CHAPTER FIFTEEN ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "I don't think that's a good idea."
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Y/N POV
This was an intense game.
The atmosphere in the Quidditch pitch boomed with excitement as Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy raced through the air, their brooms a blur against the blue sky. They were chasing after the Golden Snitch, each of them determined to catch it first.
Suddenly, Draco lost his balance and tumbled from his broom, rolling dramatically on the grass below. I couldn't help but chuckle, amused at his over-the-top reaction to a few scrapes.
But the laughter faded quickly as I watched Harry, who had taken a hard dive after the Snitch, plummet to the ground. My heart raced, and I gasped, instinctively sprinting down the steps, with Hermione and Ron at my side.
"Harry! Are you okay?!" I yelled, rushing to his side as he lay on the grass.
"No, I think my...I think my arm's broken," he managed to say, wincing as he clutched his injured limb.
"Oh no," I said, my voice filled with concern as I knelt beside him.
Just then, I spotted Gilderoy Lockhart strutting toward us. My stomach sank. Harry looked over, and once he saw Lockhart, he stiffened, trying to scoot away from him.
"Not to worry, Harry. I will fix that arm of yours straight away," Lockhart proclaimed with exaggerated confidence.
"I don't think that's a good idea." I said.
"Of course it is! I'm just the one to fix something," he insisted, brushing off my concerns as he leaned over Harry.
"No, not you!" Harry protested.
"Oh, poor boy doesn't know what he's saying. Now, this...won't hurt a bit. Brackium emendo!" Lockhart announced, waving his wand with flair.
A burst of light shot out from the wand, hitting Harry's arm. In an instant, it went numb, then began to bend and flop like jello. I examined it closely, my eyes widening in horror.
He doesn't have any bones!
"What did you do?!" I yelled.
"Ah, yes, well, ha, that can sometimes happen, um, but...uh, the point is, uh..." Lockhart trailed off, oblivious to the chaos he had created as he continued to twist Harry's arm.
The atmosphere filled with collective gasps of everyone watching, horrified by Harry's floppy arm.
"...you can no longer feel any pain, and, heh...very clearly, the bones are not broken," he said with a smile.
