A/N: Hiya! This is a one-shot on Oliver's first quidditch match. I got the idea when I was re-watching Harry Potter 1 (Don't worry, I've read the books^^) and he mentioned that he was knocked out and woke up something like 3 weeks later. So I hope you sit back and enjoy =) Note: I've created random OC's for this =) I know its short but I just felt like I needed to write something before I go insane! Short but sweet, right?

I stood there, cowardly, as we waited for the signal for us to enter the quidditch pitch. As I looked to my left I noticed Fred and George staring blankly ahead and not being their generally, bubbly selves. To my right, Miranda Jenkins was shaking, clearly worried herself. I couldn't blame any of them, it was my first game too. I had the wonderful task of being the keeper, and, don't get me wrong, I was excited, but I was scared.

We were given the signal and we mounted our brooms. Soon, we were flying all over the sky and points were given fairly to the given team. I hid below the goals to surprise a slytherin attempting to score.

I noticed Robbie coming in from the side, ready to make his move… I shot up and grabbed the quaffle, throwing it to Miranda. She moved swiftly and landed the ball perfectly through the hoop and into Gryfindor, John Smith's hands.

The crowd went wild and I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned my head, still grinning, and scanned the players.

'Must be my imagination,' I told myself, sternly.

"OI!" I heard someone call from behind, "OLIVER MOVE!"

I turned back as a bludger collided with my head and I tumbled, falling into a deep sleep…

!

I woke up and raised my hand to my paining forehead. I opened my eyes, blur blocking clear vision. I saw a few heads surrounding me and I attempted to speak, however, nothing came out.

"He's awake!" someone, sounding quite like my little sister, called.

"Oliver! Are you okay, sweetie?" Mum rushed out. I felt her small hands grab hold of mine and squeeze.

"Give him space!"

I couldn't remember anything. Only how terrified I had been then having a nice long rest.

"Oliver, can you speak?" Madam Pomfrey sounded quite irritable but she was making an effort.

I opened my mouth and croaked, "I'll be fine. What happened?"

"You were hit by a bludger, dear, three weeks ago."

The blurriness subsided and I blinked, noticing my whole family surrounding me.

"Thanks for taking care of me," I smiled weakly as the doors burst open.

Professor McGonagall stormed over to the bed, still wearing her usual, emerald green robes, "Ah," she spoke in her cat-like voice, "Mr Wood, your team captain was wondering if you would like to resume quiddich."

I stared in shock, "Yes! A little bump on the head is not going to stop me from doing what I love!"

"Are you sure?"

I smiled fully this time, "Yes, professor, yes I am!"

Hehe, I enjoyed writing that, even if it is a little weird! Sorry! I still hope you enjoyed! But if there is anything at all that is wrong with it, please tell me and I'll fix it! Thanks!