I had managed to separate my shoulder. Madam Pomfrey managed to put it back in place, but I'd be stuck with the aftermath of it. Apparently I was lucky that my collarbone didn't move out of position. She and I had a different idea of lucky. I'd have to deal with the swelling, bruising. I had slight damage to nerves, and my muscles meaning I'd be stuck with a sling, and not allowed to use my arm till the swelling and pain dies down. Sadly, I wasn't allowed to carry any sort of pain killer potion on me. If I wanted a potion I'd have to either come straight back to the wing. I'd rather suffer through the pain, while I made my own potion than, constantly come back, like a sick puppy. I'd likely be able to find how to make the potion in a book.
Sitting on a bed, I was sitting in just a bra, thankful Snape had left to do whatever, likely tell Dumbledore. It would just be embarrassing if he had stuck around. I had been holding my right arm in place. I had been given the pain potion earlier, just before the damned crazy woman, Madam Pomfrey had set it in its place, I had felt the pain of it happening anyways.
As I stared at my hand all I could think was , how stupid thing to do, I should've landed on my other arm. Now I'd have to become a ambidextrous, or get really good with my nonverbal and wandless magic, rather then having to nearly die for it to fully work. As my right hand, was my dominate hand, for just about everything.
"You'll want to come visit me three times a day, so do some exercises" Madam Pomfrey instructed.
I scofted at the idea, as if, I would take time away from my studies.
"Hate the idea as much as you'd like, but if you want your shoulder to be back to as it was before, you'll need to practice stretching and strengthening exercises." She warned me, "It'll get worse otherwise, and then you'[ll be rushed out of here and require surgery, which may lead to you missing classes"
"Fine, I'll show up at least twice a day, before breakfast and after dinner" I replied quickly, she must've read my mind, or something.
She nodded, "Good, now you may leave, but comeback here if anything happens to it, alright?" I simply nodded at her instructions, eager to leave.
She proceeded to help me, put my shirt back on. By how hard it was to put on, this entire shoulder ordeal was going to suck. I was then given a sling, that I was happy to get. Not having to hold my own arm, that still felt like dead weight, the sling held my arm, up. I had put my robe over it, followed by the green and grey scarf.
"Thank you Madam Pomfrey" I whispered, grateful for the sling, I then walked out of the hospital wing. I took notice that my bag was next to the door, lifting it up, I instantly regretted putting the strap over my right shoulder. This was going to be a serious adjustment. I put the strap on my good shoulder, and went on the hunt for Hermione. She still had Capone.
Once I saw Hermione, I saw she was with Harry, Ron and Hagrid. On my friends shoulder was my favorite creature, Capone.
"Hey! Hold up!" I yelled, not ready to run to catch them, that would involve moving my shoulder, and that would hurt. Thankfully they stopped allowing me to catch up.
Hermione, looked at me, "Are you okay?" she asked as I got closer, Capone, jumped from her shoulder onto mine, thankfully Hermione was on my left, I had no idea if I could handle Capone jumping on my other shoulder. we all then started walking
I shrugged, "Working on it, just no one touch my right side" I looked to Harry, "Congrats on the win." I smiled lightly at him.
"Thanks, it was a close game" He replied, with sympathy in his eyes. Stop looking at me like I'm dead!
"Heard you separated your shoulder, glad you we're kept in on peice" Hagrid spoke up, as he lead us, to who knows where. Which reminded me, I had to ask about Fluffy.
"Can you tell me about Fluffy?" I questioned quickly.
"Now who told you about Fluffy?" He questioned, turning his head at me, "you know his name?" I only shrugged, I was stopped from answering by the sharp pain that accord once I shrugged. I'm never going to get used to this!
"Fluffy?" Ron questioned, in shock, not believing that the beast had a name.
"That thing has a name?" Hermione asked, just as puzzled as Ron.
Hagrid seem to chuckle at their surprise as he went to explain "Of course he has a name. He's mine" He seemed so proud, as he went on, "I bought him off an Irishman. I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-" We all looked to him, but he seemed to realize what he was saying, as he shook his head, "Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! That's top-secret." He scolded us and himself.
"Bug Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snapes trying to steal it" Harry objected, wanting to know what Fluffy was guarding. I just rolled my eyes, I doubt Snape is the problem.
Hagrid than replied, before I could argue with Harry, "Codswallop. Professor Snape, is a Hogwarts teacher. " He stopped us from walking facing us. I'm not accusing him! Lay off.
"Teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them." Hermione objected, I raised a brow at her, spell?
"What spell?" I questioned, curious as to what she was talking about. What had I missed?
"I'm not sure, but you've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking, he was staring right at Harry while his broom was acting up" She answered, looking to Hagrid.
