If you're just starting to read this, welcome. I've rewritten most of the chapters, so if you've been reading since the very first post those few years ago, feel free to look back over what I've done. ;)
Little Things takes place in Harry's third year. I've changed some ages only slightly, and hopefully you'll go along with me on that. I'm sure you'll catch where there are slight differences. Just let them go…I did it on purpose.
Disclaimer: All characters and places mentioned forthwith are the property of J. K. Rowling.
Major thanks to Elissa! She told me to post this, so I did. Thank you! (She is an author as well, penname Elbereth, and is listed under my favorite authors. Her Bell/Wood fic is really good. I suggest you read it!)
Katie Bell opened her eyes reluctantly. It wasn't like she'd be able to get back to sleep, however much she wanted to; the bright sun was streaming through the curtains of her four-poster bed. She rolled over and pulled the scarlet and gold comforter over her head, willing herself back to slumber. Unfortunately, her roommate had heard her movement and pulled back the curtains, letting light blind her friend.
"C'mon, Katie!" Angelina Johnson said as she tugged the sheets down. "Wood wants us on the field in half an hour!"
Katie groaned and glared up at her dark-skinned roommate. "Since when do we have practice at -" she glanced at the watch on the table beside her bed, "- eight o'clock in the morning?"
"Since the oh so kind captain found out that we play Slytherin first this season." Angelina pulled her friend up. "Wood already woke the Weasleys and he is currently trying to break down Harry's door. He wants us - well, me, seeing as how you're still asleep - to go get Alicia."
Katie sighed. "It's Saturday! Couldn't he have given us a break for once?"
"If he did that, he just wouldn't be Wood!" Angelina laughed. "Now get up. It won't be that bad! Besides, it's a beautiful day!"
"All right, all right," the other girl mumbled.
The black girl smiled. "Good. Now, I'm off to wake another soon-to-be-grumpy chaser." With that, she turned and headed for the fourth year girls dormitory.
"You're too cheerful for your own good, Ange!" Katie called after her as she stood. The distant beating on the third year boys' dorm ceased. Poor Harry, Katie thought with a laugh. In the distance, she could hear Angelina talking to Alicia.
Shaking her head, she pulled on her clothing. Moments later, Oliver Wood himself stepped into the room. Another of the girls to Katie's right shrieked and pulled her bed curtains closed. The captain jumped at the sudden noise.
Choosing to ignore the girl's angered cursing, he said, "C'mon, Bell! There's a full agenda for today. Get a move on!"
"Out!" Katie commanded, pointing at the door. "I'll be ready when I'm ready!"
"Fine, fine…" Wood held up his hands and turned around. "But hurry!"
Katie threw her shoe his way and put her back to him. He ducked from the room, getting the message. Laughing to herself, the chaser turned to the mirror over her dresser. Her brownish-blond hair fell in tangled masses down below her shoulder blades, framing her light blue eyes. She used her brush to pull her long hair into a ponytail, a smile tugging at her lips as she thought of the Quidditch-obsessed keeper.
She and Oliver had grown up together in a small wizarding community in Scotland. Only having moved there when she was five, she didn't have an accent like Oliver, although she could fake one when she wanted, usually using her skill to mimic the boy himself. Oliver, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the effect his Scottish appearance and speech had on the surrounding girls.
Katie was the same age as her handsome friend, and they were both equally good at Quidditch, a sport they had taught each other to play. Both had landed in the same Hogwarts house, both as well being on the house team. It was quite fun being such wonderful friends with the boy nearly every girl had their eye on, however annoying he could sometimes be.
"Katie!" Angelina poked her head inside the door. "Let's get going! If we don't get downstairs now, Wood is going to make us skip breakfast!"
"I'm coming." To prove her point, Katie picked up the shoe still beside her bed.
"Okay, good." Flashing her fellow chaser a smile, Angelina left.
Katie tied her shoe and walked to the door to get the other. When she went to the place it should have landed, it was no where to be found. Furious, she realized what must have happened to it. She grabbed her broom stormed from the room.
"Oliver Wood!" she bellowed from the landing. "Come here!" She didn't bother keeping her voice down; everyone else would be waking up soon anyway.
Oliver came up the girls' stairs and stopped before her, his broom in hand as he held it away from his body in a classic pose. "Did you want something?" he asked mischievously.
"You took my shoe!" Katie accused, "Of all things, you took my shoe!"
"What?" Oliver smiled slyly. "Oh! You mean this shoe?" He pulled a black Quidditch shoe from his robes.
It was all Katie could do to keep from laughing. "Yes, that shoe. Now can I please have it back?"
"Nope." The captain smiled brightly at his chaser's reaction and stuffed it back into his pocket. "I have another idea."
"And what would that be?" Oliver didn't reply. Instead he put his broom into her hand and scooped her into his arms. "What in the world are you doing, Wood?"
