Trip Through time

I'm fine

I bit my lip in concentration. I didn’t like using my left hand when I was writing, but when I have a sharp knife in it, it made the stakes a little higher. Of course Malfoy wouldn’t let me do anything but cut so now I’m stuck.

I had tried to get partnered with Ron, so I didn’t have huge problems but Snape loved making my life hell.

“Come on Potter, I need those ingredients. Are you so incapable you can’t even do the simple tasks?” Malfoy growled as I slammed the knife down.

“Maybe instead of making fun of me you could help.” I snapped back as he growled.

“I only told you to do one simple thing, if you’re so incapable that cutting ingredients causes you problems then why should I trust you to do anything else?” Malfoy snapped back as my urge to attack him skyrocketed.

“Maybe because I would do better when I’m not half afraid of cutting my fingers off, I can actually do stuff!” I shouted as my hand curled into a ball.

“Ah, Potter afraid of a pretty knife. You’re pathetic if you can’t cut up ingredients without being afraid,” Malfoy sneered.

That’s the last straw. “Well sorry is my disability is causing you so much trouble! Next text time someone destroys my hand I’ll ask them to shatter my left because that’s totally going to allow me to do anything! And would practice trying to cut in my spare time but I’m a bit preoccupied by learning how to write, I don’t exactly have time or the will to bother with something that is only going to affect one subject!”

The room fell quiet. My breath was ragged and harsh. Malfoy looked more than shock but I couldn’t care less. I was done. I grabbed my bag and stormed out, ignoring Professor Snape’s shouting.

I walked straight to the common room as I collapsed onto my bed. I didn’t want to deal with this. Anything was better than this. I would prefer to be running in the outskirts of no man’s land with nothing but a knife then being here… Come to think of it I have done that. Point still stands.

I hear small breaths coming from the door were Ron most likely was. “I know you’re there. I’m not in the mood for a lecture.” I grumbled while closing my eyes.

“Harry, I’m not going to lecture you.” Moine stated as I looked at her.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you were Ron.” I apologised as I sat up and crossed my legs.

“Harry, what happened?” Moine asked me as she sat on my bed.

“Which part? Malfoy annoying me or me snapping at him?” I asked silently hoping she wasn’t going to ask.

“Harry, I want to know about what you shouted. About your hand.” Moine stated with a disapproving look.

“Yeah, thought you would. Ron didn’t tell you?” I asked as she shook her head. Huh, thanks Ron… I guess. “I was in a car crash. My hand was crushed beyond saving and I can’t feel it let alone use it. So I’m stuck learning everything again.”

I didn’t want to lie to her but I knew I had to. She wasn’t going to leave without an answer and I wasn’t going to tell her the truth.

“Why didn’t you tell the teachers? They could have helped.” Moine asked as I sighed.

“I didn’t want to be treated differently,” I muttered as she shook her head.

“Well, it’s too late now. Everyone is going to know about your argument with Malfoy by lunch,” Moine stated bluntly.

“Yeah, I’m aware of that,” I snapped back as I rubbed my eyes.

“Can I see it? You never know, there might still be a chance at saving it.” Moine stated hopefully but it did nothing to raise my spirits.