Chapter 3/7 (Year 1)

I woke up lying on an uncomfortable bed, one that felt like I was lying on a pile of bricks. I groaned as I sat up, my head feeling like someone had grabbed a sledgehammer and was beating me over the head with it.

The women who was looking through a cabinet of potions snapped her head to me, so fast I heard a crack. I saw her wince before rushing over to me, waving her wand over my body and uttering words of Latin.

"Mr Weasley, sit down! you have broken your arm in several different places and need to rest" Wait, broke my arm? and sure enough, when I looked at my arm, there was a cast with some signed signatures on it.

"Wait, why didn't you heal me then?" She huffed at my rudeness.

"Because your magic wouldn't respond well to it, every attempt to fix it only seemed to damage your arm more" She shook her head. "I practically had to levitate your sister out, she wouldn't leave your side"

"Wait, how long was I out?" I asked as she moved to a table with some potions on it.

"Oh about a week" She said casually as she placed some potions on a tray and carried them over.

"A week!" I yelped, what had caused me to be out for a week? "How!?"

"Remember that damage that I mentioned?" I nodded. "That was what caused you to faint for a week"

Shit, what type of shit could my magic have done? I sunk into my mindscape, finding myself in front of my lion form's tree, the place my animagus seemed so fond of. Looking around I found my magic and lion form playing some weird game of tag.

I whistled to get their attention and they bounded over(Or flew in my magics case) to me. I sat down and looked them both in the face(Or tried to with magic).

"Alright guys, I need one of you to fess up. One of you has been stopping potions affecting me, and that is hurting me, I need you to tell me and stop doing it"

Lion stared directly at me and nuzzled me while magic looked away guiltily.

"Magic, what did you do?" But I already knew that he was the one responsible. I sighed. "Magic, just don't do that again, okay?"

I left after magic started giving me his weird version of puppy dog eyes, and found myself at the sight of the pitch black hospital wing. I must have spent more time in my mind than I thought.

With nothing more to do, I fell asleep.

The next day I was assaulted by a deadly projectile named the Ginny Weasley.

When Ginny and Luna visited I originally thought that it would be a relaxing and chill affair, I didn't expect Ginny trying to beat me over the head with a frying pan. "OW! What the fuck was that for!?" I exclaimed rubbing my head. "Where did you even get a frying pan?" I asked, a bit confused by where she got it from, or where she hid it.

She sniffed while Luna was busy looking out the window at the birds or clouds. "Fred and George showed me" My other family members had visited me earlier, and the only reason Ginny and Luna hadn't arrived sooner was becuase Ginny had detention.

"Well remind me to punch them for it" I gave a grin at them, trying to reassure their hidden worries. Ginny's lip trembled before she threw herself on me.

"We thought you were dead. You were just lying there and it w-was" She broke down and I held her, whispering soothing things with Luna.

"It's ok now, isn't it" Luna said before raising an eyebrow at me.

"Of course!" I lied, not wanting her to know the full extent of what my magic had done.

Thankfully that before Ginny could call my bluff, the nurse(Madame Pomfrey I think her name was?) interrupted them and said that I would be able to leave the hospital wing tomorrow and that visiting hours were nearly done.

It took me about ten minutes before I could convince Ginny it would be alright for her to leave me.

My first meeting with peeves, the resident poltergeist of Hogwarts when I left the Hospital wing early in the morning.

I was coming out the door when a water balloon dropped onto the ground next to me. I definitely did not scream. I looked up, cursing(Not the spell kind). Madame Pomfrey poked her head out and said "Language!".

I grumbled and said to the annoying ghost wearing the most eye watering clothes ever.

"What the fuck do you want?" I said irritable(Hey sue me, I'm grumpy in the morning) as the annoying ghost laughed his head off. "Oi, I'm talking to you"

I sent a spell at him, and watched it go straight through his transparent body.I stalked past him, unknowingly echoing the walk of a certain potions professor.

And right into Lockhart. "Oh fuck my life" He frowned, before trying his damn best to outshine the sun with his teeth.

"I know! For that language, you can be my teaching assistant for the rest of the day" He said as if that was the best idea ever.

"Oh god kill me" I groaned while looking at the window about five feet away from me, I could probably survive the fall. Without letting me reply to his sudden statement, he dragged me to his classroom. Where Harry Potter and the rest of the Golden Trio had class.

And that's how Gilderoy Lockhart ended up in the hospital wing from some "mysteriously" freed creatures that attacked him.

AN:So I just want to apologise for this chapters length, I've had a bad case of writers block and had to deal with so much homework the teachers our giving me becuase exams are nearing,Hooray. Next chapter will be longer, promise.