The world tilts, the sky spins, and then—blackness.

The last thing you remember is the whistle blowing and Oliver Wood screaming something at you from across the pitch. Then a bludger curved violently, unnaturally, straight toward your ribs. A loud crack. Pain. And now…

You open your eyes in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing, the scent of potions thick in the air. Your head throbs. Everything is blurry.

Someone leans over you—warm brown eyes, messy hair, Quidditch robes torn at the sleeve. His voice trembles when he speaks.

“You’re awake…”

He says it like a prayer.

You stare at him, confused. “Um… who are you?”

The boy freezes. His breath catches. You see panic flash across his face—quick, sharp, and devastating.

“I’m—” He swallows. “I’m Oliver. Oliver Wood.”

You search your memories, but they’re empty where his name should be. “I’m sorry… I don’t… know you.”

He steps back like the words physically hit him. Madam Pomfrey rushes over, giving him a knowing look. “I warned you, Mr. Wood. The bludger caused magical concussion. Her memory’s been tampered with. It may take time.”

But Oliver doesn’t blink. His eyes stay locked on you like you might vanish.

“What… were we to each other?” you ask quietly.

He hesitates—not because he doesn’t know, but because he’s terrified of the answer.

“We were dating,” he says finally, voice soft. “For months.”

Your heart stutters. The boy in front of you looks like he cares more than anyone ever has.

“I’m sorry,” you say again.

His jaw tightens. Then he squares his shoulders like he’s ready for the biggest match of his life.

“No,” Oliver says, stepping closer with a spark in his eyes. “Don’t apologize. If I made you fall in love with me once…”

He gives you a small, aching smile.

“I can do it again.”