Harry Potter Broken Arm Novels & Stories

No, this moment only she knew, she would remember this day carefully! However, she was not happy for long. Her other arm was pulled hard to the left and fell completely into Harry's arms. Raising her head to look at his handsome face, she suddenly felt that this face was not bad. At least on par with her idol, Brian. “Have you joked enough? Do you believe I broke your arm? When you're unemployed, don't meet me to complain." Harry's voice was a chilly blade, his words edged with a sharp warning.

He glared at Willow as a disdainful look appeared on his face. "Who do you think is the one playing games with you? You don't believe me? Alright, then let me show you how sincere I am about this!" Then, Damian raised his leg and stomped hard on Harry's arm. There was a loud crack, and Harry's arm snapped in two. "Ah!" Harry let out another sickening scream as cold sweat poured down his body. He was in so much pain that his entire face was contorted. "Mom, save me! He's a lunatic! He'll really kill me!"

Henry’s piercing gaze was actually quite terrifying. He was just a disabled man in a wheelchair. There was nothing to be afraid of! As soon as he walked over, he tried to pull Henry out of his wheelchair. However, Henry grabbed onto his wrist before he could get his hands on him. Before he could react to what had happened, there was a loud crack that came from his arm! Henry had twisted his arm, and the loud crack was the sound of his arm being broken as he twisted it! “Ah!” Trevor suddenly wailed out in pain. His face contorted from the pain!

I backed away as he raised his hand. "You have a fracture." He said. "You don't care. Don't come near me or I'll lose sight of you." I seriously said before turning away. I went straight out. I went to our dorm and went straight into the room. Ate was even able to sit up because of the shock. "Myghad Atacia all of a sudden — what the hell happened to your arm?!" She asked in shock. I didn't answer her and took a potion from my cabinet. I swallowed it, which made Ate even more panicked.

Thank god I stopped doing drugs or else I don't know what would've happened. Once I'm done, I'm allowed to get out of the empty room and join my dysfunctional family. Harry is wearing wrinkled clothes and he looks like shit, Aiden is wearing Damon's clothes and Dean is still wearing his pajamas like when I left him last night. "All done, now we have to wait," I say and I show Harry my bandaged arm, "My blood was qualified for donation. She said it was the best blood around." She didn’t say that. "That's really good, Lily," he says with a sigh and lifts his hands to his face. I can see there's a thunderstorm inside his head, but he forces a smile, "Did it hurt?"

"Understood, boss. We'll handle it." I leaned against the balcony railing, my eyes fixed on the bustling activity below and contemplating my next move. Another one of my men entered the room, dragging a figure behind him. The man, bloodied and bruised, looked like a broken shell of his former self, his face swollen and contorted in pain. I studied him with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, noting the cuts and bruises that marred his once-smooth skin. This was a man who had seen better days, a man who had crossed the wrong person and paid the ultimate price for his folly.

Blood trickled from the corners of his lips and gradually soaked his shirt. I shouted at the security guards for help. It was only then that the group of people left. Harry looked at me and smiled. “Aurora, you’re here.” I cried and asked if he was in pain. He said, “Nothing. It’s not a big deal.” Right after he said that, he fainted. The doctor said he suffered multiple bone fractures and internal injuries. His medical treatment would require a lot of money and had certain risks. “Please treat him.”

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy When I thought it could not get any worse, Mey had proved me wrong. Not only had she broke my heart, but she also had it trampled as well. There was nothing left but sadness, bitterness, and utter disappointment.

With evidence like this the case is ours. After leaving the lawyer’s house, Jareth takes me to the hospital. As I suspected, I broke my arm. The doctor gives me something for the pain and puts a cast on my broken arm. Then we go back to Jareth’s house, it is already morning, but we do not feel tired, our excitement keeps us awake. “What happened to you?!” Mrs. Jordan exclaims as soon as she sees me coming with the cast on my arm. “She fell down the stairs, we did not want to wake you, so I took her to see a doctor while you were asleep,” Jareth explains to his mother.