Being His Daughter CONTINUED

I Can Do It Better

 Madam Pomfrey had given me a potion that was supposed to make my skin grow back over the gash on my arm, and let me tell you, it was painful. She had escorted me up to the Hospital Wing after Harry had battled his dragon, and ordered Snape to create the potion. When I drank it, it took every fiber in my body not to throw it up. I had to spend the entire night there while my skin prickled and burned. My arm was wrapped in lots of layers of bandages so I wouldn't have to watch my skin grow back over my half exposed bone.

During the evening while I was there, several people dropped in to say "good job," and "congratulations," but I didn't really believe I did a good job. I had almost gotten my arm clawed off, crawled under a freakin' boulder to hide twice, and was the only champion who had to go to the Hospital Wing afterwards. I also felt like my father was slightly irritated, and believed he had a good reason to be. I performed weakly. There was just this burning in my head that wouldn't go away.

It was morning and I woke up to my arm throbbing in pain and my ears ringing slightly. I whimpered when I moved to sit up. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office carrying a tray that had a glass of water and another cup filled with a pale green liquid. I scrunched up my face when she sat it down on the table by my bed.

"What's that?" I asked, looking at the green liquid with a look of disgust on my face.

"It's to help with the soreness of your arm. Don't worry, dear, it doesn't taste bad." She offered the cup to me and I took it, wincing as I was forced to move my arm. I sniffed the mysterious liquid. "Go on, trust me," she encouraged. I slowly tilted the cup back and the surprisingly warm liquid traveled down my throat. It tasted like lime and tea mixed with water. I downed the glass and handed it back to her. Almost instantly, it was easier to move my arm.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome. Now, let's take a look at that arm," she said, taking my wrapped up arm in her hands and unwrapping the bandage. I looked away and when the bandage was all the way gone, she said, "Ah, well, it looks better."
I slowly turned my head back towards my arm and stared at it. The skin that had grown back was lighter than the rest of my skin, and looked sort of raw. A shiny pink line was around the patch it had created.

"It looks like a scar. Is it a scar?" I asked. She hummed thoughtfully.

"It looks like it could turn into one, but I have something for that." She rushed into her office and came out with a jar of white cream. She spread it over the patch and then wrapped it back up with a new clean bandage. She instructed me to rub cream on it and replace the bandages every night and every morning for two weeks, and then to go back for her to check on it. I finally left the Hospital Wing with my cream and extra bandages.

When I entered the common room, several people gasped and one grabbed my uninjured arm (thankfully) and dragged me in quickly. Everyone started cheering as I looked around bewildered.

"Sierra! Congratulations!" Airam squealed, pulling me to her in a bone crushing hug.

"What's going on?" I asked, my eyes wide as I patted her back with the hand that wasn't clutching onto my cream.

"You're in second place!"

"Second?" I gasped. "B-But...I hid twice a-and my arm-"

"Ludo Bagman gave you a 10, Dumbledore and Madam Maxime gave you 8's and Karkaroff gave you a 7! Bagman said it was because you were still able to carry on despite the condition of your arm. You did so well! Well, better than Fleur and Cedric. Harry and Krum are both tied for first place."