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──── ❝ THE ROGUE BLUDGER ❞ ─────

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Ever since the pixies lesson, Lockheart hadn't brought any live creatures into class. Instead, he's been reading pages from his baloney books to us and from time to time he's made us do some re-enactments of the dramatic parts from his baloney books.

Normally he'd forced Harry into doing most of the re-enactments with him, and surprisingly Harry goes along with it. It's kinda odd, it seems like he's sucking up to him for something cause no way would he do that without something in return.

Today's lesson, once again, we are forced to watch another re-enactment staring the buffoon of a teacher and the "Chosen One". And this re-enactment was when Lockheart so called "defeated" a werewolf.

"Nice loud howl, Harry -", Lockheart told Harry before praising him and continuing the story, "exactly - and then, if you'll believe it, I pounced -",

"like this -", He showed the class a movement, "and slammed him to the floor - thus - with one hand, I managed to hold him down - with my other, I put my wand to his throat - I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm-", He waved around his wand,

"He let out a piteous moan - go on, Harry - higher than that", He instructed the boy before praising him once again, "- good - the fur vanished - the fangs shrank - and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective - and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks."

As Lockheart finished his proclaim on the story the bell rang causing him to stand up on his feet.

"Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!" he told the whole class, but I doubt anyone listened, well since most of them had left as he was informing us.

Though as I was leaving, I noticed that the golden trio seemed to lag behind. Even though I was curious as to what they were doing I had other things to do like, group up with Ulyana since she promised to help me practice some spells together.

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Walking through the hallway (Y/n) tries her best to avoid the oncoming traffic of students. Making it halfway through it (y/n) comes across Ulyana's younger sister, Anastasia talking to a brunette boy from her house. While staring the girl makes eye contact causing (Y/n) to fluster at being caught. Quickly looking away the (h/c) girl tried to speed off but stopped as Anastasia called out to her.

"Hey! Conroy, right?" The older Slytherin asked, stopping her conversation with the other Slytherin.

"Uhm... Yes, what is it that you want? Anastasia, right" (Y/n) turned around slowly, questioning the older girl, who walked closer to the girl; her friend tagging behind curious.

The girl nodded at the last sentence before informing the girl, " Well you see, Ulyana has prefect duty now. So, she won't be able to join you, for whatever you guys were going to do."

"Um... thanks for telling me... Anastasia" The (h/c) girl awkwardly thanked the Slytherin girl.

"Welcome little raven" She utters, turning around walking down the hall with her friend following.

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"What was that about? Was she a friend of your sister?" the Slytherin boy question the Slytherin girl, as they had finally walked away from the busy hall.

" Wouldn't you like to know Pucey" the girl retorted to the boy.

"...... Sooo ....was she?" he tried again but to no avail she didn't budge, instead she speeded her pace.

"Hey, come on were friends, can't you tell me what it was?" the boy whined, walking faster to catch up to her.

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After that interaction (Y/n) continued her walk towards the great hall, though to her annoyance she bumped into a person. She internally groans before quickly apologizing,

"Sorry 'bout that" said the (H/c) girl, as she looked up at the people.

"Hiya, (Y/n)!" The person said softly, their eyes brightening up.

"Oh! Evelyn, I didn't know it was you" the Ravenclaw girl started to speak, as the shock didn't last long.

"You know her, Lynn?" the girl next to her questioned her Hufflepuff housemate.

"Yes!" she replied hastily, "She's (Y/n), the girl I've told you about!" Evelyn informed the other girl.

"It's been awhile Evelyn, and it's also nice to meet youuu......" (Y/n) dragged on waiting for the other Hufflepuff to reply.

"Antoinette Laroche and same with you" The Hufflepuff, Antoinette, replied back.

Evelyn looked at the two with excitement, she hoped (wanted) the two girls to get along with each other. The girls walked over to the side of the hall as they conversed with each other, the two Hufflepuff's explaining how they met and (Y/n) explaining the experience they had so far at school including the almost fight with the two quidditch teams and the pixie lesson with Lockheart. Though so far from knowing each other both (Y/n) & Antoinette had a disliking towards the daft DADA teacher.

"And then he made Potter do another rendition of his stupid book today." The Raven explained what happen this morning.

