Charmolypi

Chapter 63

The scene changed showing a less than pleased looking Madam Pomphrey. "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.

"There's nothing Poppy can't do, kid," The Marauders all said together.

"I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful," said Madam Pomphrey grimly, throwing Harry a pair of pajamas. "You'll have to stay the night..."

"As long as you're there, I'm certain that my brother is in good hands," Thea said, walking into the hospital wing with her Slytherin friends in tow.

"You should have stopped him from performing spells on your brother," the older witch told Thea sternly. Before walking towards the potion cabinet and pouring a purple potion in a small cup.

"Trust me, if it were up to me, Lockhart would be the one laying in the bed instead of Harry," Thea said with a slight chuckle.

"There is not a single doubt in my mind that she could do that very easily," Regulus said, his glaring gray eyes stuck on the young Ravenclaw.

The older witch handed the potion she had poured to Thea, who looked at it suspiciously. Madam Pomphrey raised her brow at the girl. "Don't think I forgot the stunt you pulled when you stopped that Bludger with your shoulder," she told the young girl, not leaving room for argument.

"Nothing gets past you, eh Poppy?" James said, chuckling.

The Marauders smiled to the old witch in appreciation, knowing how much she had done for them over the years.

"Nothing gets past you, eh Poppy?" Thea joked as she took the potion and threw it back, making a disgusted face when she was done. The girl and her two friends walked further into the room and flopped down in the seats surrounding the bed.

James looked a bit surprised at how him and his daughter had so many things in common. The Marauders smiled at the invisible link between the father and his daughter.

Hermione waited outside the curtain drawn around Harry's bed while Ron helped him into his pajamas. 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?"

"Not that big of a mistake," Lily huffed under her breath.

"No," said Harry, getting into bed. "But it doesn't do anything else either."

Madam Pomphrey walked back to the group with a bottle labelled Skele-Gro. "You're in for a rough night," she said pouting out a steaming beakerful and handing it the young Potter boy who looked slightly disgusted. "Regrowing bones is a nasty business." She told him before walking away towards her office.

"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..."