Origins of an Obsession

Characters: Oliver Wood

Rated: K+

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters or the world because if I did my writing would sound a lot more eloquent and I'd probably actually finish something more than a chapter or two long.

Challenge: Disney Character Challenge: Vidia: a fast flying fairy. Write about someone's first flight.


To say Oliver Wood has an obsession with Quidditch would be an understatement, the young man practically lives and breathes the sport but where did that all start? Oliver got his first real broom at five years old, it was an old hand-me-down but still, as a birthday gift from his father who had played Quidditch for his house when he attended Hogwarts. Oliver's muggle mother wasn't very fond of the idea and was terrified out of her mind when her husband decided to teach him how to play.

"Graham, I really don't think this is a good idea. Isn't he a little young for this? What if he falls and gets hurt?" Abigail Wood anxiously asked her husband as he prepared to teach their young son how to fly.

"Nonsense, dear. He'll be fine. Plenty of kids learn how to fly at this age." Graham shook his head before shifting his attention to Oliver. "Son, set the broom down in front of it and raise your right hand over it." He instructed watching Oliver as he did so. "Good now say 'up' the broom should come to you." He smiled as the broom immediately did just that. "Okay now the mount the broom and gently push off the ground so you're hovering a couple of feet."

Oliver nervously did as his father told him the anxious squeals from his mother not reassuring him. As soon as he was off the ground he felt relaxed and confident more than he did on the ground actually. He smiled and flew the broom back and forth across the field.

"See, Abby, there's nothing to worry about. The kid's a natural." Graham reassured his wife chuckling. Oliver getting bored at the low altitude made the broom go higher while his father wasn't pay attention smiling and laughing while continuing to fly all over the field.

"Graham!" Abigail yelled seeing her baby twenty feet in the air flying quickly across the field worrying his mother further. Oliver too happy and excited to notice how anxious he was making his mother continued to fly quicker and faster until he heard his father shout for him to land.

"How do you expect him to do that?! He's going to crash and kill himself!" Abigail shrieked nervously watching her son through her fingers, she had placed her hands over eyes not long after Oliver had started to fly.

Oliver hearing his father made a sharp dive, landing safely on the ground five feet in front of his mother confused about what had her so frightened. "Mum, what's wrong? Why were you screaming?" The five year old asked confused as he stared up at his mother.

Abigail realizing her baby boy was once again safe on the ground hugged him tightly saying, "Don't you ever do that again. You nearly scared me to death."

Oliver nodded his head promising his mother he wouldn't fly again. He would break that same promise two days later when he snuck out while his father was at work and his mother was in the process of making the two of them lunch. He couldn't help it though he had been hooked from the minute he took off. And if he hadn't broken the promise he wouldn't have nearly had as good of an experience at Hogwarts or his very successful career as a professional Keeper.