"Honestly, I feel almost pitiful for the Gryffindor" Antoinette voiced out her slight pity, though it would be pity if her voice didn't hold amusement while saying it.

"Hey (Y/n) do you wanna have lunch with us?" Evelyn suggested.

"You know what, sure" the Ravenclaw declared out loud.

After saying that the girls continued their conversation while walking to the great hall.

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Arriving at the great hall we head over to the Hufflepuff table quickly to get a seat before the mid-day rush. We decided to sit close to the end of the table, me and Evelyn sat on the seats next to the Ravenclaw table meanwhile Antoinette sat on the opposite of us closer to the wall.

Once sitting down, we grabbed our selected food choice, I felt a bit picky with what to eat so I opted to get something basic.

As we ate, the 3 of us continued talking and from what I found out was that Antoinette was in the same year as me, to which I was surprised since I don't really remember her when our year got sorted; I must of dreamt off.

When broke out in a fit of giggles from something Antoinette, lots of sudden chatter entered the hall making the ones inside look for the source.

All the chatter came from a large group of Hufflepuff's, as they walked towards the Hufflepuff table whispers spread throughout the hall, a sigh of admiration could also be heard from the girls as the group walked past them to sit down on the unoccupied seats.

Once the whole group sat down the table became a bit crowded from the sudden extra people as the seat next to (Y/n) soon was occupied by one of them.

That caused the girl to side eye the person while eating, checking out the person she realised it was that Rolf kid, she probably only remembered him either of his orangish brown hair or from the loads of freckles covering his face.

With how many times they bump into each other, it almost seems like both were destined for each other, as dumb as it is. Though while staring at him the boy appears to feel the stare, which caused him to look out in the corners of his eyes to see who it is. Locking eyes with one another caused the boy to flush and turn away out of shyness.

Also turning away (Y/n) proceeded the discussion with the two Hufflepuff girls, while discussing Evelyn suddenly asks the Ravenclaw if she could ask someone to pass down the marmalade.

That favour made the (H/c) second year internally scream knowing it'll be a verry awkward conversation for her and the boy next to her.

"Umm..." The girl stuttered softly before vocalising her voice louder, "Hey, could you, uh... pass me the marmalade?"

The boy looked down at her, she could immediately notice his face becoming red. The boy slowly nodded turning his attention to someone near the fruit preserve asking him to pass it to him,

"Hey Cedric, Chuin, could one of you pass the marmalade please."

'Chuin? Is this Cho's so-called brother?' the Raven thought, the marmalade being passed down to Rolf by the Cedric fellow.

"Thanks" she said with appreciation to the boy as he passed her the marmalade to her, to which she passed to Evelyn.

"You're welcome...." The boy mumbled shyly.

After that scenario, the 3 girls finished up their meals. While Evelyn talked about her ballet practices prior coming to Hogwarts, (Y/n) glanced at her watched.

"Oh I think me & Antoinette should get going, our classes are going to start soon." I advised the two.

"Huh I guess so. Well come on then let's go, see-ya at the dorms Lynn" Antoinette bid the girl as she grabbed an extra snack, ready to leave.

"Well I'll probably see you in the future, who knows? But see you another time Evelyn." The tall Ravenclaw said to her Hufflepuff friend.

While the two girls walked too their destination the Ravenclaw girl noticed movement in the corner of their eyes. Looking at the stop she saw the golden trio sneak out of Myrtle's bathroom.

'What the....?'

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"Hey Rolf, did-ya know that Ravenclaw?" A thick Scottish accent questioned the timid boy, "You seemed even more nervous than ever?"

"He's right, you did seem mousier when you spoke to her." A pleasant voice rung; the voice could make almost any girl fall to their knees.

"Uh...... well when we on the Hogwarts express...I kind of bumped into her." The sentence was softly spoken, the boy cringed as he started to reminisce the scenario.

"Is that it?" the Scottish accent held a bit of disbelief, "Nothing else?"

"Nothing else..." The timid boy hummed, continuing eating his meal in deep thought.

The other boys looked at each other before looking back, as they stared at him they both wondered how the scenario went.

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Waking up early on Saturday, everyone in the dorms were excited for the first Quidditch match of the year.

Today's teams obviously will be competitive since it's Gryffindor's vs Slytherin's, the vendetta against the two houses has been going for centuries, it's even rumoured that the vendetta started way back to when the founders created Hogwarts.

