Harry Potter short story's

Quidditch luck

Harry woke up in a hospital bed.

He looked around, a little confused.

The last thing he remembered was that he had suddenly been floating in mid air, but he didn't really remember how he had fallen.

Then Harry saw madam Pomfrey coming out of her office and she walked towards his bed.

'Hi dear, I see you have waken up. How are you feeling?' She asked.

Now that he though about it, Harry actually didn't really feel very well. 'Well, this side of my face', he pointed at the left side, 'feels very swollen and my leg feels numb. How did I fall of my broom?'

'A bludger hit your leg, and it broke. When you fell of your broom, one of the Slytherin Beaters accidentally hit your head with his bat, so your eye is all blue. But I fixed everything, so you stay here for another night and then you can go back to your common room.' Madam Pomfrey answered.

This may seemed like a very painful thing to have happened, but Harry had experienced a lot of worse injuries before, so this was definitely not very bad.

Then he asked another question, even though he was almost sure he already knew the answer. 'And, did we win the match?'

'I'm sorry, but I don't know, dear. Your teammates are waiting outside, and they all seem very excited, so maybe you've won, but I can't be sure.'

Excited? He had fallen of his broom, and you basically can't win a Quidditch game without a seeker, so how could they have possibly won?

'Can I see them, please? I really don't feel that bad! I only have a swollen face, but I feel alright, really!' That was a little lie, but he wanted to see his teammates, and know if they had won or not.

'Oh alright then. But only for 5 minutes!' Madam Pomfrey agreed.

The door opened and his teammates entered the hospital wing. They were all holding chocolate frogs and other sweets.

'Only 5 minutes!' Madam Pomfrey repeated, but Harry wasn't sure if they had heard her.

'Harry! We won!' Ron almost screamed.

'Yes, you were amazing!' Ginny said.

All of his teammates looked so excited, and Harry laughed, but he didn't understand, 'What do you mean? I fell of my broom, how did we still win?'

'Well... when you fell, the Snitch was just beneath you and as you fell you accidentally grabbed your hand around it, so you caught it!' Ron smiled.

Ron looked so proud, and Harry grinned. That had been a very lucky catch, his broken leg and numb face were all worth it.

'What happened next?' Harry wondered.

This time, Katie started explaining.

When she was done, sometimes interrupted by Ginny or Ron, Harry knew everything in detail.

Then Madam Pomfrey hurried towards them again. 'The boy needs rest! You've had 10 minutes already, leave!'

But even though he was left alone again, Harry felt a lot better. He didn't remember being so happy while laying in the hospital wing before.