After classes, Ron and Harry went to Gryffindor common room. Hermione was
sitting in an armchair with a grin from ear to ear. She had Kal's book
open. Harry noticed pictures of the same color changing egg Kal had in her
crate. The Harry figured out why Hermione was in such a good mood.
"I've got proof that Kalysta is a Brecklan," she said.
"Oh, a book that you stole, is going to prove what? Except the fact that you're obsessed with her being a Brecklan. She knows what you're doing. And anyways, how do you that that book is even in Brecklan to begin with? Have you ever seen what Brecklan writing looks like?" Harry had never yelled at Hermione like that, and he couldn't believe that he just did.
"I'm not obsessed! I just want to expose her, to keep you from getting killed! Why do you think she's been so friendly to you? She could be plotting to turn you over to You-Know-Who."
"Kal is my friend and she's not trying to kill me. Why can't you just let it go?"
"Part of it is that I want to get her back for being such a bitch to me without even knowing me!"
"You didn't know anything about her when brought up her mother. I would be upset if the first thing you asked me was about my dead parents."
"Why are you sticking up for her? If you're such good friends with her, why don't you take back her book and not find out the truth." She threw the book at Harry. Ron just stood there, not sure whose side to be on.
"I will." Harry went up to his room and plopped on his four poster bed. Ron followed.
"You know, Hermione is right."
"I know." Harry opened the book. "I don't know what Brecklan writing looks like, but this sure looks like it could be." Ron hovered over his shoulder. They looked through the book at the pictures. Some of them were of plants and animals; they noticed some recipes and potions. But the one picture that made Harry cringe was of a sick fairy like creature grasping onto another fairy who looked in excruciating pain.
"Don't let it bother you, Harry," Ron said.
"You're right. I should apologize to Hermione, but after Kal's Quidditch practice; I said I'd help."
As they walked back through the common room, Hermione jumped up from her chair. "I'm sorry Harry. I don't know what came over me. It shouldn't matter if your friends with Kalysta, even if she may be a Brecklan." Harry accepted her apology and the three of them made their way out to the Quidditch pitch. Hermione agreed that if Kal really was a Brecklan, that they would conceal it from everyone except Kal. In addition, Hermione would apologize to Kal- even though Hermione thought that it was Kal who needed to apologize - whether or not she was a Brecklan.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione got to the field, Draco was already there with his shiny Nimbus 2002. Kal was using one of the school's brooms.
"Now flying is extremely simple. It's almost like a second nature. All you have to do is mount the broom, push off, and glide the air." He demonstrated as he spoke. Kal did the same, but Harry had a gut feeling that the broom she had, must've been the same broom Neville Longbottom had used during his first flying lesson. It had gone haywire as if it had a mind of its own. Malfoy stood laughing as Kal screamed for help. She had death grip on the broom as it thrashed her about nearly fifty feet in the air. "Hey Harry! I hardly noticed you were there. Why she's just as bad as Longbottom."
"Stop it Malfoy." Malfoy stopped and glared and Harry. Their first name basis was over.
"What are you going to do about it Potter?" At that, Harry ran straight into Malfoy, knocking him down. He grabbed his broom and flew to Kal's rescue. Harry was just about ten feet from Kal when the broom finally won the struggle, and Kal flew off the front of her broom. Harry rushed to catch her, but it wasn't like catching a snitch or a remembrall.
Kal was slipping from his grip, and fast. Harry tried to get to the ground as fast as he could but failed. Kal hit the ground hard, and Harry heard a loud snap. He realized that Malfoy's broom handle had broken off.
"Shit!" Kal screamed. "Why hell did you do that? Were you trying to kill me?" She cuddled her right arm. It was badly broken. The bone had torn right through her skin. Ron and Hermione knelt down beside to assist her, but she just ignored them. Harry tried to help her up, but she pushed him away.
As Kal stood up she lost her balance, and snapped her left ankle. After that, she allowed Ron to help stand, but not walk her to the hospital wing. Kal limped off the Quidditch pitch cradling her right arm. The whole time Malfoy had been worried about his broken broom. "You're going to pay for this Potter!" He stormed off.
Hermione turned around, the asked, "Where's Kalysta? She couldn't have made it to the hospital wing already, even on a normal foot."
"Maybe she apparated," Ron suggested.
"How many times must a repeat myself? No one can apparate on Hogwarts grounds!" Harry had a feeling that she teleported. He remembered Professor Trelawney explaining the difference between apparating and teleporting. Teleporting involved the mind; apparating involved the magic within.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran to the hospital wing, to see if Kal made it. Sure enough, she was. Madame Promfrey said that she was quite surprised to see that Kal had just "appeared out of nowhere."
Kal was lying in a bed, still holding her arm. Madame Pomfrey put on a pair of gloves to get a closer look at Kal's arm. Kal grabbed Harry's hand to squeeze. "Hold still, dear. I know it's painful, but I need to assess the situation." Kal was squeezing really hard; so hard Harry began to feel pain shoot through his arm.