Hopping out of the showers I started to dry myself down.

I can't even imagine how Potter must be feeling since he'll be versing his 'nemeses' for the first time in the season. He must be also nervous since his team relies on him, which is bound to cause stress for the Gryffindor.

After drying I put on my chosen clothes before heading back inside my dorm, seeing the rest getting ready, Cho & Marietta were brushing their hair, Ulyana was adding some braclets on, Penelope was applying lip gloss and Luna was just laying on her bed reading the Quibbler.

Walking over to my bed I threw on my jumper and my Ravenclaw scarf before putting my hair up in a bun. After that we all headed to the great hall to quickly grab something to eat before the start of the game.

As eleven o'clock approached, the whole school started to make its way down to the Quidditch stadium. It was a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the air.

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While our protagonist and her friends climbed up onto the highest benches for a good view ,Ron and Hermione came hurrying over to wish Harry good luck as he entered the locker rooms. The team pulled on their scarlet Gryffindor robes, then sat down to listen to Wood's usual pre-match pep talk.

"Slytherin has better brooms than us," he began, "No point denying it. But we've got better people on our brooms. We've trained harder than they have, we've been flying in all weathers -"

"Too true," muttered George Weasley, "I haven't been properly dry since August"

"- and we're going to make them rue the day they let that little bit of slime, Malfoy, buy his way onto their team."

Chest heaving with emotion, Wood turned to Harry, "It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to."

"So no pressure, Harry," said Fred, winking at him.

As they walked out onto the pitch, a roar of noise greeted them; mainly cheers, because Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten, but the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard, too.

Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, which they did, giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than was necessary.

"On my whistle," said Madam Hooch, "Three . . . two . . . one . . ."

With a roar from the crowd to speed them upward, the fourteen players rose toward the leaden sky. Harry flew higher than any of them, squinting around for the Snitch.

"All right there, Scarhead?" yelled Malfoy, shooting underneath him as though to show off the speed of his broom.

Harry had no time to reply. At that very moment, a heavy black Bludger came pelting toward him; he avoided it so narrowly that he felt it ruffle his hair as it passed.

"Close one, Harry!" said George, streaking past him with his club in his hand, ready to knock the Bludger back toward a Slytherin.

Harry saw George give the Bludger a powerful whack in the direction of Adrian Pucey, but the Bludger changed direction in mid-air and shot straight for Harry again. Harry dropped quickly to avoid it, and George managed to hit it hard toward Malfoy.

Once again, the Bludger swerved like a boomerang and shot at Harry's head. Harry put on a burst of speed and zoomed toward the other end of the pitch. He could hear the Bludger whistling along behind him.

'What was going on? Bludgers never concentrated on one player like this; it was their job to try and unseat as many people as possible' The Ravenclaw protagonist thought, looking to her side seeing her friends become a bit confused at the sight,

Fred Weasley was waiting for the Bludger at the other end. Harry ducked as Fred swung at the Bludger with all his might; the Bludger was knocked off course.

"Gotcha!" Fred yelled happily, but he was wrong; as though it was magnetically attracted to Harry, the Bludger pelted after him once more and Harry was forced to fly off at full speed.

It had started to rain; Harry felt heavy drops fall onto his face, splattering onto his glasses. He didn't have a clue what was going on in the rest of the game until he heard Lee Jordan, who was commentating, say,

"Slytherin lead, sixty points to zero -"

(Y/n) quickly pulled out an umbrella trying not to get wet from the down fall, the match was pretty interesting to her but odd.

The Slytherins' superior brooms were clearly doing their jobs, and meanwhile the mad Bludger was doing all it could to knock Harry out of the air.

Fred and George were now flying so close to him on either side that Harry could see nothing at all except their flailing arms and had no chance to look for the Snitch, let alone catch it.

"Someone's - tampered - with - this - Bludger -" Fred grunted, swinging his bat with all his might at it as it launched a new attack on Harry.

"We need time out," said George, trying to signal to Wood and stop the Bludger breaking Harry's nose at the same time.

Wood had obviously got the message. Madam Hooch's whistle rang out and Harry, Fred, and George dived for the ground, still trying to avoid the mad Bludger.

