A/N: Heyyy Ya'll! Okay I will stop. Sorry I haven't written in a while. I have been very, Very, VERY busy with moving and getting use to The place I have to call home. I guess I could say I was stuck. I didn't know what to write next.. I have, what's called, Writer's Block. Well, Not anymore since I know what to write next. Sorry again for not writing. I know you guys have been waiting and Thank you! Thank you for your patience!
I have another story I'm working on. But I will wait 'till this story is Completed before I post The other story. It is a Harry Potter Reality kinda thing. It has Hogwarts and The story line of the Harry Potter MOVIES. But.. It's different. It's hard to explain. This story is kind of a Riddle to figure out.
Now let's get to the story!
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Sunlight was peeking through the corners of my eyes. What happened? The only thing I remember was that I was at a Quidditch game and.. I fell of my broom. I mean.. I remember the visions but.. Everything else was kind of blurry. The first thing I heard was footsteps. More stomping then 'Light as a feather' footsteps. Next was a loud screeching noise, like an owl who is raging or a wheel of a wooden cart.
"She's waking! Dear, are you alright! You had such a bad fall after the Quidditch accident!" The Matron, Madam Pomfrey screeched.
I slowly open my eyes, watching the Matron bustle around the Hospital Wing. "I'm Okay Madam-" I cough, surprised by my rough sounding voice. Madam Pomfrey accio's a cup of water, handing me it straight away. I greedily drink the cup of cold goodness. "Thank you Madam Pomfrey. My voice sounds a lot better. Did I break anything?" I ask, looking down at my small framed body. I sigh in relief when I see that I can move everything.
"Heavenly No! The Brave Headmaster, Dumbledore saved you from the fall. If you even touched a blade of grass at the speed you were going, you might as well be dead!" I roll my eyes at Ms. Pomfrey. Sometimes She can be dramatic. "Did anyone else get hurt?" I feel like I'm interrogating her, like honestly!
" Yes Y/n.." She sighs, giving me a little scoop of medicine. I shoot it down my throat. EW! It's tastes like an old man's pee! Hopefully Dumbledore didn't have too much to drink! "Who?" I question again. "Dear Child, you question a lot! It's The Captain.. Oliver."
"It's The Captain.. Oliver."
My heart stops beating, my face going pale. "W-What.." I whisper frantically looking around. "Y/n are you sick? Should I give you a bit more medicine?" I felt like I couldn't breathe.. Is he okay? "Madam, Where is He?" I whisper again, looking up at Poppy Pomfrey's eyes. She could see that I was desperate. She could see the Panic and Sadness in my e/c eyes.
"Over in the right corner. He hasn't woken up dear. He's been in bed for hours. I warn you, he isn't in the best shape." She tells me, running off. I slowly move the scratchy bed sheets. I could see why children don't like The Hospital Wing. They should make it more comfortable.
I cringe at the sound of my bones popping. I only have been in bed for like 4 hours but still. I slowly get up, looking around. Right in the right corner was a bit of brown hair. Oliver! I move my legs to the side of the bed, getting up slowly. I start to move towards his bed, nervous to see what shape He was in. Please Merlin, Let him be okay. Let him be in better shape than I am.
I got closer to the side of the white bed, sitting on on the white chair. My face paled a little bit. He wasn't in better shape than I am, but better than I expected. He had a scratch on his face, that was a bit deep, His brown hair was sandy and messy, but His body was the worse. I slowly moved the blankets, hoping to not wake him.
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Oliver Wood x Reader
FanfictionY/n starts 1st year at Hogwarts just like the famous Harry Potter. She has been always been interested in Quidditch but she learned that first years could not try. She was upset but happy she could practice more. One day, She bumps into a Gryffindo...