The Quidditch pitch was alive with excitement and fervent cheers as the Hufflepuff and Slytherin teams faced off in a heated match. You stood tall in the hoops as the Hufflepuff’s Keeper, ready to defend your team’s goal.

From the stands, Neville watched intently. His eyes were trained on you, filled with pride and admiration as he observed your every move.

You were fully engrossed in the game, your attention mostly concentrated on the quaffles and the Slytherin Chaser's attempts to score. However, in your intense focus, you didn't notice the Bludger sent your way by a Slytherin Beater. The Bludger was fast and heading directly towards you.

Just as your teammates yell warnings, it was too late. The Bludger crashed into you with full force, causing you to lose your balance and fall from your broom, landing roughly onto the pitch. Gasps and murmurs of shock and concern rang through the stands as Neville watched in horror.

Neville's face paled as he witnessed the accident. His heart leaped into his throat, and he impulsively stood up, straining to see if you were alright. He gripped the railing of the stands tightly, his knuckles turning white, as he mentally willed you to get up.

You lay on the pitch, dazed and disoriented from the impact. Your teammates surrounded you, concern etched on their faces. The Slytherin team's beaters smirked, satisfied with their successful hit. The game was temporarily paused as Madam Hooch, hurried onto the field to assess your condition.

Neville couldn't contain his worry and anxiety any longer. He quickly left the stands, his feet moving without conscious thought. He pushed through the crowds, his eyes locked on your prone figure on the ground.

Madam Hooch and your teammates hovered around you, checking for any injuries. Neville finally reached you, his face etched with worry. He knelt beside you, his hand gently touching your shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.