"What's going on?" said Wood as the Gryffindor team huddled together, while Slytherins in the crowd jeered.

"We're being flattened. Fred, George, where were you when that Bludger stopped Angelina scoring?"

"We were twenty feet above her, stopping the other Bludger from murdering Harry, Oliver," said George angrily.

"Someone's fixed it - it won't leave Harry alone. It hasn't gone for anyone else all game. The Slytherins must have done something to it."

"But the Bludgers have been locked in Madam Hooch's office since our last practice, and there was nothing wrong with them then. . . ." said Wood, anxiously.

Madam Hooch was walking toward them. Over her shoulder, Harry could see the Slytherin team jeering and pointing in his direction.

"Listen," said Harry as she came nearer and nearer, "with you two flying around me all the time the only way I'm going to catch the Snitch is if it flies up my sleeve. Go back to the rest of the team and let me deal with the rogue one."

"Don't be thick," said Fred.

"It'll take your head off." Wood was looking from Harry to the Weasleys.

"Oliver, this is insane," said Alicia Spinnet angrily.

"You can't let Harry deal with that thing on his own. Let's ask for an inquiry -"

"If we stop now, we'll have to forfeit the match!" said Harry.

"And we're not losing to Slytherin just because of a crazy Bludger! Come on, Oliver, tell them to leave me alone!"

"This is all your fault," George said angrily to Wood.

"'Get the Snitch or die trying,' what a stupid thing to tell him -", Madam Hooch had joined them. "Ready to resume play?" she asked Wood.

Wood looked at the determined look on Harry's face. "All right," he said, "Fred, George, you heard Harry - leave him alone and let him deal with the Bludger on his own."

The rain was falling more heavily now. On Madam Hooch's whistle, Harry kicked hard into the air and heard the telltale whoosh of the Bludger behind him.

Higher and higher Harry climbed; he looped and swooped, spiraled, zigzagged, and rolled. Slightly dizzy, he nevertheless kept his eyes wide open, rain was speckling his glasses and ran up his nostrils as he hung upside down, avoiding another fierce dive from the Bludger.

He could hear laughter from the crowd; he knew he must look very stupid, but the rogue Bludger was heavy and couldn't change direction as quickly as Harry could; he began a kind of roller-coaster ride around the edges of the stadium, squinting through the silver sheets of rain to the Gryffindor goalposts, where Adrian Pucey was trying to get past Wood - A whistling in Harry's ear told him the Bludger had just missed him again; he turned right over and sped in the opposite direction.

"Training for the ballet, Potter?" yelled Malfoy as Harry was forced to do a stupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger, and he fled, the Bludger trailing a few feet behind him; and then, glaring back at Malfoy in hatred, he saw it - the Golden Snitch. It was hovering inches above Malfoy's left ear - and Malfoy, busy laughing at Harry, hadn't seen it.

For an agonizing moment, Harry hung in midair, not daring to speed toward Malfoy in case he looked up and saw the Snitch.

WHAM.

He had stayed still a second too long. The Bludger had hit him at last, smashed into his elbow, and Harry felt his arm break. Gasps erupted from some of the house, as they realised that Harry got hit from the bludger, up at the Ravenclaw stand (Y/n) looked worriedly at the boy.

The boy became dimly, dazed by the searing pain in his arm, as he slid sideways on his rain-drenched broom, one knee still crooked over it, his right arm dangling useless at his side - the Bludger came pelting back for a second attack, this time aiming at his face - Harry swerved out of the way, one idea firmly lodged in his numb brain: get to Malfoy.

Through a haze of rain and pain he dived for the shimmering, sneering face below him and saw its eyes widen with fear: Malfoy thought Harry was attacking him.

"What the -" he gasped, careening out of Harry's way.

Harry took his remaining hand off his broom and made a wild snatch; he felt his fingers close on the cold Snitch but was now only gripping the broom with his legs, and there was a yell from the crowd below as he headed straight for the ground, trying hard not to pass out.

With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom. His arm was hanging at a very strange angle; riddled with pain, he heard, as though from a distance, a good deal of whistling and shouting. He focused on the Snitch clutched in his good hand.

"Aha," he said vaguely, "We've won." Was all he was able to say before fainting from the pain.

