Harry Potter Character Oneshots

Quidditch Injury (George Weasley)

"We play Slytherin today, and we know how dirty they play" my brother and captain, Oliver Wood, was giving his pep talk. "So, if they play dirty, we will too." Oliver turns to look at me. "Y/n, you are the best chaser we have on this team, do everything you can to stay out of Flint's reach"

"Ay ay Captain Ollie" I said with a cheeky grin and little salute to my brother.

My boyfriend, George Weasley, chuckling at my antics while Oliver rolls his eyes at my playfulness.

"Munch seriously.." Oliver said, I glared at him for using the nickname he gave me when we were kids, he only ever used it when he was trying to embarrass me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Yeah yeah, seriously Ollie I get it. Stay away from the cheating Flint" I chuckle, "You don't have to tell me twice" I smiled at my brother

"Alright guys, let's show Slytherin how to win a quidditch game" Oliver said with a mischievous glint in his eyes

I look over at my team and see them all with the same look of determination as me. I looked at George and Fred and saw the mischief in their eyes and couldn't be more grateful that it's not aimed at me.

We all fly up into the air and take our positions, glaring at the Slytherin team and seeing the look of evil intent in their eyes.

"I want a nice, clean game" we hear Madame Hooch say, I roll my eyes knowing it won't be nice or clean, then the whistle blows and everyone is off. I immediately catch the quaffle and fly through the air, swerving and flipping past every Slytherin trying to get to me as I score the first points of the game past their keeper. I looked towards Flint and smirked before flying off again, giving George a quick wink as he smiled brightly at me.

The game was going rather smoothly for it to be against Slytherin, there were some bumps and bruises but nobody had been seriously injured. Gryffindor was up 100 to 60 thanks to me and Oliver. I was rather pleased with how things were playing out. Flint had the quaffle, and even though Oliver told me to stay away, I flew after him as quick as possible. I slammed my body into him, and grabbed the quaffle flying in the opposite direction. I knew this would bloody piss him off, so I flew as fast as I possibly could, not even looking back. Flint was so angry he grabbed his beater's bat, and hit the bludger in my direction. I didn't see it coming, I wish I had because then, maybe, just maybe, I could have dodged it. All I felt was something slam into the back of my head, and I heard two separate screams before I fell and blacked out.

George's Pov

"She's incredible, isn't she?" I asked Fred as we watched y/n score more points for our team

"Pretty impressive Georgie, my best friend can definitely kick some ass" he laughed

I watched her steal the quaffle from Flint, she was flying as fast as she possibly could, and then I saw the anger. Flint grabbed his beater's bat, I start flying towards him to stop him from whatever his plan was. He smacks the bludger right at her head, and then I hear the crack.

"Y/N!!" I scream as I fly as fast as I can to catch her, I hear Oliver panicking behind me trying to save his sister as well. He never leaves his position but he knew this was bad. We both fly towards her limp body but we aren't fast enough, we watch in horror as her body hits the ground hard. Nobody moves, except me and Oliver. The Slytherin and Gryffindor players stop in their tracks, the whole arena is deadly silent. I make it to the ground and drop my broom, running to my girlfriend's side.

"Y/n - oh Merlin, y/n" I see blood all over the back of her head, when Oliver yells for help. Tears are in both of our eyes as I try to roll her over.

"Munch?!" Oliver yells, "Sis talk to me, please" Oliver is crying now, I've never seen him cry but I don't blame him, because I am too.