"Taking you to the Quidditch pitch, since you are one shoe short and I don't want you to step on something and hurt yourself." He gave her the answer as though it were the most obvious thing.
"But you have my shoe!" She waved the two brooms in the air, exasperated. "You little sneak! You're doing this on purpose!"
Oliver ignored her and continued down the stairs and out of the common room. The rest of the team followed them, clearly amused. Sighing in frustration, Katie threw the brooms at one of the twins. He caught them and handed one to his brother, laughing.
"Don't hurt her, Wood!" Fred warned.
"Yeah, she bites when provoked!" George added.
The chaser stopped struggling and sighed again. "This is a very odd form of revenge, isn't it?" she asked.
"Revenge for what?" Oliver asked innocently.
"For throwing the shoe at you to begin with!" Wood just smiled. The two of them always picked on each other, knowing the other friend wouldn't mind. But this was something quite new to Katie. She would have to get him back for embarrassing her so much.
After a few minutes, the group reached the Quidditch pitch. Oliver set Katie's feet on the ground and turned to the rest of the team.
"Okay!" he began, quickly switching to captain mode, "I have a new play to work on today. If we can perfect it, Slytherin won't have a chance at beating us. Everyone in the air!" He grabbed his broom from Fred. George offered Katie her own. She mounted and soared off, still missing a shoe, to join Alicia and Angelina. Wood had already begun barking out directions.
The next four and a half hours passed fairly quickly. Wood was relentless during the practice, and by the end nearly everyone was annoyed with him. It was Alicia who finally convinced him to let them all go back inside for lunch by saying that she'd fall off her broom and break an arm if she didn't get food soon.
Twelve feet happily touched down and the riders ran off to the locker rooms. Katie glanced over her shoulder. Wood was still circling the goal posts, ducking through them every now and then.
She laughed and pulled out her wand. Why don't I give him something to do? she thought to herself as she threw the Quaffle into the air. After muttering a spell under her breath, she watched as the red ball zoomed into the air and strait for the goals.
"Hey, Wood!" she called up to him, "Watch out!"
He looked at her before his eyes caught sight of the Quaffle. He smiled and returned to his post. "Thanks!" he called down to her.
"It won't stop until you land!" Katie pointed out. "Put it up for me when you're done!"
Wood nodded as he caught the ball and threw it away, taking great pleasure in the fact that it came right back to him.
Katie shook her head. He's insane… she raised her eyebrows, walking into the locker rooms without a backward glance. Angelina was just leaving, Alicia behind her.
"We're both famished," the black girl explained. "We didn't want to take the time to shower."
Alicia nodded and grabbed Angelina's hand to pull her from the room.
Harry laughed at them. "They ran in here and changed faster than Fred and George could set off a firework."
"Did I hear my name?" George appeared from the boys' showers. He had scrubbed his face and changed into clean clothes.
"I don't know, but I know I heard mine!" Fred came up behind him. "Does someone need a firework?"
"To put in Filch's office perhaps?" the other twin added.
"No," Katie said, shaking her head in amusement. "No fireworks."
"What a shame," Fred retorted sullenly, mocking disappointment.
"Yes." George walked over to his locker and opened it, throwing his wet towel inside. "We just bought some before school started..." The twins left, tugging Harry with them as they told him about one of their newest schemes.
Katie took in the solitude and sank onto a bench beside her locker. She had been waiting for everyone to clear out and she finally heard nothing but quiet. She stood again and grabbed a scarlet towel from her locker.
She walked over to the girls' showers and hung the towel on a bar just outside one of the stalls, placing her clean clothes on a wooden bench beneath it. Using her wand, she turned on the water as she stripped off the sweaty Quidditch robes. She left them in a heap on the floor, her wand falling on top. Breathing a contented sigh, she stepped into the warm water and watched as dirt fell from her body in little rivulets.
Wood came inside soon after. He had tired himself out and now all he wanted to do was sit. He threw the Quaffle into the open closet and shut the door. Suddenly, a soft singing could be heard from the girls' showers over the running water. Oliver looked around. The only sign of anyone having been there was an open locker with a broom leaning off to the side, clothing scattered over the bench. Katie's things.
His brow furrowed as he listened. He didn't know she could sing. He couldn't hear exact words, but the rhythm seemed jazzy. Knowing she'd be embarrassed if she knew he had heard her, he called out to the showers.
"Katie?" The singing stopped. "Are you still here?"
"Yeah," she answered a bit too quickly.
"I thought you would have gone back up to the castle," Wood said innocently, pretending he hadn't heard a thing.
"I'm not that hungry," she said truthfully. "I seem to have lost my appetite lately."
"I've noticed," he called back to her. What a stupid thing to say! he scolded himself. Now it sounded like he had been watching her! He slapped his forehead.
