saint potter- h.p

2.7

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jelly armed loser
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"Oh Mr Malfoy stop making such a fuss you can go!" A distressed Madame Pomfrey said to the wailing Draco as she rushed over to Harry's bed.

"And (l/n) here thought Malfoy could beat Potter, even with a rogue bludger hounding him he still won us the game." Fred chortled patting Harry's boney arm.

Harry smirked teasingly, "You really thought Malfoy could beat me??" He exaggerated the 'me'.

(y/n) annoyed, hit Freds shoulder. "Look what you've done, his egos bigger than Snapes nose."

Harry smiled proudly, so she marched over to his jelly arm and swung it around hitting his head with it.

"OUT OF MY WAY! MISS (L/N) LET GO OF MISTER POTTERS ARM!" Madame Pomfrey shouted to the group crowded along Harry's bed. (y/n) dropped his arm and backed away slowly as he used his good arm to rub his head.

"Should have been brought straight to me I can mend bone in a second." Madame Pomfrey placed down an unpleasant looking bottle shaped like a skeleton with SKELE-GROW in big bold letters on it. "But growing them back!"

"You will be able to won't you?" Hermione said hopefully.

Madame Pomfrey nodded her head rapidly, "Oh i'll be able to certainly, but it'll be painful." She poured the medicine into a glass, handing it to Harry. "You're in for a rough night Potter regrowing bones is a nasty business."

Harry took a large gulp of the medicine but spat it out soon after, spraying it all over his bed.

Madame Pomfrey groaned. "Well what do you expect? Pumpkin Juice?"

"Spitters are quitters scarhead." (y/n) whispered to him making sure Madam Pomfrey couldn't hear. He scrunched his nose in disgust and she ruffled his hair.
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kill... kill

(y/n) bursted up out of bed, hair drenched in sweat, clutching her blankets.

come to me.. kill

Her eyes trailed the walls watching for anything that could be the source of the voice.

"(y/n) are you okay?" Hermione's soft voice mumbled from her bed beside (y/n), who hadn't even noticed that she woke up.

She glanced at her quickly studying her confused expression. "Splendid."

"You're shaking." Hermione walked over to (y/n)s bed sitting down beside her, her bushy hair sticking out all over from being slept on.

"Am I? Oh hadn't noticed how odd." (y/n)s breathing steadied, but she couldn't keep eye contact with Hermione.
She wanted to tell her about the voices, but it seemed irrational, chances were Hermione would think she was crazy and go off and tell a professor.

(y/n) knew she wasn't crazy, but it was starting to seem like everyone else thought she was, Draco and his friends say she's lost her marbles.

But then again her mother didn't seem to think she was mental, and the Slytherins can be very unobservant. Maybe Hermione might know something that could help, she was pretty smart.

"Mione do you ever hear voices?" (y/n) said quietly, just in case one of the other girls was awake.
She watched as her expression changed from one of confusion to realization.

"Well no but.." She hesitated averting her eyes, "Harry has."

"Great so I am insane." (y/n) threw her head back into her pillow.

"You're not insane." Hermione sighed, almost as if she didn't believe herself.
"What do the voices say?"

"Something about killing, I don't know but it's freaking me out." (y/n) closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.
A part of her was relieved that she wasn't the only one hearing voices but she was also really concerned. Whenever something strange happened to Harry, it didn't end well.