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"I'd beat you in a duel"

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Third Person POV

Harry woke up early on Sunday morning, before (Y/N). He looked quickly over to Colin's bed, but it was blocked by the curtains he was using yesterday to change. He then looked over to (Y/N)'s bed and felt a sort of guilt come over him. If he didn't get hit by that Bludger, then (Y/N) wouldn't have gotten hurt either. She was sleeping so peacefully, her flowy (h/c) hair still looked perfect, even after yesterday's events.

Seeing that he was awake, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a breakfast tray and then began bending and stretching his arm and fingers.

"All in order," she said as he clumsily fed himself porridge left-handed. "When you've finished eating, you may leave."

Harry dressed as quickly as he could and hurried off to Gryffindor Tower, desperate to tell Ron and Hermione about Colin and Dobby, but they weren't there. Harry left to look for them, wondering where they could have got to and feeling slightly hurt that they weren't interested in whether he had his bones back or not.

As Harry passed the library, Percy strolled out of it, looking in far better spirits than last time they'd met.

"Oh, hello, Harry," he said. "Excellent flying yesterday, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup -- you earned fifty points!"

"You haven't seen Ron or Hermione, have you?" said Harry.

"No, I haven't," said Percy, his smile fading. "I hope Ron's not in another girls' toilet...."

Harry forced a laugh, watched Percy walk out of sight, and then headed straight for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He couldn't see why Ron and Hermione would be in there again, but after making sure that neither Filch nor any prefects were around, he opened the door and heard a voice from a locked stall.

"It's me," he said, closing the door behind him.

"Harry!" said Ron, opening the door to the stall. "I thought you were going to be Percy."

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked.

"She went to visit you and (Y/N) in the hospital wing," he said. "Where's (Y/N)?"

"She's in the hospital wing, she's still sleeping," said Harry.

A couple of moments later, Hermione showed up to the bathroom with (Y/N), who was walking normally.

"Harry!" said Hermione. "How's your arm?"

"Fine," said Harry, inviting them into the stall. An old cauldron was perched on the toilet, and a crackling from under the rim told (Y/N) that they had lit a fire beneath it. Conjuring up portable, waterproof fires was a specialty of Hermione's.

"(Y/N), you're walking normally," Ron observed.

"Great observation, Ronald," said (Y/N). She only says his real name when he's in trouble, or she's being sarcastic.

"Feeling better?" asked Harry.

"A lot," she answered.

"I'd've come to meet you two, but Hermione said I should stay with the cauldron. We've started making the Polyjuice Potion," Ron explained, and Hermione locked the stall again. "We've decided this is the safest place to hide it."

Harry and (Y/N) launched into explaining Colin, but Hermione interrupted.

"We already know -- we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we'd better get going --"