"What are you doing?" Wood looked up to see Katie standing in front of him, fully clothed, her long hair dripping into her face and down her back.
"Nothing," he stuttered, startled when he dropped quite suddenly to the bench.
Katie smiled. "Go shower and change," she said. "I'll wait for you so we can go get lunch together."
"Okay." He grabbed some clothes from his locker and headed for the boys showers. "I won't be long."
She waved a hand at him. "I don't mind; take your time." He smiled and walked into the tiled room and out of sight.
Once she couldn't see him, Katie walked over to where he had dropped his dirty robes and picked them up, searching the pockets until she found her shoe. She was about to drop the robes back to the floor when she noticed something further inside the pocket. It was a slightly tarnished silver locket. She recognized it as the one she had given him on the night of his eighth birthday…which was also the night his grandmother died.
"Here," seven-year-old Katie had said, "My grandmother gave this to me before she died when I was five. She said she put a charm on it to protect me from great sadness and uneasiness. It seems as though you need it more than I do right now. You can keep it."
Katie's brow furrowed as she studied the silver trinket. He had kept it, she thought. She undid the clasp and opened it. Inside, two little faces beamed up at her, content to stay still under the weight of the others' arm. Ten year old Oliver and Katie. On the other side was a picture taken of Katie the summer before, when they had gone to Greece. She was sitting on the pearly white beach, digging her feet in the sand as she looked at the water, purposely avoiding looking at the viewer; she hadn't wanted her picture taken in the first place. Katie smiled at the memory. When the locket had been in her possession she didn't keep pictures inside, instead taking comfort in its presence around her neck. But why did Wood have pictures of her in it?
In the distance, she heard the water stop running in the shower. She hurriedly took her shoe and put the locket back in the pocket of Oliver's robes. She used her wand to gather her things and shove it all into her locker. Soon after, Wood appeared. He was dressed comfortably in loose fitting beige pants and a soft black shirt, hair dark and dripping from the water.
"Ready for lunch?" he asked as he used the towel to dry his hair a bit.
"Sure," Katie said. She watched as Wood stooped down to his robes, still in a heap on the floor, and took something from one of the pockets and slipped it into the pocket on his pants before dropping the scarlet robes on the bench beside his locker.
Oliver walked over to her and linked his arm through hers. "Good, because I'm starving." He half dragged her from the locker room and the two stumbled up the steep hill back toward the castle.
The first few moments passed in comfortable silence before being broken by Katie's quiet voice. "Oliver, can I ask you something?" she asked, wondering too late if she should actually continue with her question. She laid her head on his shoulder. Her damp hair touched Wood's neck, sending a chill up his spine.
"Anything, Katie." He looked down at her, a large smile on his face before he looked forward again. He removed the arm from her elbow and slid it around her waist. It was nice to have such a good friend.
"Why do you still have my locket?" Curiosity had gotten the best of her.
The sudden inquiry took Oliver by surprise. "It..." His face reddened as he stuttered over his words. "It's kinda like...kinda like my good luck charm." His cheeks had turned a pretty shade of pink and he turned his eyes to the ground.
Katie laughed. "I thought you'd have lost it a long time ago."
"Lose it?" He shook his head. "It was one of the most thoughtful gifts you - or anyone else for that matter - has ever given me. It means a lot to me." He relaxed a bit with his next question. "How did you know I still had it?"
"I saw it when I got my shoe back."
"Ah yes." Oliver smiled widely, mirth lining his voice. "The shoe."
By this time, they had reached the Great Hall. Many of the students had already left, only a few still talking. Even though, food still covered the large house tables. The two friends sat near the end of Gryffindor table, seeing the rest of the team had gone back to their own business. Oliver instantly began filling his plate, but Katie just stared at the food with an odd look on her face.
"What's wrong, Bell?" He placed a hand on her arm, concerned at the change.
"I'm not very hungry." She looked at him. For the first time, Oliver noticed how pale she was.
"You look sick." He reached up to feel her cheek. "And you feel warm. Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey."
"No, I'm fine." Katie covered Oliver's hand with her own, gently bringing it away from her face.
"No, you're not." He gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "When was the last time you've eaten?"
Katie thought for a moment. "Breakfast yesterday."
"And you're not hungry at all?" Oliver asked, concerned.
She shook her head and looked away.
"Well, here." He handed her a roll. "Eat this. Then I'm going to take you to your dorm room so you can sleep."
Katie obeyed and bit into the bread. She watched as Oliver ate what was on his plate. After a few minutes he had finished.
"Come on, then." He stood and grabbed Katie's arm to help her stand. She had to lean on him to keep her legs from buckling. She hadn't felt like this earlier. What is wrong with me? she asked herself as black spots flew across her vision.
"Oliver," she breathed, blinking rapidly to make the spinning room come back into focus. "I think I am sick…"
She fell to the stone floor as her legs gave way.