Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Broken Arm

Sandra sat in the front with Adonis, Morgan behind them, and Bella beside Dave in the back. Dave’s arm wrapped around her automatically. She leaned into him, breathing him in. Calm followed. “Do you know how Marcus is?” she asked after a moment. “And Elder Ravenn?” Morgan answered with thinly veiled satisfaction. “Marcus has a fractured arm.” Bella winced. “The Elder’s still in recovery,” Morgan continued. “Internal bruising. Some lacerations.” Guilt twisted in her stomach. Dave tilted her face toward him gently. “They earned every consequence, Sugar.”

Elodie was still nagging incessantly. I couldn’t bear this humiliation any longer, I didn’t want to stay here for another second. “Jessica, stop right there!” Lucas grabbed my wrist and pulled me back with such force that it felt like he might crush my bones. “Lucas, look, I need to treat my wound!” I winced in pain as the blisters on my arm had burst, revealing raw, red flesh that was horrifying to look at. Lucas glanced at my arm and eventually let go of my wrist.

Today, in my own operating room, I was being framed as a murderer by a security captain, who had only gotten the job through connections. "Let go of me! You're committing a crime!" I struggled, desperately trying to break free from their grip. But just then, a polished leather shoe came down hard on the back of my right hand. It was Luke. He looked down at me with a cruel smile. Then, he slowly put more pressure on my hand. I heard a sickening crunch. The force crushed my finger bones. The searing pain made my vision blur, and I knew that this hand, which I'd held a scalpel with for over a decade, was ruined.

To express my gratitude to Stephen, my parents prepared a suit of armor with anti-magic defense. I went to deliver it to him. But when I arrived at Stephen’s mansion, I saw Harry walking out the front door. His face was black and blue, his shoulders were covered in scratch marks and blood. His hair was messy. Clearly, he had been beaten by the guards and thrown out. I tried to avoid him, but he came up to me and grabbed my wrist. “You finally came to see me, Ivy,” he said. “I knew you would. I’m sorry, I was too selfish at the ceremony. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“Buddy, looks like you will go ahead also.” “Where are you going?” he asked, his eyes wide “you don’t want to miss it.” “I won’t. I just need to check on Mr Snape, he broke his leg yesterday night, so I am attending to him” I replied, heading to the clinic. Been blessed also with a special skill in medicine, like my mum, I spent most of my time at the pack clinic attending to injured wolves that can not heal quickly due to age, like Mr Snape or bedridden with illness like Mrs Potter.

“I get that but you have to let me do my job. I have your best interest at heart.” “You do?” He smiled and that look was back. “I thought you were trying to leave me paralysed or something.” I scoffed and picked up my board. “How do you feel this morning?” “My spine hurts.” I dropped the board and edged closer to him. I dropped one hand on his shoulder and with the other, I traced his spine. “Yes.” He groaned. “Right there.” I froze for half a second. Heat rose to my cheeks and I licked my lips nervously. He craned his neck to look at me.

Alexander grabbed his collar angrily. “Keep your tone down” Harry removed his hand from him and said splitting fire. “This cheap characterless daughter of yours deserves not one but many slaps. In fact I wanted to kill this slut.” He moved forward and clutched her wrist hard. Her bangles broke due to his harsh treatment causing her to wince in pain. “Harry, you are hurting me”

Robyn found him and played doctor on his wound. "Let's go tell your Mom Beau, she will make it better." The young Beau had shaken his head repeatedly while sobbing which made Robyn cry. They fell asleep. In the week after that, he locked his bathroom and when asked why he was not moving his arm much, he had said he fell in the treehouse but was fine.

No soul can do that and I also expected some power to push me back but nothing like that happened. Pushing the thoughts away I ran towards the horse and saw its injured leg. The leg was broken, it must have fallen hard. I looked at it and caressed its head. I took out my handkerchief and tied it around its feet for temporary support. Looking around for some help I realised there must be something in the carriage. I stepped towards it and found at the very front there was a box hanging. It had potions written on it. I had heard from the other souls that people use potions to get healed here. So, I took the box and started looking for the right one. There was one named ‘broken are the bones, u

Madam Pomfrey visibly pursed her lips in fury and answered. "It was a quidditch accident, Lord Ravenclaw, a simple cracked wrist that I could have fixed in a jiff. But the new DADA professor resolved to take the matter in his own hands instead of taking Mr. Potter to me. The boy even said that tried to stop him, but he insisted on fixing the issue, and he is 'the great' Gilderoy Lockheart." The last part was said with anger in her belly. "He ended up messing the spell up and vanished all of Mr. Potter's arm and hand's bones. And he had the audacity to say after that now that he had no bones, there was no more crack to fix!"