Harry Potter Broken Arm Novels & Stories

And if it wasn’t bad timing, now his parents were in the country. How was he going to explain the broken arm of their only son? "Bro, that was very stupid!" Leio teased him in his hospital suite. "You ended up worse than Allison." "Shut up." He showed his friend his arm in a cast and supported by a sling. It would take some time to recover. He was lucky enough that his doctor said the cast would only be on for four weeks. Now, how did he end up breaking a bone? He had helped a child and protected her from falling debris. He had no regrets. That child might even remember him as her hero. And he was happy to help.

He yanked my arm straight up into the air, stretching my joints to their absolute limit. "What are you—" I bit my lower lip hard, tasting the metallic tang of fresh blood as I held back the groan threatening to rip from my throat. Crazy... bastard. My eyes widened in horror at the smirk playing on the corner of his lips. What was he going to do with my arm?! CRACK! "Arrrgh!" This motherfucker twisted it! He fucking broke my arm! This man is crazy! Trash! A monster!

Ares slapped her ass, telling her to quiet down. My older sister sighed next to me, seeing our childhood friend acting out. "Let me guess. Harry broke up with her." She sighed again and rubbed her temples. "Only two months they dated, and he broke up with her because she is too manly." "I don't know the whole story. She just told me they broke up yesterday during their date." "Harry almost got mugged yesterday, and Jordan caught the guy beating him up. That messed up her whole damsel in distress."

Everyone turned their attention to the nurse that Harry pointed and they were all dumbfounded of what Harry wanted from her. “Harry, what’s wrong?” Frank asks. “Can you say it instead Harry?” Liv questions, nervous of why Harry’s having a hard time moving on his own and why his arm and finger were trembling. Harry groans as he kept pointing at the nurse. “P…P…Pen.” Harry’s voice was soft and was hard to hear. He seems to have a hard time speaking since he hasn’t been able to move or speak for a year. “Can you say it louder son?” Jackson moved closer to Harry’s mouth.

He quickly bent to pick them, then raised his head to see the owner of the voice. James. "Woah, didn't know it was you, Harry," said he. Harry's mouth fell ajar, as his eyes were quick to notice the plaster on The Great Bully's forehead, and the plaster of Paris that strapped his right arm to his left shoulder. The boy had a grin on, "Surprised to see me?" "James — you're back." The boy nodded with an excited grin. He turned to look at the third party, expecting to see Andy, but then. . . .

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

I think the guy gets it now as Harry slowly wipes off his face with the material of his top and a sadistic smile forms on his lips. Before anyone is able to get any word in, Harry uses the handle of his sword to slam against the rogue's nose and everyone within ten feet of the scene flinches and veers back at the sound of a bone cracking. Harry just broke the guy's nose with the sword handle, and he was dangerously unapologetic about it. The rogue makes painful ground as he tries to stop the blood from gushing out of his nose, but fails miserably as the blood spreads all over, and I'm forced to take a step backwards so that it doesn't touch me.

“Your left arm was hit by a deadly spell, André. You’ll never use it again. If that curse had landed a few inches closer, you’d be dead right now.” My voice cracked as I spoke. I tried to stay composed—but the tears came anyway, streaming down my face. He could pretend it didn’t matter, but it did. I wasn’t made of stone. Seeing him like this—broken, forever changed—was more than I could bear. The curse that struck him was one of the most feared in the wizarding world. The fact that he survived was nothing short of a miracle. But even a miracle couldn’t undo the damage it left behind.

Sara got up from the warrior's back, a smug smile of satisfaction on her face. It was bone, alright. His arm had been broken, right in the middle of his forearm. His bones poked out of his skin, pale and milky white in the light of the coffee shop. He howled in pain. Blood pooled around his body as his arm hung limp. Sara turned to the remaining warriors. "Anyone want to try and stop me? I'll increase the number of bones I break for each person, so I suggest you make this quick." They took a step back, worried glances on their faces. Sara smiled diplomatically.

With a crack, his arm broke, and white bone protruded through his skin and flesh. "I'll give you another chance." Woody's voice turned even colder. Instantly, the guy caved in and regretted his stubborn act from earlier.