Harry Potter and the Room of Things no one Knows About

Chapter 11

What if Harry's bludger injuries were worse?

By

Jason Richard

Ron: "So how did you get a permission slip again?"

Hermione: "I asked Gilderoy Lockhart for his autograph. He didn't even look at what he was signing, and bingo, permission to go into the restricted section in the library."

Harry: "Huh. I wonder how many other people have tried that?"

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Hogwarts Librarian Madame Pince: "I swear Lockhart if one more student that you've given your signature uses it to look up a spell to make mountain trolls fart I'll hit you with a hex so big it will make a muggle's atom bomb look like a pea shooter!"

Gilderoy Lockhart chuckled nervously.

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Harry: "Anyway, I get making a forbidden potion to spy on Slytherin and find the heir, but why are we doing it in a girls' bathroom?"

And in fact, the three were busy stirring ingredients for a complicated potion that would take months to complete into a cauldron, and they were doing so in a girls' bathroom."

Hermione: "It's okay. It's actually perfect. No one ever comes in here on account of Moaning Myrtle."

Ron: "Who's Moaning Myrtle?"

Myrtle: "I'M MOANING MYRTLE!"

The newcomer, who made all three of the children jump in unison, was a young and not very attractive girl with large glasses who scowled at the three other kids in her bathroom.

"Oh…" Hermione stammered. "Hello...uh…"

"What are you staring at?" Myrtle demanded. "Have you come here to make fun of the girl with the big glasses?"

"What?" asked Hermione, feeling a little distressed. "We haven't…"

"Well go ahead!" cried Myrtle. "Who wouldn't make fun ugly, miserable, moping, moaning, Myrtle!"

She shrieked and then dived bombed a toilet, splashing water as she disappeared inside.

Ron: "Well that was horrifying."

Harry: "I'll say. I'm just glad we'll graduate from Hogwarts eventually and I won't have to run into her again."

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Over twenty years later.

Harry's son Albus: "Hey dad, meet my girlfriend."

Still a ghost Myrtle: "Oh, hello Harry."

A very mortified Harry, "I don't know how I feel about this!"

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Later on that day Harry had a Quidditch game against Slytherin, which he was eager to get back to now that the field was clear of insects. No one wanted to get knocked out by a bludger and lay unconscious in a field of worms, slugs, and roaches after all.

As Harry prepared to play the game, however, Dobby was preparing for the game in his own way. He snuck to the chamber where the equipment was held and touched one of the bludgers, altering its enchantment to go after Harry. Perhaps that would convince Harry that Hogwarts was too dangerous. This way he'd get his point across without putting Harry in too much danger.

After all the Bludgers were part of a game, so how dangerous could they be?

Of course, had he seen a particular Quidditch game from 1872, where a player was hit so hard by a bludger the mere sight of his ghastly remains caused an entire stadium of witches and wizards to vomit simultaneously, he might have reconsidered his current plan.

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The Gryffindor team fought as well as they could, but the Slytherin team just had superior brooms. The Nimbus 2001's were fast, faster even than Harry's Nimbus 2000. No matter how well they flew they just couldn't keep up, and the Slytherin score went higher and higher.

Harry knew their only way to win was for him to catch the snitch before Slytherin's score got to high. He looked around for it carefully and spotted it, a little glimmer of gold by the ground. He dove for it, but unfortunately a bludger came at him at that moment. He dodged, but the bludger changed direction and came at him again. He was forced to abandon his quest for the snitch as this new threat just kept coming. Fred and George, the beaters, flew in and tried to whack it away, but it just kept coming.

"Training for the ballet Potter?" taunted Malfoy, not realizing that the snitch was right next to his ear.

Harry, not caring of Malfoy got hurt by the bludger, rushed for the snitch. He soon caught it, but the bludger was right on his tail. And then...

WHAM!

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Later.

"Every single bone in his body," said Madame Pomfrey angrily. "You removed every single bone from his body? Are you incompetent! Do you have any idea how long it will take my potion to regrow all those bones?! Do you have any idea what kind of time Harry is in for!?"

A very jiggly Harry lay on the hospital bed in a state of utter shock as Gilderoy Lockhart backed away from a particularly angry Madame Pomfrey. Then he looked over and said, "Oh, Professor Dumbledore," only to run away when Madame Pomfrey looked. Harry, meanwhile, lamented his situation in life.

Even later.

Harry lay there, the bones in his body painfully regrowing. as he lay there he was thinking that he would find out whoever did this and strangle them. Right at that moment, Dobby appeared on his bed.

Harry: "It was you, wasn't it!? You're still trying to scare me away from Hogwarts!"

Dobby: "Dobby is most aggrieved sir, but it is too dangerous for Harry Potter to stay now that history is to repeat itself."

There was silence for a moment as Harry just glared at Dobby.

Harry: "Dobby, come here for a moment."

Dobby swallowed nervously and said, "I don't wanna do that."

Harry: "It's okay Dobby, I just need your help. Come here...now."

Dobby: "I don't wanna do that."

Harry as his eye twitched: "Oh I'm not mad or anything, I just need you to hand me my wand for a moment."

Dobby: "Okay I really don't wanna do that!"

Harry: "Get over here!"

Dobby: "No!"

And Dobby disappeared, leaving Harry alone to fume.

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Hey, just felt like saying thanks for reading everyone. I really appreciate it.

Jason.