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"Do you think he's alright?" A soft voice from Cho questioned the group.

"I doubt, that was one painful hit tho." Penelope replied to her, as the group watched the Gryffindor team head over to their injured teammate along with some other.

" But.. I mean it was bound to happen." Ulyana stated, "Though don't you guys think it was a bit odd how the bludger only targeted Potter?"

"Yeah, odd...." (Y/n) mumbled.

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Harry started to come around, rain falling on his face, still lying on the field, with someone leaning over him. He saw a glitter of teeth.

"Oh, no, not you," he moaned.

"Doesn't know what he's saying," said Lockhart loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around them.

"Not to worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm."

"No!" said Harry, "I'll keep it like this, thanks. . . ." He tried to sit up, but the pain was terrible. He heard a familiar clicking noise nearby.

"I don't want a photo of this, Colin," he said loudly.

"Lie back, Harry," said Lockhart soothingly, "It's a simple charm I've used countless times -"

"Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?" said Harry through clenched teeth.

"He should really, Professor," said a muddy Wood, who couldn't help grinning even though his Seeker was injured.

"Great capture, Harry, really spectacular, your best yet, I'd say -" Through the thicket of legs around him, Harry spotted Fred and George Weasley, wrestling the rogue Bludger into a box. It was still putting up a terrific fight.

"Stand back," said Lockhart, who was rolling up his jade-green sleeves.

"No - don't -" said Harry weakly, but Lockhart was twirling his wand and a second later had directed it straight at Harry's arm.

A strange and unpleasant sensation started at Harry's shoulder and spread all the way down to his fingertips. It felt as though his arm was being deflated. He didn't dare look at what was happening.

He had shut his eyes, his face turned away from his arm, but his worst fears were realized as the people above him gasped and Colin Creevey began clicking away madly. His arm didn't hurt anymore - nor did it feel remotely like an arm.

"Ah," said Lockhart, "Yes. Well, that can sometimes happen. But the point is, the bones are no longer broken. That's the thing to bear in mind. So, Harry, just toddle up to the hospital wing - ah, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, would you escort him? - and Madam Pomfrey will be able to - er - tidy you up a bit."

As Harry got to his feet, he felt strangely lopsided. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at his right side. What he saw nearly made him pass out again. Poking out of the end of his robes was what looked like a thick, fleshcolored rubber glove. He tried to move his fingers. Nothing happened. Lockhart hadn't mended Harry's bones. He had removed them.

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After that everyone left to do whatever, they wanted to do since it was the weekend. The Ravenclaw group joined up with Cynthia, Evelyn, and Antoinette. Altogether they decided to hang out for the rest of the day.

The group stopped to lay down and rest in the courtyard near the trees. The ground wasn't that soggy from the downfall at the match.

The group was talking about school stuff and their lessons while I was laying down, my head near the trunk of the tree as Luna sat right next to me, her back on the trunk watching and listening to the other stories.

"Hey! Cho!" Someone called out, causing me to open my eyes.

Looking at the direction of the voice I saw 3 Hufflepuffs walk up to the group.

"What is it Chuin?" The girl asked with annoyance.

"Now Cho that isn't how your supposed to talk to your beloved older brother." The boy taunted the girl.

"One year, your older than me by one year!!" The girl spoke, her voice noticeably having a bit of an accent.

"That's why I said 'Older' brother." The boy said cheekily.

Leaning on Luna, I turned to Cho seeing her roll her eyes before she asked again,

"What is it, you want Chuin?" She gritted out with a Scottish accent.

"Do you have any notes on Cornish Pixie's for DADA?" The boy finally asked.

"Uhh... no" She paused, "But (Y/n) might have some."

She looked at my direction causing the boys attention to avert to where she was looking.

"Listen the only notes you need about Cornish Pixie's is that they are the literal spawn of chaos."

The boy gave her a blank look making the girl nervously laugh, reminding herself that they probably don't understand it.

"But... uh yeah-yes I do have notes...."

"Cool.... So could either of you give me the notes later on?" the boy asked.

"Uh yeah, sure I can." I said.

He nodded before bidding goodbye to his sister and walking away. The other Hufflepuff -that I still don't know the name of- gave me a tender smile, saying goodbye, walking away with Rolf following; he didn't look me in the eyes, probably nervous, I mean I did see his ears tint pink.

