I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING AFFILIATED WITH IT. I ONLY OWN DEVYN AND HER PARENTS.

Chapter 12

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked Harry as they all ran down to where Harry was lying on the ground. Harry sat up and cradled his arm.

"No, I think…I think my arm's broken," Harry said. Devyn could tell he was in a lot of pain, and not being able to help him was bothering the hell out of her. The fact was, however, that she had no clue how to heal bones, and if she tried (which she wasn't stupid enough to do), she could make things much, much worse for Harry.

"Well, don't worry, Harry, Madam Pomfrey will have that mended in a second," Neville told Harry, to many nods coming from the people around them.

"No need, Mr. Longbottom!"

Devyn closed her eyes when she heard the one voice that grated her nerves more than Draco Malfoy's – that belonging to Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Not to worry, Harry. I will fix that arm of yours straight away!" Lockhart said. Devyn flared up at once.

"No, you will not! We are taking Harry to Madam Pomfrey. She will fix Harry's arm, not you."

"Miss Murphy, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were questioning my magical skills."

"Clearly, you don't know better because that's exactly what I am doing. You let loose a cage of insane pixies in the classroom and then ran off without telling us how to fight them. Do you really think that I'm going to let you just heal Harry's arm, when you don't even know how to fight pixies? Are you that mentally unstable?"

Devyn heard Neville snort but Lockhart was not amused. "Miss Murphy, if you don't watch your mouth, I will have no choice but to give you detention. As for right now, however, Harry needs medical help and I am qualified to do so. Please step aside."

Lockhart actually had the nerve to push her out of the way so he could get to Harry. Devyn felt her anger reach a boiling point and was about a millisecond from wolfing out on Lockhart, but then she locked eyes with Neville, which, for some reason, calmed her down completely.

"No," Harry said weakly, looking at Lockhart, who had just knelt down beside Harry. "Not you."

"Oh, poor boy doesn't know what he's saying…" Lockhart muttered with a chuckle. Now this…" Lockhart pushed Harry's sleeve up gently, clearly trying to save him from any pain, but considering his arm was broken, and that wasn't really going to happen. Harry winced and Lockhart continued, "…won't hurt a bit."

Lockhart raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's arm. "Brackium emendo!"

"Again with the made up spells…" Devyn muttered. And she was right, of course. Unfortunately, unlike the pixie spell, this did have an effect. A bright blue light glowed around Harry's arm and when it faded…

"Eurgh!" was the general consensus. Lockhart hadn't healed Harry's broken bones - he had removed them.

"Oh, this is just perfect! Good job, Professor!" Devyn said angrily. Lockhart glanced at her and then turned back to Harry, who was looking at his arm with a disturbed look on his face. This was completely reasonable, though, considering his arm was just hanging there limply like a rag doll. Harry couldn't even move it anymore – it just hung there in the air.

"Ah, yes, well," Lockhart stammered, "that can sometimes happen, um, but, uh, the point is, uh….you can no longer feel any pain and very clearly, the bones are not broken."

"Broken?!" Hagrid asked in outrage. "There's no bones left!"

"And this is why I wanted to take him to Madam Pomfrey, but NO. You," she pointed at Lockhart, "had to go and be a show-off, although the only thing you showed us was how not to heal a broken arm, and now Harry's missing the bones in his arm. Great job. Come on, guys. We've got to get Harry to Madam Pomfrey."

"Miss Murphy, I have tried to be lenient with you, but now you've given me no choice. I'm giving you detention for tomorrow night and –"

"-Gilderoy!"

Devyn spun around when she heard McGonagall's voice. She walked right up to Lockhart and said, "I just witnessed Miss Murphy berating you for something you shouldn't have done in the first place. You should have listened to Miss Murphy and allowed her and her friends to take Harry to the Hospital Wing. I don't see any reason to give Miss Murphy detention."

"She was insulting me, Minerva. I thought, as a teacher, it was my right to give detentions as I see fit."

"It is, Gilderoy. However, that doesn't mean that you can give a student detention for speaking the truth, no matter how rude or insolent they may sound. Miss Murphy," McGonagall said, turning to Devyn. "You do not have to serve detention. Now, would you and your friends please escort Harry to the Hospital Wing at once?"

"Yes, Professor," Devyn replied, grinning. McGonagall winked almost imperceptibly at her and Devyn tried very hard not to laugh at Lockhart's face. He looked as though he couldn't believe what had just happened.

While Devyn, Neville, Ron, Hermione, and the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team were standing around Harry's bed, Malfoy was behind them on one of the beds, moaning and groaning in pain from his impact about an hour earlier.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss, you can go!" Madam Pomfrey snapped at him. Devyn smirked and then quickly moved out of the way as Pomfrey said, "Out of my way, out of my way! Should've been brought straight to me. I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back…"

"You will be able to, won't you?" Hermione asked, clearly worried. Madam Pomfrey looked at her and nodded, "Oh, I'll be able to certainly. But it'll be painful."

She turned to Harry and said, "You're in for a rough night, Potter. Re-growing bones is a nasty business."

She handed Harry a cup with clear liquid in it, which had come from a bottle shaped like a skeleton from the skull to the ribcage, which was labeled, "SkeleGrow". Devyn remembered seeing a similar bottle when she awoke from that two-day long coma she was in, when her skull had been bashed open from the fight with Quirrell.

Harry took a sip of it and spit it out almost immediately, making several of his teammates jump back to avoid getting sprayed with the liquid.

"Ugh," Harry grimaced and Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes. "Well, what did you expect? Pumpkin juice?"

Harry tried again to drink some of the SkeleGrow, and this time, managed to actually swallow it. Devyn and Neville went to talk to Madam Pomfrey.

"Is he going to be okay?" Devyn asked. Madam Pomfrey looked up at her and her eyes softened. She nodded.

"Yes, Harry will be fine. He'll be in for a rough night, like I said, but he'll be just fine. And how are you doing, Devyn? Any residual effects from your head injury?"

Devyn shook her head and said, "No. Everything's perfectly normal. Thank you for fixing me up, by the way. I don't think I ever said thank you."

Madam Pomfrey smiled and said, "It was no problem. That's my duty as the nurse. If I may ask, how did Harry lose the bones in his arm?"

"Lockhart."

"Oh…what did he do now?"

"He tried to heal Harry's arm with some bogus spell and ended up removing the bones from Harry's arm. I told him that we were bringing Harry to you, but he pushed me out of the way and wouldn't take no for an answer."

Madam Pomfrey nodded and said, "I don't know why Dumbledore ever hired him. I suppose it was only because he was the only one who was stupid enough to apply for the job. After what happened to Quirrell, no one wanted it."

"Quirrell got what was coming to him," Devyn said, a hint of savageness in her voice. Madam Pomfrey nodded and said, "I agree, but it's been very difficult trying to get anyone to apply for the job. Finally, Lockhart sent in his application and Dumbledore had no choice but to appoint him. He was the only one who even applied."

"Yeah, well… thank you, Madam Pomfrey. Keep an eye on Harry, won't you? I don't want him to be in pain."

"I'll try."

And with that, Devyn, Neville, Hermione, and Ron said their goodbyes to Harry and went back to Gryffindor Tower. Devyn could only hope that Harry made it through the night without too much pain.