The Dark Lords Daughter 2: Slytherins Heir *completed*

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We arrived at the infirmary, lead by Hermione. As she entered she called immediately for assistance. Madam Pomfrey was stood leaning over a bed in the corner, within it lay Malfoy. He moaned and groaned clutching his stomach, as his two ghouls, Crabbe and Goyle, slumped next to him. When the nurses eyes landed on our little crowd she gasped.

"Oh my goodness." Fluttering over to Harry and lead him over to the bed at the far end on the left. She gaped at his jellied arm and tusked in frustration.

"Who in the world did this?" She asked looking round at us in turn.

"Professor Lockhart, ma'am." I answered and Oliver wrapped his arm around my shoulder, the nurse watched his movement before glancing down at my precariously held wrist. She quirked an eye brow and I shook my head. The last thing I needed was to be made a fuss of, when my friend lay in a bed with no bones in his arm. Madam Pomfrey sighed an skittled off into her huge inventory of medical potions. As she remerged Draco gave another moan of pain. The nurse scowled.

"Oh, Mr Malfoy, stop making such a fuss. You can go." I had to swallow my giggle as the Slytherin became mysteriously quiet.

"Out of my way. Out of my way." She ordered and we all jumped to accommodate her presence. In her hand she clutched an off white bottle, endowed with tiny carved bones. The bottle stopper, a skull.

"Should have been brought straight to me, I can fix bones in a heartbeat- but growing them back..." She laughed once without humour and I gulped. When the nurse says something like that, you know it's not going to be good.

"You will be able to, won't you?" Hermione asked, a small amount of doubt in her tone. The head nurse looked up from what she was doing on the side table and stared straight at the frizzy haired Gryffindor.

"Oh I'll be able to, certainly. But it'll be painful. Your in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is a nasty business." Harry's eyes met mind and I whimpered quietly, I knew how painful the mending potion was, so if this was worse then I seriously felt sorry for him. The nurse turned from the bedside table and handed Harry a clear glass of a dark green liquid. He took it and gulped down a mouthful, suddenly he lurched forward and sprayed the potion back out of his lips. He grimaced and gagged and Pomfrey tutted.

"Well what do you expect? Pumpkin juice?" We all giggled and Harry groaned. He managed the force down the remaining potion and we stayed for a while to ensure he was alright. He chatted away and seemed oblivious to the effects. Slowly one by one our crowd lessened until just Oliver, Hermione, Ron and myself were left. I could tell Madam Pomfrey had been watching me, I kept catching her glancing at my arm. I watched as she came over.

"Are you going to let me have

a look at that wrist now?" I sighed and Oliver loosened his grip to look down at how I was holding my arm. I nodded and the nurse lead me over to a bed next to Harry's I hopped up onto it and held out my hand, still clad in the arm protector. She carefully undid the strings until she was able to simply lift the tough leather off. I winced and hissed as one of the strings caught my finger and shifted my hand. The Quidditch captain next to me grimaced as my swollen wrist was revealed, the joint had tripled in size and was beginning to turn a sickly purple colour.

"Merlin, Anna! I thought you said you were fine." Oliver scolded, unable to take his eyes off if the foreign looking limb.

"I didn't think it would be that bad." I responded and Harry chuckled from his bed. Madam Pomfrey examined my arm and nodded to herself.

"Yes, just as I thought. You've got yourself a fractured wrist." I groaned and threw my head back onto the fluffy pillows.

"But seeings how you have had a knock on the head also.  I'm afraid we can't give you the normal potion." I beamed, ecstatic that it wouldn't have to endure the torturous pain of the foul bone-mending liquid.