"Hey, sorry if he seemed a bit rude, he isn't really that nice to people he doesn't know" Cho apologetically told me.

"Nah, it's fine" I smiled at her with closed, though what I didn't know was that her face started flushing.

'Hey wait! He didn't even thank me or anything!! What a fuckin' asshole!! I don't even know why he's a Hufflepuff at this point since how much of a git he seems!!!' I angrily thought to myself, kinda annoyed at myself for allowing him to have my notes now.

While thinking of that, some of the group noticed my smiling turning wonky.

"You 'right there, (Y/n)?" Penelope questioned.

"Huh!" I mumbled opening my eyes, my face turning blank.

"You seemed a bit pissed off" she says.

"Oh nah, I'm a-ok" I said jokingly, making the ok sign; Cho & Evelyn giggled at my gesture.

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Meanwhile in another area of Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey wasn't at all pleased.

"You should have come straight to me!" she raged, holding up the sad, limp remainder of what, half an hour before, had been a working arm.

"I can mend bones in a second - but growing them back -"

"You will be able to, won't you?" said Harry desperately.

"I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful," said Madam Pomfrey grimly, throwing Harry a pair of pyjamas.

"You'll have to stay the night. . . ." Hermione waited outside the curtain drawn around Harry's bed while Ron helped him into his pyjamas. It took a while to stuff the rubbery, boneless arm into a sleeve.

"How can you stick up for Lockhart now, Hermione, eh?" Ron called through the curtain as he pulled Harry's limp fingers through the cuff.

"If Harry had wanted deboning he would have asked."

"Anyone can make a mistake," said Hermione.

"And it doesn't hurt anymore, does it, Harry?"

As he swung himself onto the bed, his arm flapped pointlessly. Hermione and Madam Pomfrey came around the curtain. Madam Pomfrey was holding a large bottle of something labelled Skele-Gro.

"You're in for a rough night," she said, pouring out a steaming beakerful and handing it to him.

"Regrowing bones is a nasty business." So was taking the Skele-Gro.

It burned Harry's mouth and throat as it went down, making him cough and splutter. Still tut-tutting about dangerous sports and inept teachers, Madam Pomfrey retreated, leaving Ron and Hermione to help Harry gulp down some water.

"We won, though," said Ron, a grin breaking across his face.

"That was some catch you made. Malfoy's face . . . he looked ready to kill. . . ."

"I want to know how he fixed that Bludger," said Hermione darkly.

"We can add that to the list of questions we'll ask him when we've taken the Polyjuice Potion," said Harry, sinking back onto his pillows.

"I hope it tastes better than this stuff. . . ."

"If it's got bits of Slytherins in it? You've got to be joking," said Ron.

The door of the hospital wing burst open at that moment. Filthy and soaking wet, the rest of the Gryffindor team had arrived to see Harry.

"Unbelievable flying, Harry," said George.

"I've just seen Marcus Flint yelling at Malfoy. Something about having the Snitch on top of his head and not noticing. Malfoy didn't seem too happy."

They had brought cakes, sweets, and bottles of pumpkin juice; they gathered around Harry's bed and were just getting started on what promised to be a good party when Madam Pomfrey came storming over, shouting,

"This boy needs rest, he's got thirty-three bones to regrow! Out! OUT!" And Harry was left alone, with nothing to distract him from the stabbing pains in his limp arm. Closing his eyes he tried to rest, but couldn't since his eyes opened at the noise of doors opening.

Looking at the curtain where the doors for the room was, he waited with anticipation.

"Hermione, Ron, is that you?" Harry whispered, the curtains started to rustle, probably from whoever is trying to open it.

"Sorry, neither" A feminine voice spoke, as they opened the curtains that were covering around his bed.

"Oh, its just you" Harry sighed in relief.

The girl chuckled, moving inside the small area closing the curtains.

"What are you doing here (Y/n)?" the Gryffindor boy asked.

"I wanted to check up on you, which might seem a bit odd since we barely know each" The Ravenclaw paused sitting in the chair next to the boy, " But I really did want to know if you were alright."

The jet-black haired boy suddenly felt hot, as his hands started to sweat but ignored it, " Does this look alright to you?" he said sarcastically trying to move his elastic arm, he became a bit sour.

