the twins that lived marauders era react

no longer safe

[Meanwhile back with the Gryffindors]

"No one cares about the stupid spawn I want to know if my butterfly is okay" Bellatrix scoffed "Yea what crazy lady said" Barty yelled back Bellatrix sent him stinging hex Meanwhile Regulus was glaring holes in the back of Harry's head the boy simply rolled his eyes "wait where's Hermione" Ron whispered Harry turns and looks around "sitting next to Draco its clear what's going on" Harry scoffed "she will pay" Ron snapped quietly.

[Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid run to Harry as Lockhart runs to him followed by another group of students.]

Harry: [as his friends reach him] Thank you.

Hermione: Are you okay?

Harry: No. I think my... I think my arm's broken.

Lockhart: [kneeling down beside Harry] Not to worry, Harry. I will fix that arm of yours straight away.

"The only thing you'll do is make it worse" Sirius rolled his eyes.

Harry: No. Not you.

Lockhart: Poor boy. Doesn't know what he's saying. Now, this... [pulls back Harry's sleeve] won't hurt a bit. [Ron and Hermione glance at Hagrid worriedly; he gives them a reassuring look as Lockhart pulls out his wand and points it at Harry's arm] Brackium Emendo. [his wand emits a blue light, which then recedes; Lockhart drops his wand and lifts Harry's arm, which is now limp and slushy; Ron and the other students groan in disgust; even Hermione is repulsed] Yes, well, that can sometimes happen. But, uh... the point is... [moves Harry's limp right hand back] you can no longer feel any pain. And, very clearly, the bones are not broken.

The whole hall turned away from the screen in disgust.

Hagrid: "Broken"? There's no bones left! [Harry's right hand falls back]

"That is fucking disgusting" Barty groaned.

Lockhart: Much more flexible, though.
[In the hospital wing, Mia Potter lays in a hospital bed, next to her Alexis and Mattheo at her bedside as Madame Pomfrey comes in carrying a bottle of Skele-Gro.]

"My poor princess" James pouted "This is why women shouldn't be playing that game" Molly sassed "HOW DOES SHE KEEP BREAKING MY SPELL" Mia yelled

Madame Pomfrey: Oh, Miss Potter if your feeling well enough you may go now [she smiles and moves to Harry's bed, where the Gryffindor Quidditch team, as well as Colin, Ron, and Hermione are all gathered] Out of my way. Out of my way. Should've been brought straight to me. I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back...

Hermione: You will be able to, won't you?

"She's done it for me since my first year" James shrugged "just like their father" Pomfrey sighed.

Madame Pomfrey: Oh, I'll be able to, certainly. But it'll be painful. [pours Skele-Gro into a glass] You're in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is a nasty business. [hands the glass of Skele-Gro to Harry; he drinks it, then, disgusted by the taste of it, spits it out and winces] Well, what do you expect, pumpkin juice? [puts the glass on the bedside table]

James gagged remembering how it taste.

[It is nighttime; Harry is sound asleep when he suddenly hears the foreboding voice again.]

"Not again" Regulus groaned.

Ominous Voice: Kill. [Harry awakens] Kill. [he looks around] Time to kill. [he puts on his glasses and looks up at the ceiling, listening to the chilling, monstrous sounds, then comes face-to-face with Dobby, who is sitting on the edge of his bed, smiling at him]