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Madam Pomfrey wasn't pleased in the slightest.

"You should have come straight to me!" She was shaking her head and holding Harry's arm whilst a less experienced nurse checked me for any concerns. "I can mend bones in a second. But growing them back..."
"You will be able to, won't you?" Harry asked her desperately.
"I''ll be able to, certainly." Pomfrey nodded. "But it will be painful. You'll have to stay overnight." She gave him some pyjamas and came over to me, dismissing the nurse. "How do you feel?"
"... I've just got a throbbing in the back of my head."
"Well, lucky you didn't let that Lockhart do any spells on you!"
"I guess." I chuckled slightly, but had to stop when the pain worsened.
"...That's not good." She shook her head, tutted, and walked behind me, pushing my head down and lifting my hair up. "That's not good at all."
"What?" I turned to her.
"There seems to be a bleed and a dent where the bludger must have hit you."
"You're not serious?"
"It's nothing to worry about, I'm sure. Though it is strange, considering your, um-" She dropped her voice into a whisper. "Abilities."
"I'm not going to die during the night, right?" I asked her, getting more and more worried as the pain continued thumping my head.
"No, you won't." She chuckled. "Don't be silly. Tell you what-" Her voice was back to its normal volume as she clapped her hands and walked in front of mine and Harry's beds. "I'll brew you both up some nice, soothing drinks that'll help with both of your injuries. Apologies Harry, for, like I said, it will be painful."
"...Y/n's won't be?" Harry looked at Pomfrey, confused.
"Y/n isn't regrowing bones, is she?"
"I guess not?" He shrugged and we both watched as she left the room.

"So..." Harry cleared his throat, causing me to look at him and see a smirk appear on his face.
"Harry, don't-"
"The best house won!"
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"...I know." I sighed and flopped back, greeting the pillows behind me. "How does your arm feel? Like jelly?"
"Like nothing. I mean, it feels like something. But it's also numb, too, y'know?"
"...No."
"Oh." He coughed and sat up, snapping his fingers for me to turn my head and look at him.
"...What?"
"What's with you and those new kids?"
"What new kids?"
"The ones with the same names as the narnia books."
"Oh, the Pevensies?" I pulled myself in an upright position, watching him nod. "I've just been helping them."
"With what, exactly?"
"I don't know. But we found the narnia books in the restricted section of the library. I think that's all they wanted."
"You went into the restricted section?"
"Yeah." I nodded, seeing an odd look on his face. "What? You've been there, too. Last year!"
"Yeah, for an important mission."
"I also had an important mission."
"Because children's books are so important." He spoke in clear sarcasm and annoyance.
"If they're not, why are they in the restricted section?" Harry didn't respond. "Exactly."
"I admit, that's weird. But maybe they were just misplaced?"
"No." I shook my head. "I get a feeling they weren't even in the school to begin with. Like, they arrived along with the siblings."
"That makes no sense."
"Nothing really makes complete sense, Harry."
"...Wow. That's deep."
"Shut up."
"Sorry, that took a little longer than I'd excepted!" Pomfrey reopened the doors to the hospital wing and came in with a tray with two cups, and four teaspoons.
"...Having a tea party?" I joked, but didn't laugh at myself. She shook her head as she dropped the contents of two spoons into one cup, and the other two into another. I went to take one of the cups, but she lightly slapped my hand away.
"Not yours."
"... Sorry."
"This one is yours." She handed me the other cup.
"Thank y-"
"Oh, sugar!" She took the tray before Harry could grab the last cup.
"I-I take two sugars in my tea-" Harry tried to tell her.
"No, not real sugar!" Pomfrey placed the tray on the window sill nearby. "It's a saying. I figured you, growing up in the muggle world, would understand that."
"Sorry, Madam Pomfrey."
"No need to apologise, Potter!" She chuckled. "I'll be right back. Do not drink that yet, Harry!"
"Can I drink?" I asked before she left.
"Yes." And she was gone. A second later, as I began sipping my cup, the doors opened back up and I immediately spat out the drink, thinking Pomfrey had come back to tell me it would explode my insides if I swallowed it.