"Well if it hurts, here" the girl said pulling out something packaged in fabric and tied up with a ribbon.

Throwing it onto the boys lap he picked it up,

"I normally eat this to subdue the pain, though I don't know if it'll be the same for you."

Looking at it the boy pulls off the ribbon making the fabric to fall around his hands, as some type of desserts lay inside on the fabric.

"It's nice honestly. Try it" the girl started to persuade the boy into eating it.

Taking the persuasion Harry took a nibble of the food,

"It's delicious!" the boy exclaimed eating it all, grabbing the rest and eating it.

"Home-made special, mums' recipe." She informed the boy.

While finishing the sweet the two talked for a bit. Harry told the girl of the choice of making the Polyjuice potion, he also told the girl that the potion will take almost a whole month to make and that they'll have to steal ingredients and pieces of hair to make it. After a while of talking (Y/n) glanced down at her watch,

"Oh, I should head off now." She told the boy, standing up from the seat.

"Oh" the boy mumbled; a bit disappointed.

"I'll see you next time, and if you need me you can ask for my help." The Ravenclaw said before slipping out and leaving the boy all alone.

"Bye....." the boy murmered.

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Hours and hours later, Harry woke quite suddenly in the pitch blackness and gave a small yelp of pain: His arm now felt full of large splinters. For a second, he thought that was what had woken him. Then, with a thrill of horror, he realized that someone was sponging his forehead in the dark.

"Get off!" he said loudly, and then, "Dobby!" The house-elf's goggling tennis ball eyes were peering at Harry through the darkness. A single tear was running down his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter came back to school," he whispered miserably.

"Dobby warned and warned Harry Potter. Ah sir, why didn't you heed Dobby? Why didn't Harry Potter go back home when he missed the train?" Harry heaved himself up on his pillows and pushed Dobby's sponge away.

"What're you doing here?" he said, "And how did you know I missed the train?"

Dobby's lip trembled and Harry was seized by a sudden suspicion.

"It was you!" he said slowly, "You stopped the barrier from letting us through!"

"Indeed yes, sir," said Dobby, nodding his head vigorously, ears flapping.

"Dobby hid and watched for Harry Potter and sealed the gateway and Dobby had to iron his hands afterward" - he showed Harry ten long, bandaged fingers - "but Dobby didn't care, sir, for he thought Harry Potter was safe, and never did Dobby dream that Harry Potter would get to school another way!" He was rocking backward and forward, shaking his ugly head.

"Dobby was so shocked when he heard Harry Potter was back at Hogwarts, he let his master's dinner burn! Such a flogging Dobby never had, sir. . . ." Harry slumped back onto his pillows.

"You nearly got Ron and me expelled," he said fiercely.

"You'd better get lost before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangle you." Dobby smiled weakly.

"Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home." He blew his nose on a corner of the filthy pillowcase he wore, looking so pathetic that Harry felt his anger ebb away in spite of himself.

"Why d'you wear that thing, Dobby?" he asked curiously.

"This, sir?" said Dobby, plucking at the pillowcase.

"'Tis a mark of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. Dobby can only be freed if his masters present him with clothes, sir. The family is careful not to pass Dobby even a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever." Dobby mopped his bulging eyes and said suddenly, "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make -"

"Your Bludger?" said Harry, anger rising once more, "What d'you mean, your Bludger? You made that Bludger try and kill me?"

"Not kill you, sir, never kill you!" said Dobby, shocked.

"Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! Better sent home, grievously injured, than remain here, sir! Dobby only wanted Harry Potter hurt enough to be sent home!"

"Oh, is that all?" said Harry angrily, "I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you wanted me sent home in pieces?"

"Ah, if Harry Potter only knew!" Dobby groaned, more tears dripping onto his ragged pillowcase.

"If he knew what he means to us, to the lowly, the enslaved, we dregs of the magical world! Dobby remembers how it was when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at the height of his powers, sir! We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir! Of course, Dobby is still treated like that, sir," he admitted, drying his face on the pillowcase

"But mostly, sir, life has improved for my kind since you triumphed over HeWho-Must-Not-Be-Named. Harry Potter survived, and the Dark Lord's power was broken,

and it was a new dawn, sir, and Harry Potter shone like a beacon of hope for those of us who thought the dark days would never end, sir. . . .

