Percy Jackson and the Heir of Slytherin [Book 2]

26) The Petrified Boy

"No," Harry said, "but it doesn't do anything else, either."

I opened my eyes and saw Harry sitting on a bed next to me. Ron was helping him into pajamas, and it took me a moment to figure out why.

Harry's arm looked like jelly.

"Wha?" I slurred. I felt really weird. I figured Madam Pomfrey had given me some pain medicine, and that it was messing with my head.

Harry turned to look at me with surprise, Ron doing the same.

"Percy! You're awake!" Ron shouted. Harry sat down on his own bed while Ron and Hermione came over to mine.

"Arrrm?" I struggled. Ron looked at me confused while Hermione snorted, "Harry got hit by a Bludger and broke his arm. Lockhart tried to fix it but instead he just took the bones out."

"Stuupid Professsser," I nodded, turning to look at Harry who was grinning from his bed.

"You're going to be really embarrassed when you aren't so drugged up," Harry said.

I shook my head immediately, "No I not. I gots nothiing to be emberrused 'bout."

Harry just grinned even more.

Madam Pomfrey walked over to Harry, carrying a large bottle. It looked like wine.

"Can't give Hurry that, he's a minnor," I said, pointing at the bottle. Madam Pomfrey wasn't fazed, but I could hear my friends snickering, and I pouted.

Then she gave him the potion, and I was mortified. I couldn't close my mouth, and my eyes got wide. I heard Ron snickering softly.

As Harry was choking on what I had thought to be alcohol, Ron spoke up, "We won, though. That was some catch you made. Malfoy's face... he looked ready to kill!"

"I want to know how he fixed that Bludger," Hermione said darkly.

I shook my head, "Nuh-Uh, he didn do nothin."

Harry whispered something that I couldn't hear, annoying me greatly.

"Draco isn the air. Yer wastin time with tha potionnn," I said, catching their attention.

"What potion, Percy?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Polyjuicce potionn. Duh."

Her eyes widened as she stared at me. Ron and Harry tried to deny it, but Hermione shook her head, "How'd you know?"

"You lied to me. In stuupid's classss. Then, I was in the librery, and you got a bad book. Moste Potente Potions. Bad stuff in there. Juicce was the only one it coulda beeen. I may be an idiot, 'Mioneee, but I ain't stuupid."

Hermione frowned, and said in Greek, "Did you tell Draco?"

"He knows your guys are thinkin stuupid, but he doesn know the stuupid you are tryin to do," I replied back.

Before Hermione could say anything, Gryffindor team walked into the Hospital Wing.

They had all brought a bunch of snacks and things for Harry, looking surprised and confused when they saw me on a bed too. Except for the twins. They looked horrified.

Suddenly, Madam Pomfrey came rushing over, and shouted, "This boy needs rest, he's got thirty-three bones to regrow! Out! OUT!"

The Gryffindor team and our two friends left, and I turned to look at Harry. In my drugged up state, I'm pretty sure I just stared at him stupidly, though I was trying to imagine getting slapped by his noodle arm. He just glanced up at me every once in awhile, asking if I was okay or needed anything.