AN: Good afternoon everyone and happy Wednesday. I am very sorry for not updating sooner but life gets in the way. Same with writer's block. It comes at the worst times. I hope to update more in the future, all of my stories in fact. Now on a side note please don't forget that I started a new story called My Mockingjay, it's The Hunger Games from Peeta's perspective so please go check it out. So today is January 18, 2017 and this is the second chapter today. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's and anything you don't is mine.

Hermione POV

It was very easy for me to get Professor Lockhart to sign my note for Moste Potente Potions. In fact he didn't even check which book I wanted to check out. I frowned absently but didn't say anything as Harry, Ron and I made our way to the library.

Madame Pince, the rather terrifying librarian, stared at the signature to check if it was forged. I almost asked if I could have it back after she slipped it into her drawer but decided against it. She stomped away and came back a few minutes later carrying a thick moldy tome. I went to take the book from her but Madame Pince glared at me. After a long moment she passed me the book. I grimaced but carefully slid the book into my bag.

Harry, Ron and I quickly made our way out of the library and to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle was in a stall crying loudly but we ignored her.

It took me a few minutes to find the potion and when I did my stomach dropped. Some of the things on this list would not be easy to come by, how in the world were we going to find shredded skin of a boomslang. We would have to steal from Snape and I told the boys as much. They were both horrified but it was the only option we had.

"How long will it take to make, anyway?" Harry asked after a moment.

"Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days ... I'd say it'd be ready in about a month, if we can get all the ingredients."

"A month?" Ron asked his eyes bugging. "Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggleborns in the school by then!" My eyes narrowed dangerously, and he added swiftly, "But it's the best plan we've got, so full steam ahead, I say."

We left the bathroom shortly after that. It was hard to work on my homework that night and I eventually pulled out some light Muggle reading instead. Shortly after finishing the third chapter I bid Ron and Harry good night.

The next morning I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs for breakfast. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team had already left to change for the game. I grabbed a piece of bacon, shoved it in my mouth, and made my way down to the Quidditch pitch with Ron by my side. Ron and I got great seats right in the middle, the perfect place to see everything.

"Where is everyone?" I asked checking my watch. Was the time wrong? No, it was almost game time and my housemates from my year weren't here yet.

"Probably still eating." Ron said pulling an apple out of his pocket and took a huge bite. I pulled out my book and read a few lines but it didn't take long for the stands to get so packed that I was completely squished.

I had just shoved my book back in my pocket when the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams made their way onto the field. Ron shouted and cheered while I whistled loudly. Harry smiled and waved at me.

Oliver and Marcus Flint shook hands and glared darkly at each other. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and the fourteen players flew into the air.

Harry had barely flown above the pitch when a bludger almost knocked him off. I gasped sharply at the narrow miss.

"That was way too close!" I yelled to Ron who was staring wide eyed at our best friend. One of the twins came out of nowhere and hit the bludger but it twirled through the air momentarily before pelting after Harry again. I screamed but Harry quickly flew out of the way.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron yelled over the crowd as Harry flew around the Quidditch pitch as fast as he could. It seemed to take all of Fred and George's beater skills and Harry's flying ability just to keep him alive.

"Why hasn't Madame Hooch done anything about it?" I asked as Harry dove away from the bludger. A moment later the whistle sounded and I leaned against Ron's side in relief. "Thank Merlin!"

"Don't thank Merlin yet it looks like they're going back up in the air." Ron was unfortunately right. The players rose back into the air once more and I watched in horrified amazement as Harry ducked, rolled and weaved away from the bludger. Where was the bloody snitch when you needed it?!

Harry froze in the air for a moment and I grabbed Ron's arm. "What is he doing - NOOO!"

The bludger had finally hit its mark and broke Harry's arm. I could tell it was by the unnatural way it lay.

Harry suddenly flew forward at Malfoy, snatched his hand through the air and held up the glittering golden snitch. I gaped as his broom descended quickly, much too quickly and then face planted right in the mud.

"Harry!" I screamed pushing my way through the crowd. Ron was right behind me and so were Dean, Seamus and Neville.

It was hard to get anywhere near Harry but eventually we got through. Professor Lockhart was leaning over Harry holding his wand. Harry seemed to be arguing with the professor.

"Stand back," Professor Lockhart said twirling his wand impressively.

"No - don't -" Harry said weakly, but Professor Lockhart was twirling his wand faster and a second later had directed it straight at Harry's arm. A bright purple light hit Harry's arm and I gasped in horror. Slowly, almost like a balloon, Harry's arm deflated till it looked like the rubber gloves my mother used to clean the stove.

"Ah," Professor Lockhart said flushing an unbecoming blotchy red color. "Yes. Well, that can sometimes happen. But the point is, the bones are no longer broken. That's the thing to bear in mind. So, Harry, just toddle up to the hospital wing - ah, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, would you escort him? - and Madam Pomfrey will be able to - er - tidy you up a bit."

Harry slowly stood to his feet, took a deep breath and looked down at his arm. He paled horribly and shook his head looking rather dazed. When he looked up there was a rather sad look of resignation on his face. I frowned and pulled his good hand into mine as Harry, Ron and I made our way up to the infirmary.

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