Disclaimer: Nope.. don't own Harry potter or anything in Harry Potter. I'm just using some characters and places for this.. I wouldn't call it stealing.. just barrowing. Heh. Yah that's it. At least I'm nice enough to say that I don't own it.

Summary: Three years after he gets out of Hogwarts, Oliver Wood is living large. His life long dream to be keeper on a professional quiditch team has come true. He owns his own flat and lives by himself on the outskirts of London. What will become of his life when his life long dream ends short, after a career ending injury has him benched for the rest of his life. How will he cope with his injuries and what will become of his life? It's during Harry's sixth year and a lot of people make appearances. If you haven't read OOTP then you might not want to read it. Sorry I wish I could be better at summaries, but please read and review. I love tips and critiquing is good too! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!

Author's notehmmm.. I've had this idea for about two weeks now and I think it's really going to be good.

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This chapter is basically leading up and telling you about everything.. if you want to call it a prologue go right ahead..

Chapter 1: It's All downhill from here

Oliver Wood woke up in the Artifact Accidents division at St. Mungo's hospital for magical maladies and injuries. He had been there for two weeks, ever since he took two bludgers to the head and arm, in his first appearance as the starting keeper for Puddlemore United.

The healers managed to make sure there was no long term brain damage, re-growing the bones in both of his arms, but told him what he feared most, that he would never again be able to play quiditch.

Oliver became hysterical at this, but who could blame him? He'd spent all 20 years of his life training hard to play professional quiditch when he left Hogwarts. Now he had no idea what to do with his life.

He had basically blown off his final year at Hogwarts, his most important year. He barely scraped one outstanding on his NEWTS, let alone two exceeds expectations, one acceptable, and two poors, in potions and defense against the dark arts.

On top of thinking of all the unfortunate news he had received, he had not one visitor since he'd arrived at the hospital two weeks prior. Feeling pity for himself he did not eat, drink, or sleep causing the healers to become concerned for his mental health.

After a few days of this irrational behavior of sleep deprivation and not eating or drinking, the healers decided to give him a sleeping potion and then performed charms so that he would eat and drink.

When he woke up, he was irritated and asked if he could be released. The healers had no choice so they let him go.

Oliver went back to the flat he'd bought himself with his first paycheck he received after leaving Hogwarts. Uninhabited for a few months there was dust all over, and something in a cupboard he assumed was a Bogart.

He set his suitcase down and walked into the kitchen to see a pile full of letters and packages on his kitchen table. He pulled out a seat and sat down, staring at all the letters and packages.

He looked in awe and wondered how they all got there. After a while of just staring he decided to start opening them. He had nearly 200 get well soon cards, chocolate frogs galore, a post card from his mum and dad who were vacationing in America for two months, and a letter from Hogwarts.

"Hogwarts?" he asked himself aloud. He took no time pondering about what the letter was about, and instead decided to open it.

Mr. Oliver Wood,

I'm sorry to hear about your accident, and am hoping your recovery is going quickly and smoothly. I'm aware that you might be having some trouble finding a job, and thought I might be able to help you get back onto your feet. I'm not sure whether you are aware, but Madam Hooch, has retired at the end of this past term. We have been looking for a person qualified for the job, and I can think of none better then you. I know you have no wishes to become a professor, but saying as it has to do with teaching first years how to fly and refereeing house quiditch matches you should be the first I ask. It is only a part time job, and I do say you should look for another job as well. If you want the position it is yours. I await an owl no later then the 31st of July.

Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School
of witchcraft and wizardry

Oliver set the letter down, and took his wand out from his robes. He used a simple summoning charm to summon a piece of parchment, ink, and a quill. He wrote a response rapidly. "Noel" he called.

From somewhere within the house a snowy white owl swooped in and perched herself near a cupboard above Oliver's head. "Noel, how have you been?" he asked.

He hadn't seen her since a day or two before the quiditch game, his last quiditch game. Noel swooped down onto the table and Oliver rubbed her back gently.

After awhile he stopped petting her and attached the letter to her. "This needs to go to Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, okay Noel?" he asked the owl.

She cooed loudly and went out through the kitchen window that had apparently been open since the last time he'd been to his flat.

After Noel was far out of site, Oliver sat back in his chair and sighed loudly. He tilted his head back, and just sat there staring at the ceiling for awhile.

When he heard a noise coming from his cupboard in the hall leading to his kitchen he decided he should go get rid of the Bogart.

He stood up and walked the short distance to where his cupboard was. Wand ready he opened the cupboard to see none other then a bludger coming straight at him. "Riddickalus," Oliver shouted, but nothing came out of the tip of his wand.

Getting scared he ducked as the bludger came flying at him. As the bludger came back towards him he decided to give it one more try. "RIDDICKULUS," he shouted once again, and this time orange sparks shot out of the tip of his wand.

When the orange sparks hit the Bogart, it immediately disappeared leaving nothing, but smoke in place of where the bludger (Bogart) once was.

He remembered learning this spell in his third year at Hogwarts. He was the last to learn it, and was not very good at Defense against the dark arts at all.

"A good start to a new beginning."

Suddenly a small smile appeared on his face as he thought about how he would be going back to Hogwarts, and teaching the first years how to fly and refereeing the house quiditch games.