And now, at Hogwarts, terrible things are to happen, are perhaps happening already, and Dobby cannot let Harry Potter stay here now that history is to repeat itself, now that the Chamber of Secrets is open once more -"

Dobby froze, horrorstruck, then grabbed Harry's water jug from his bedside table and cracked it over his own head, toppling out of sight.

A second later, he crawled back onto the bed, cross-eyed, muttering, "Bad Dobby, very bad Dobby . . ."

"So there is a Chamber of Secrets?" Harry whispered, "And - did you say it's been opened before? Tell me, Dobby!" He seized the elf's bony wrist as Dobby's hand inched toward the water jug.

"But I'm not Muggle-born - how can I be in danger from the Chamber?"

"Ah, sir, ask no more, ask no more of poor Dobby," stammered the elf, his eyes huge in the dark.

"Dark deeds are planned in this place, but Harry Potter must not be here when they happen - go home, Harry Potter, go home. Harry Potter must not meddle in this, sir, 'tis too dangerous -"

"Who is it, Dobby?" Harry said, keeping a firm hold on Dobby's wrist to stop him from hitting himself with the water jug again.

"Who's opened it? Who opened it last time?"

"Dobby can't, sir, Dobby can't, Dobby mustn't tell!" squealed the elf, "Go home, Harry Potter, go home!"

"I'm not going anywhere!" said Harry fiercely.

"One of my best friends is Muggle-born; she'll be first in line if the Chamber really has been opened -"

"Harry Potter risks his own life for his friends!" moaned Dobby in a kind of miserable ecstasy.

"So noble! So valiant! But he must save himself, he must, Harry Potter must not -" Dobby suddenly froze, his bat ears quivering. Harry heard it, too. There were footsteps coming down the passageway outside.

"Dobby must go!" breathed the elf, terrified. There was a loud crack, and Harry's fist was suddenly clenched on thin air.

He slumped back into bed, his eyes on the dark doorway to the hospital wing as the footsteps drew nearer. Next moment, Dumbledore was backing into the dormitory, wearing a long woolly dressing gown and a nightcap. He was carrying one end of what looked like a statue. Professor McGonagall appeared a second later, carrying its feet. Together, they heaved it onto a bed.

"Get Madam Pomfrey," whispered Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall hurried past the end of Harry's bed out of sight. Harry lay quite still, pretending to be asleep.

He heard urgent voices, and then Professor McGonagall swept back into view, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey, who was pulling a cardigan on over her nightdress. He heard a sharp intake of breath.

"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey whispered to Dumbledore, bending over the statue on the bed.

"Another attack," said Dumbledore, "Minerva found him on the stairs."

"There was a bunch of grapes next to him," said Professor McGonagall, "We think he was trying to sneak up here to visit Potter." Harry's stomach gave a horrible lurch.

Slowly and carefully, he raised himself a few inches so he could look at the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight lay across its staring face. It was Colin Creevey. His eyes were wide and his hands were stuck up in front of him, holding his camera.

"Petrified?" whispered Madam Pomfrey.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall, "But I shudder to think . . . If Albus hadn't been on the way downstairs for hot chocolate - who knows what might have -" The three of them stared down at Colin.

Then Dumbledore leaned forward and wrenched the camera out of Colin's rigid grip.

"You don't think he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" said Professor McGonagall eagerly.

Dumbledore didn't answer. He opened the back of the camera.

"Good gracious!" said Madam Pomfrey. A jet of steam had hissed out of the camera. Harry, three beds away, caught the acrid smell of burnt plastic.

"Melted," said Madam Pomfrey wonderingly, "All melted . . ."

"What does this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked urgently.

"It means," said Dumbledore, "that the Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again."

Madam Pomfrey clapped a hand to her mouth. Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore. "But, Albus . . . surely . . . who?"

"The question is not who," said Dumbledore, his eyes on Colin, "The question is, how. . . ." And from what Harry could see of Professor McGonagall's shadowy face, she didn't understand this any better than he did.

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➣ Finally the school holidays are here for me, it feels nice to not be at school (even if it's for only 2 weeks)

➣ And since its the holiday's i'll try my best to update more, if i can :)

~ Adora_Meteora

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