Harry Potter: The Slytherin Mud-Blood

🦁Quidditch...Dear God🐍

Today was quidditch and I hope this game will be better than last year. And this time is a little nerve-racking because, my Uncle Marc was watching today and I wanted to make him proud. We were at 80-30 with Slytherin winning.

"Pass it here!!" I shouted. The passed the Quaffle and I scored a goal.

*Another goal for Slytherin!* Called out Lee. *They leave Gryffindor 90-30!*

"Alright there, Scarhead?" I hear Draco mock.

"Malfoy, focus on the game instead of your ego!" I got between the two.

Suddenly, a bludger nearly hit us. Harry ducked and Wood told him to be careful. It came back and hit Oliver's broomstick, making him fall.

I dive down to save him and caught him by a landslide. "Thanks, Naomi!"

"No problem, I hope your team catches up and wins!" And I flew back into the game.

I realized that the bludger was only chasing Harry. I tried grabbing it's attention but nothing changed. I assumed, Harry had found the Snitch when I saw him and Draco going after it, shoving each other by the shoulders. They went under the field and after a few moments, they came back up. Draco came out flying and landed on his ass, holding his stomach.

Harry on the hand, still went chasing the Snitch. Then, the bludger came came again and wacked Harry's arm. Still determined to win, he tried using his other arm and reached for the Snitch. He caught it and was dragged across the sand after falling off his broom.

*Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!*

The crowd cheers for the winning team when the same bludger tries to hit Harry again! He dodges from side to side and just in time before it hit his crotch.

Hermione runs over and obliterates the bludger. We all gathered around Harry to see if he's alright.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I think my arms broken." He replied, trying not to move and hissing at the pain.

"Not to worry, Harry, I will fix that arm of yours straight away!" Lockhart proclaimed.

"No, not you." Harry protested, sure of himself that it'll lead to disaster.

"This boy doesn't know what he's saying." Lockhart slowly roll up his sleeve and pulled out his wand. "Now, this won't hurt a bit.. Brackium Emendo!"

I noticed that his arm went a little floppy. But when Lockhart picked it up, it was fucked up! I felt like puking.

"Ah yes, that can sometimes happen. But the point is, you can no longer feel any pain. And very clearly, the bones' aren't broken."

"Broken? There's no bones left!" Objected Hagrid.

"Much more flexible though."

"Oh please! He's needs proper medical attendance!" I said, helping Harry up and brought him to the hospital wing.

The Gryffindor team and a few others joined to be at Harry's bedside and Madam Pomfrey came in with a skeleton bottle in hand.

"-I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back..-"

"You will be able to, won't you?" Asked Hermione.

"Oh, I'll be able to certainly, but it'll be painful. You're in for a rough night, Potter." She pours some of the potion in a cup and gives it to Harry. He takes a sip and immediately spits it out. "Well, what did you expect, pumpkin juice?"

Well, she never said the medication was good tasting....

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I walked through the castle halls, hoping for and good source if art inspiration. I found myself on the bridge with an amazing view of the land. Here is perfect! I began to sketch on my art book until I was finished. I had just realized that is was now dinner time and made my way to the Great Hall.

After dinner, all the Hogwarts students made their way to their dormitories. I got ready for bed and hopped into the covers. But, little did I know that tomorrow would be an embarrassing day for me.....