Harry Potter and the Fortunate Queen

Madam Pomfrey wasn't at all pleased.

"You should have come straight to me!" she raged, holding up the sad, limp remainder of what, half an hour before, had been a working arm. "I can mend bones in a second ... So your one arm will be fine in a minute... but growing the bones back ..."

"You will be able to, won't you?" said Harry desperately.

"I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful," said Madam Pomfrey grimly, throwing Harry a pair of pajamas. "You'll have to stay the night..."

After helping Harry into the Hospital Wing Luna and Colin left. Honestly, Harry didn't want Colin to be there. He was furious Colin will take pictures of his broken arm and boneless arm. Hermione and Chris waited outside the curtain drawn around Harry's bed while Ron helped him into his pajamas.

"How can you stick up for Lockhart now, Hermione, eh?" Ron called through the curtain. "If Harry had wanted deboning he would have asked."

"Anyone can make a mistake," said Hermione giving a side glance to Chris. "And don't forgot he was distracted by Chris. I think if she hadn't interfered then..."

"Sorry." Chris muttered. "I didn't mean to. I was just..."

Chris and Hermione came around the curtain.

"It's ok Chris. I know you were just trying to save me. And trust me it doesn't hurt anymore." Harry said trying to sit up on the bed. "It just doesn't do anything else either."

As he swung himself onto the bed, his arm flapped pointlessly.

Chris bit her lips. Madam Pomfrey came around holding a large bottle of something labeled Skele-Gro.

"You're in for a rough night," she said, pouring out a steaming beakerful and handing it to him. "Regrowing bones is a nasty business."

As Harry drank the Skele-Gro he coughed and spluttered. Madam Pomfrey retreated, leaving Chris, Hermione and Ron to help Harry gulp down some water.

"We won, though," said Ron, a grin breaking across his face. "That was some catch you made. Malfoy's face .... he looked ready to kill..."

"I want to know how he fixed that Bludger," said Hermione darkly.

"We can add that to the list of questions we'll ask him when we'll give him the truth serum." said Harry, sinking back onto his pillows and looking at Chris. Chris didn't say anything, pure guilt was written on her face. Suddenly the door of the hospital wing burst open at that moment. Filthy and soaking wet, the rest of the Gryffindor team had arrived to see Harry.

"Unbelievable flying, Harry," said George. "I've just seen Marcus Flint yelling at Malfoy. Something about having the Snitch on top of his head and not noticing. Malfoy didn't seem too happy."

They had brought cakes, sweets, and bottles of pumpkin juice; they gathered around Harry's bed and were just getting started on what promised to be a good party when Madam Pomfrey came storming over, shouting, "This boy needs rest, he's got thirty-three bones to regrow! Out! OUT!"

Everyone started to leave but Chris didn't move. As everyone left Chris turned towards Harry.

"Sorry Harry.. I thought listening that, Lockhart will not do anything with your hand but I was wrong. Because of me.. I am so... Sorry." Chris said in trembling voice.

"It's really fine Chris. I will be alright by tomorrow I guess. Don't worry it's not your fault. If you hadn't said anything, my broken hand would have been boneless. Lockhart was going to do that anyway." Harry tried to smile.

Chris nodded without smiling.

"You take rest. I will see you later." She said and left.

At dinner, Gryffindors' table were celebrating their victory over Slytherins. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs also joined them. Chris, Colin and Luna sat together. Colin took many pictures of the Gryffindor team and others celebrating. Everyone was happy. Fred and George were singing a song about Harry's courage and Malfoy's stupidity.

"Chris?" Colin said while eating.

"Yeah Colin?" Chris asked.

"Well... I was thinking if you want to come with me to the Hospital wing?"

"Hospital wing?"

"Yes. I was thinking to give Harry some fruits and ask him how is he?" Colin said.

"It's late Colin. You want to go after dinner? You can do it tomorrow."

"No.... Please.. I want to, now. Please? I would have gone alone but I think if I go alone I'll make a fool out of myself." Colin made a sad face.

"Fine. Don't go alone. It's not safe. I'll go." Chris said smiling.

After dinner they said bye to Luna and went towards the Hospital wing.

"Do you think he will like grapes?" Colin asked while excitedly walking.

"I think, yes." Chris chuckled seeing his face.

"You know I can feel, if it wasn't for you then I'll never get a chance to talk to Harry. You know people doesn't take me very seriously." He grinned. "Though I don't have many friends, I know, You're a great friend Chris."

Chris just smiled and felt something passing behind them. Chris sharply turned around and got a glimpse of a robe. Without saying anything Chris tried to follow the person.

Who are you?

"Chris! Chris!" Colin called from behind and tried to follow Chris.

Chris turned a corner and found a empty hallway. She looked around but no one was there.

I swear I saw you. Can it be the heir?

She sighed. Then a dangerous thought hit her...

If the heir was here then he will attack someone.

She turned and saw Colin was not behind her. She ran. Their was no sound of Colin. Chris's heart started to beat fast in fear and then she saw her fear coming true. Colin was on the floor, clutching his camera in front of his face, completely stiff and still like a statue.

"COLIN!"