Sick Boy

Chapter 1

Bone chilling rain and whispering wind pushed brutally against Harry's body. He gripped his boom, searching for a golden snitch that was nearly impossible to see through the cold November weather. Harry was freezing, tired, and hungry. They had been practicing quidditch for hours, yet they haven't made much progress. All he wanted to do was be inside, eating a warm meal by the roaring fire.

"Harry! Come down! We're not gonna anything done in this weather!" A voice shouted from the ground.

Happy to oblige, Harry flew as fast as he could to the ground, only to hit something so hard it knocked his breath out, and he collided into the muddy ground

"Haha! Should've watched where you were going, Pottah!!" Sneered a voice.

Harry groaned, clutching his ribs, which were undoubtedly broken.

"HARRY!" Shouted several of his teammates. "Hey, you okay?" Asked Oliver as he crouched down at Harry's side, helping him sit up. Harry nodded, still trying to catch his breath.

"What did you do that for Malfoy?!" Yelled Katie angrily. "I didn't do it on purpose. How was I supposed to know you guys were practicing quidditch?" Malfoy answered in a fake, innocent voice. Katie stormed towards Malfoy and put a finger in his face. "Everyone knows this is when we're practicing quidditch, and what are YOU doing putting up invisible wires up in the field?!" Malfoy shrugged and strutted away towards Crabbe and Goyle, who were laughing by the stands.

"Bloodly hell, I hate him." Katie growled. "Do you think you'll be okay to play in this upcoming match?" She asked Harry. "Yeah, just bruised ribs is all." He lied, not wanting to worry anyone. "Well, let's get you to the hospital wing. Think you can walk?" Wood asked Harry. Harry nodded.

Wood and Katie put Harry's arms over their shoulders to support him. "The rest of you wash up and go to supper. You've earned it."

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"Right, Potter! You've done it this time!" Madame Profrey ticked. "Two broken ribs and the rest extremely bruised! I can fix the broken ribs, but you're gonna feel sore for the next few days." She warned.

"Alright, well, hurry up! I'm hungry!" Harry groaned as his stomach growled. "Impatient -" She murmured, walking away to grab some potions.

"Here, drink this." She demanded, bringing the nasty potions to his lips. He swallowed but immediately regretted it and gagged. "Drink it all, Potter! She scowled. "Why are they always so nasty." Harry complained when he finished it. She ignored him and started wrapping bandages around his ribs.

"There, all free to go." She sighed happily when she was satisfied with her work. "Finally." Harry said, getting out of the hospital bed, not even bothering to say it quietly. "How about, thank you." She said, handing him clean robes. "Yes, yes, thank you." Harry said, scrambling out of the hospital wing still slipping on his robes. "Boys." Madame Profrey scoffed, rolling her eyes.

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Harry scrambled through the great hall over to the Gryffindor table next to Hermione and Ron. "Harry! Where have you been!?" Herimone hissed. "The hospital wing." He answered piling food on his plate. "Why? What happened? Are you okay?" Ron asked with a mouth full of food. Harry told them what Malfoy did and about his broken ribs. "Why in Merlin's beard would he do that?" Herimone wondered. "Herimone. He's Malfoy." Ron said simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Herimone rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Harry. "Your hair is still all wet. Why haven't you dried it off?" She asked in a bossy voice.

Harry just rolled his eyes in response. "Harry, you could get sick!" She sighed exasperated. "No, I won't." Harry sighed, sipping his pumpkin juice. "Herimone?" Ron asked, changing the subject. "Yes, Ronald?" Can you help us study for Snape's test for tomorrow?" He asked hopefully. "What?! You guys haven't started studying yet?!" She gasped, leaning forwards. "You've had all week!"