Oliver Wood. Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Does anybody know me as anything else? Do I know me as anything else?
Today I'll graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. and I'll be going out into the wizard world. It's kind of upsetting, in a way. I mean, for the past seven years, Hogwarts has been my home, it's students have been my brothers and sisters, it's teachers have been my parents. God, I can remember when I got the damn letter saying that I was accepted. My mum burst into tears and Dad just looked me in the eye and stated that I had better make the Quidditch team my second year.
Quidditch has always been in my family. Mum and Dad were both on the Gryffindor team, she was a chaser, he was a seeker. They brought home the Quidditch cup every year that they were at Hogwarts. My grandfather was on the team too, and probably many people in my family before them. The moment I could stand on my own two feet, my father brought me my first broom and taught me how to fly. Said I belonged in the clouds. Thinking back to my second year, that was definately one of the most profound moments in my whole 17 years of living. I had just made the team as a Keeper and wrote to my father to tell him so. I didn't get an answer back, but at my first game, there he was, cheering in the crowd. When the game had finished he came up to me, and just as he had the prevoius year, he looked me right in the eye.
"Oliver-" He had said. "I am so proud of you." Now, my father had never told me he was proud of me, so I didn't know what to say. I thanked him and left for the showers. I stepped into the showers and seeing that no one was around, I did something I hadn't done since I was a child. I slid down the wall, my knees weak, and cried my heart out as the water pounded down on my bare shoulders.

So, since then, Quidditch has basically been my life. I do nothing but eat, sleep, and drink Quidditch. I spent my evenings creating diversionary tatics in the commen room while my friends would play games like Exploding Snap and Wizard's Chess. Some girl smiled at me last week, but I barely noticed because I was thinking about the Quidditch Final. Thinking back on it, I barely know any of the names of the other students in Hogwarts, let alone, in the Gryffindor house. Of course I know Harry Potter, Fred and George Weasely, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Angelina Johnson. They're on the Quidditch team with me, but I have no clue what the names of Harry's two friends are, the other Weasley and the Muggle girl. Robbie and Helga? I just know that they're always around Harry and Helga's always doing spells to help Harry.

Hmph. Harry Potter. I grew up knowing his name, never knew that he'd be our Seeker. Had no idea what McGonagall wanted that day when she brought him to my classroom, she brought the best thing that could happen to me. And now, three years later he helped lead the Gryffindor House to winning the Quidditch Cup in my last and final game of Hogwarts.

I wish now that I knew who I am. My feet suddenly yearn to start walking so I get up and walk, not knowing where I'm going. Lost in my own thoughts, I find myself on the Quidditch field. It's all dark, not a single person on the field.
"Accio Firebot." I lightly whisper and seconds later, my broom is in my hands. I kick off the ground and soar up into the sky. When I'm about 100 feet in the air, I look down at the ground and I know now what I have to do. I was made to fly. Slowly I take my hands off the broom and right before I let go, I see Harry with his friends entering the field.
"OLIVER! NO!!!" Harry screamed but it's to late. I let myself fall off the broom and toward the ground.

I was made to fly.