Harry nodded, "Exactly"
"Well, that's only proof a spell was used, not proving he was doing anything bad" I interjected, "He might have, just started using a spell, when you looked at him, it doesn't mean much, if you can't tell what kind of spell or spells were used on the broomstick, or what spell Snape was using" Snape wasn't terrible. Then again, he's partly responsible for my current pain.
Hagrid seemed almost relieved that I wasn't on the same line of questioning as the others were, as he spoke again in a low, warningful tone, "Now you listen to me, the four of you, you're meddling in things that oughta not to be meddled in. It's dangerous." He went on, giving more information, then he intended, "What that dog is guarding is between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel." Nicholas Flamel? How do I know that name?
The other seemed to caught the name also, "Nicholas Flamel?" Harry questioned.
Hagrid's mouth dropped a bit, realizing what he had said, "I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have said that." He kept repeating himself as he turned away and walked.
I grabbed Harry's arm, as he took a step forward, He turned to me, "Leave him, let him recover over the information he's given us, today, lets see what we can find out about Flamel, and see if we can find out what he and Dumbledore have been up too" I instructed, him and the other two, figuring we wouldn't be able to get more out of Hagrid, at least not today.
"Nicholas Flamel. Who's Nicholas Flamel?" Harry whispered lowly.
"I don't know" Hermione responded, Ron seemed oblivious to the name as well. I only gave a one sided shrug.
I found myself in the library for the next couple of weeks, with Hermione, whenever I wasn't in class, looking for anything on Nicholas Flamel. Sitting alone in the library, multitasking, while looking for anything on Nicholas Flamel, and having my charmed quill writing an essay for my astronomy class. I couldn't find anything on the name. Grunting I leaned back in my chair. Maybe, I'm going about this wrong. Perhaps, I need to be looking at the name, itself, not the person. Nicolas Flamel. Sounds French, does this library have a French subscriber directory? Getting up quickly, I walked to the desk of Pince, whom just gave me a look.
"Does this, library have anything on French townships?" I questioned.
She raised a brow, "Not, that I know of, why who are you looking for?"
Nicholas Flamel, I thought carefully picking the first French name that came to mind, "The last name of Floquart" I answered. That's French enough?
She then disappeared looking through the books I presume. As I waited at her desk, someone had pulled me around, whipping me around to look at them.
With a groan of pain, I looked to see Ava, a look of worry, holding up The Daily Prophet. It reminded me, I never wrote to our parents. Oh hell.
"What does it say?" I whispered, to afraid to read it myself.
She looked to the paper, and began reading it aloud to me, "Ravenclaw in Slytherin! Over the weekend it has been found out that one of the descendant's of one of the four founders of Hogwarts, Rowena Ravenclaw, was sorted into Slytherin! Could this be a mistake? Or is she not a true heir? More on page eight"
Not a true heir? Stung into my mind, "What more do they have?" I questioned.
She opened to what I presumed to be page eight, "Amber Rose Ravenclaw, a descendant of the great, Rowena Ravenclaw, daughter of Alma Rubus Westbrook-Ravenclaw and Rowan Ravenclaw, of The Department of International Magical Cooperation, Is thought not to be a true Ravenclaw do to her recent sorting into the Slytherin house..." Oh lord they put our parents in the paper, this will not be good. "... While playing Quidditch she had fallen off her broom, and got back up. She was even seen knocking poor Harry Potter, the boy who lived off of his broom. This harshness, from her brings up a question, is she even a real Ravenclaw?"
"Stop." I whispered, walking over to the desk I was sitting at, I took my seat. "Am I a Ravenclaw, what load of crap is that" I whimpered, frustrated, yet scared and worried, about what our parents were going to say, or do. With break coming up, I didn't want to know what would happen come the next few weeks.
Ava sat across from me, and slid over a paper. Looking at it I saw it was a letter, addressed to her, "This came at lunch, a few minutes ago" She informed me.
I stared at the opened envelope, "What does it say?" I questioned, already figuring what it said.
"Nothing good. Tell me to tell you, about what you've done, becoming a stain on the name. Also blaming Dumbledore, apparently they sent him a strongly worded letter as well." She answered in a low voice. A stain on the name. I wanted to scream, cry and hide away. I let out a sigh. Ava spoke up again, "Want to stay here during break? I'll stay with you-"
Raising my hand I stopped her for talking and answered her question "I'll becoming home, I need to look in the library anyway" At least Nicholas Flamel would keep me busy. "Just listen to them for now, I'd hate for them to think of you terribly also." Getting up I put everything into my bag. I got up and walked away, "I need to go and breathe for a bit"