Harry Potter Broken Arm Novels & Stories

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

“I gave birth to you. So when I tell you to do something. You do it. And that asshole… for laying his filthy hands on you, he got what he deserved. He's lucky he's not even ten feet under by now! How dare he?” “W-what did you… do to Arthur?” Ana asked in a trembling voice, tears still trickling down. “What did you di to him?” Harry stretched out his hand, “Give me your phone.” “Answer me! Where's… Arthur?” “I said, give me your phone!” Harry snarled, “Don't make me repeat myself again.” With shaky hands, she reached for her phone and handed it to him. He snatched it away from her and smashed it on the floor, breaking it into pieces, making everyone jump out of their skin.

“Do you know how much it hurt when Joyce showed off her wedding ring in front of me? Can you make it up to me?” Harry turned pale at her words. He had never experienced everything she said. He wondered how painful it had been for her. He had married Joyce after she hurt Summer. It was another blow to Summer’s sufferings. “You’re right. I can’t make it up to you at all…” Harry murmured. Suddenly, he raised his right hand. Summer was puzzled by his actions. Then, Harry broke his fingers one by one. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The sound of bones breaking kept ringing in Summer’s ears.

A second bolt followed the first, and he rose from the chamber in a panic, moving his arm into the moonlight that streamed through chamber. What he beheld caused him to cry out in horror. His arm was twisted around so drastically it was as if something had attached it to his body incorrectly. It had also broken in two places, white bone protruding just below his elbow. He managed to stagger three steps forward but then collapsed to his knees, weeping in agony, having no understanding of what could have happened to him.

“What did he do to you? Please, let me in your mind… let me see what happened…” “He b-broke… Um… He broke my arm.”

Harry was now sprawled on his back. His arms stretched out crosswise to his sides. His nose was bleeding from the kick he'd received in the face, and he had to cough to get rid of the blood filling his throat. The young redhead let out a pained groan as Alpha Black lifted him by the hair. Harry's usually well-groomed brush cut had grown long enough for the Mad one to grab it quickly.

“Die?” Kaze moved at last. Staying true to his word, he only used one arm. Kaze raised his arm and slapped Sirius’ clawing hand away. “Crack!” Then came a series of splintering noises. As Sirius’ arm hung limp, he made a face of agony and disbelief. That was impossible. Kaze shattered his entire arm. The joints in his wrist and elbow shattered into several pieces. “No!” Sirius looked up at Kaze in rage. Not stopping there, Kaze landed his hand on his cheek with sheer force.

LOGAN’S POV I grunted loudly as I held my hurtung left arm. The arm I I used to cast the spell immediately stopped working. My left arm became temporarily paralyzed. The spell to take someone’s life wasn’t expected to be easy to pull off. My arm may stop working for a weak or two. I managed to take down vampire 1 and 4 but at the cost of my left arm. “How’s that arm?” Gertrude asked. “It’s pretty useless. If it holds me back too much I’ll rip it off,” I said with a serious look on my face.

The memory ached, and I blinked quickly, forcing the tears back. Bella reached for my arm, gently running a soft sponge over my skin, and I stiffened. It was humiliating, being treated like a helpless child. I should’ve been able to handle this, head injury or not. But I stayed still, my gaze fixed on the ripples in the water rather than my reflection. "You asked about Cedric earlier," she said after a long moment of silence. "Do you still want to know?" I hesitated before nodding. "Yeah. What’s he like?"