DICLAIMER:  Okay, so originally, this was Ginny's, but anyways…I obviously do not own Harry Potter, because if I did, I would write Oliver Wood into each book, just so that Sean Biggerstaff would be in each movie ;)

I'll Win For You

Oliver Wood was eight years old, sitting in the living room of his house.  His older sister, Charlotte, a Third-Year at Hogwarts, was babysitting him.  She was tall and thin with long sandy-brown hair, and blue eyes.  His parents were both working over-time at the Ministry.  "Let's go to the park, I feel like flying!" Charlotte announced, they lived in an all-magic town, and allowed flying in the town's central park.

"Can I have a turn on your broom?" Oliver asked eagerly.

"Maybe.  We've got to win the House championship this year."  Charlotte was a Chaser for the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team.  "I've got some moves I want to practise."  Young Oliver smiled, his parents rarely let him fly, but sometimes, Charlotte would let him use her broom, and one time, they borrowed a neighbour's broom, and she taught him how to block the Quaffle.  Of course, it was more for her benefit than his, but he proved to be a natural Keeper.

He watched his older sister spin and dive.  She flew low to the ground to meet up with Oliver, "Hey, I'm going to see if Riley is home, want to fly with over there with me?"

Oliver clambered onto the broom behind his sister, and held onto her waist.  She sped forward, and rose to the second story of a familiar house.  She knocked on the window.  Riley, a blonde Fifth-Year, the Captain and Keeper of the team stood up from a miniature stadium.  "Hi!" she greeted cheerily.

"Can you come out and practise?" Charlotte asked hopefully.

"Sure, let me get my broom.  My parents got me a brand new Comet 260 for my birthday!" Riley exclaimed.

"Awesome, newest broom, you know," Charlotte said to her younger brother.  Oliver nodded.  Riley returned with her new broom and a Quaffle, she had got a set of Quidditch balls as a present for her Captaincy.

Oliver was, once again, sitting on the ground, watching the other people fly.  He got bored with them and began pulling up the grass, which was magically charmed to re-grow once it was gone.  It didn't take him long to get bored with that.  He stood up and began walking from one end of the park to the other for no reason.  A sudden noise made him turn.  Five men in black robes were down at the opposite end of the pitch.  Dark Lord supporters.  Though You-Know-Who was four years gone, occasionally, his supporters would get together, those more reluctant to accept his disappearance.  The attacks were so few by now that many believed that they would end by the end of the year.  The little boy ran as fast as his little legs would take him, and took refuge in a bush not too far outside of the park.  He watched them aim their wands high into the air, and shoot down the flyers.  He saw a figure that was unmistakably his older sister plummet to the ground.  She was in sparkling Purple robes, that seemed to lose their shine as she came closer to the ground, and seemed dull by the time her limp, most likely dead body hit the ground.  He closed his eyes against the green and assorted coloured lights, until finally, it ended.  Aurors apparated, and the five disappeared at the sounds of the pops.  Shakily, he came out of the bush, with leaves in his short hair.  His eyes still trained on the figure in dull purple robes, he avoided the burning trees, fires being put out by Aurors.  He kneeled down to his sister, and felt for a pulse, and felt nothing.  He laid his head down on her chest, hoping to hear breath, but hearing only silence.  "Charlotte?" he asked weakly.  A single tear escaped from his crystalline blue eyes.

"I'll win for you," he said determinedly, "I'll win for you."