Harry loved quidditch. He loved flying. He loved the feeling of the wind through his hair, the nothingness beneath his feet. But most of all he loved spending time with the team especially Oliver Wood. He hoped that Olive could see how he felt, but he knew that it was a useless. All Oliver cared about was quidditch, quidditch, and quidditch. He sighed and stepped on the field for practice.
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Harry Potter Headcannons
FanfictionThese are just different headcannons I've written for whatever reason. I do not own any characters. If you want share PLEASE ASK ME FIRST!!!!!!!!! Each chapter is a different ship. The "General" chapter is a scene with only one character. If you h...
