A/N: Hey, guys! This is my first fanfiction posted on here, so please tell me what you think! I'm pretty nervous about this tiny little one - shot. I personally like it, but I don't know if it's possible for anyone else to. Please tell me honestly what you think through a review!
I suggest that you read this in your head. It sounds better/more dramatic that way.
Summary: Katie Bell falls during the final battle, but this time Oliver Wood's keeper instincts fail to catch the ball.
She was falling.
Her eyes opened to a fullness, coming out of their narrowed glare.
She was falling.
Her back arched, and she tilted her head back, displaying her slender neck.
She was falling.
Her arms were thrown out wildly, but with a sort of warped grace.
She was falling.
It was like some sort of terrible, horrific, twisted beauty.
She was falling.
It seemed to go in slow motion, the seconds drawn out, as if to increase the pain, as if it couldn't be any worse.
She was falling.
It was harsh reality.
She was falling.
And this time, he couldn't catch her.