
"So Ollie," I replied, snuggling down against his chest and looking up at him expectantly.
"Kat, about you living here…"
I raised an eyebrow and looked into his hazel eyes innocently, "Yes Ol?"
"Are you going to make me spell it out?" Oliver laughed.
"No Ol," I stood up, pulling him up with me by the hand. "I know what you're talking about."
"And I take that to mean 'yes'," Oliver grinned wickedly, picking me up and carrying me upstairs bridal style.
"Oh no, Oliver," I rolled my eyes, the sarcasm dripped from my voice as I put my arms around his neck and lay my head against his shoulder. "That was definitely a 'no'."
Oliver laughed softly as he opened the doors to the master suite and closed them behind us. Then he lay me on the bed before climbing over me to lay on my other side.
"Ol," I started, and Oliver put his arm around me, pulling me right up beside him.
"Yes, Kat?" He asked, kissing my temple.
"You're the only one I've ever loved. You know that, right?"
"Yes, Kat, I know," Oliver played with my hair patiently, waiting for me to get to my point.
"And I know I'm the only one who has ever been in your life."
Oliver gazed at me. I was sure he knew where this was going but he knew from experience that he had to let me go at my own pace.
"And, well, Ol, I just don't know," I finally had gotten to my point. "I just don't know if we should ... before we're married."
"Katie," Oliver only used my normal nickname when he was very angry or very serious, "you know I love you and I would wait for you until the end of the world."
"I know, Oliver," I started to reply, but Oliver cut me off with a quick kiss.
"Katherine Ann Bell," Oliver only called me that when he was deadly serious or deadly angry, but we don't like to go into that incident, "I love you and I know you better than anyone else does. And, knowing that, I know that you are ready for this; I know that we're ready for this. I wouldn't push you otherwise."
I smiled. Suddenly, for the first time, I was very shy with this man I had loved for much of my life, "Okay Ol, I trust you. I'm ready."
Oliver's wicked grin came back and he kissed me passionately. He had just started to pull my t-shirt over my head when there was a knock at the door.
"Master Oliver!" the squeaky elf-voice of Twinky the House-Elf, called through the door.
Oliver groaned and threw me an apologetic look before climbing off me, "Yes, Twinky?"
The House-Elf sounded nearly hysterical, "The man in the fireplace from the ministry; he says that Mistress and Master McKnight and Mistress Wood, he says they've been killed!"
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Okay coming up: They deal with the news and you'll hear more about the effects of the 'Necklace Incident'
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