Harry potters little sister

The hospital wing

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"Urghhh I groaned lifting my head up from my pillow. "No...please no" I gasped looking at my wrist. This was probably the worst thing that could happen, Qudditch try outs are this week and with Harry almost definitely captain I was going to go for seeker, beats being chaser any day. I heard a 'beep beep, beep beep' and looked to see a sleep deprived Madam Pomfrey hit the head of an alarm clock. Her eyes half closed she wandered over to me, I closed my eyes tight pretending to be asleep as she came over to my bed. I peaked them open a crack, she had a needle a large one, in fact it was ginormous. She held it to my already propped up wrist, if we were in the muggle world I'm sure it would go right through. Just as the tip scratched my skin, someone run in. "She's here? Good good" the unknown figure said rather hurriedly running to my bed. "Her wrist whats wrong with it?" "She's...she's rather badly shattered her arm bone" A terrified mrs pomfrey stuttered. "Well fix it" the definitely male voice said. The needle plunged into my skin, I shrieked thrashing uncontrollably "bring them in" the man muttered sending his patronus down the hall. Minutes maybe seconds later I was lifted up by three bulky looking men. Still kicking my legs around madly I started to bite them screaming for them to put me down. "Call the dementors off" the man said again to his patronus. I was forced into the mans arms, I immediately retracted but was thrown back in to his grip. Suddenly a howl ran through my lips, I'd seen it before, it was a splint. An apparition gone wrong, not for the group but for me my body writhed, jerking in a strange fashion. Two man linked each of my arms backwards and dragged me down the cool granite path, my feet scraping against the floor and my body weirdly contorted. The tears that had promised not to fall for eight years tumbled out like a waterfall. Life had thrown me down a hill not even I could climb back up. I heard to heavy doors open. "We have here" "well if you value your life we can't keep the dark lord waiting" the frizzy haired lady cackled, I'd seen her face before. But here? Then it hit me she was the escapee Bellatrix Lestrange. And the blond man that took me her must've been Lucias Malfoy. "What have you done to her, the dark lord asked for her strong enough to damage" Bellatrix shrieked. I was cleared up, and fixed. Through many a scream and the non-stop tears my shuddering body made it through. "So Hogwarts happy enough to give her up?" A short dirty looking man grunted to Lucias "Dumbledore was out, so one girl for the whole school seemed like a pretty good deal for them" he replied looking down at this unwanted, and what I presumed, servant. "Huh bet there's gonna be a heroic rescue attempt" the servant scoffed "and that'll bring potter straight into our clasp" he smiled. In my hysterical state I shrieked "no, you'll never get him his much clever then all of you put together" "what even-" Lucias said scornfully "even Voldemort" I said interrupting him with more screeching. "The dark lord wishes to see you now" a stoney faced womb snarled. Blonde again, was this Draco's much loved mummy, Narcissa Malfoy.