"I don't think a simple bone mending spell will help. Not with the bone coming up through the skin. It might just fuse the bone and skin together, and we don't want that, now do we?"
"Then what the hell are going to do?" Kal yelled.
"I might need to remove the bones, mend the cut on your arm, and then regrow your bones." Kal looked at her in disbelief. Apparently she had never heard of Skele-grow. Harry had to regrow his bones when he was in his second year. It was very painful. Just as painful as his arm was feeling. The pain seemed to also be in his left ankle. Then he started to hear a crack coming from his arm. His right arm was breaking at its own free will!
Harry lost all strength in left leg, and fell back. His arm flailed and hit a bed beside him. He hit at just the right angle to snap his bone through the skin just as Kal's bone had.
Madame Pomfrey rushed to see what happened. "Are you alright?" Ron and Hermione looked at Kal. The bone looked as though it started to go back into her arm.
Madame Pomfrey gave Kal a confused look. Under her breath Harry could hear her say, "Oh my, she can't be."
Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter or any characters EXCEPT Brecklans, Breckahlonia and all it's inhabitants, opuks, the Lowery family, and half Kalysta "Kal" Weasely and Arnold Weasely. They are added characters base off the already existing Weasely family. These are mine, mine, mine! But everything else came from the mind of the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling!
"I've got proof that Kalysta is a Brecklan," she said.
"Oh, a book that you stole, is going to prove what? Except the fact that you're obsessed with her being a Brecklan. She knows what you're doing. And anyways, how do you that that book is even in Brecklan to begin with? Have you ever seen what Brecklan writing looks like?" Harry had never yelled at Hermione like that, and he couldn't believe that he just did.
"I'm not obsessed! I just want to expose her, to keep you from getting killed! Why do you think she's been so friendly to you? She could be plotting to turn you over to You-Know-Who."
"Kal is my friend and she's not trying to kill me. Why can't you just let it go?"
"Part of it is that I want to get her back for being such a bitch to me without even knowing me!"
"You didn't know anything about her when brought up her mother. I would be upset if the first thing you asked me was about my dead parents."
"Why are you sticking up for her? If you're such good friends with her, why don't you take back her book and not find out the truth." She threw the book at Harry. Ron just stood there, not sure whose side to be on.
"I will." Harry went up to his room and plopped on his four poster bed. Ron followed.
"You know, Hermione is right."
"I know." Harry opened the book. "I don't know what Brecklan writing looks like, but this sure looks like it could be." Ron hovered over his shoulder. They looked through the book at the pictures. Some of them were of plants and animals; they noticed some recipes and potions. But the one picture that made Harry cringe was of a sick fairy like creature grasping onto another fairy who looked in excruciating pain.
"Don't let it bother you, Harry," Ron said.
"You're right. I should apologize to Hermione, but after Kal's Quidditch practice; I said I'd help."
As they walked back through the common room, Hermione jumped up from her chair. "I'm sorry Harry. I don't know what came over me. It shouldn't matter if your friends with Kalysta, even if she may be a Brecklan." Harry accepted her apology and the three of them made their way out to the Quidditch pitch. Hermione agreed that if Kal really was a Brecklan, that they would conceal it from everyone except Kal. In addition, Hermione would apologize to Kal- even though Hermione thought that it was Kal who needed to apologize - whether or not she was a Brecklan.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione got to the field, Draco was already there with his shiny Nimbus 2002. Kal was using one of the school's brooms.
"Now flying is extremely simple. It's almost like a second nature. All you have to do is mount the broom, push off, and glide the air." He demonstrated as he spoke. Kal did the same, but Harry had a gut feeling that the broom she had, must've been the same broom Neville Longbottom had used during his first flying lesson. It had gone haywire as if it had a mind of its own. Malfoy stood laughing as Kal screamed for help. She had death grip on the broom as it thrashed her about nearly fifty feet in the air. "Hey Harry! I hardly noticed you were there. Why she's just as bad as Longbottom."
"Stop it Malfoy." Malfoy stopped and glared and Harry. Their first name basis was over.
"What are you going to do about it Potter?" At that, Harry ran straight into Malfoy, knocking him down. He grabbed his broom and flew to Kal's rescue. Harry was just about ten feet from Kal when the broom finally won the struggle, and Kal flew off the front of her broom. Harry rushed to catch her, but it wasn't like catching a snitch or a remembrall.
Kal was slipping from his grip, and fast. Harry tried to get to the ground as fast as he could but failed. Kal hit the ground hard, and Harry heard a loud snap. He realized that Malfoy's broom handle had broken off.
"Shit!" Kal screamed. "Why hell did you do that? Were you trying to kill me?" She cuddled her right arm. It was badly broken. The bone had torn right through her skin. Ron and Hermione knelt down beside to assist her, but she just ignored them. Harry tried to help her up, but she pushed him away.
As Kal stood up she lost her balance, and snapped her left ankle. After that, she allowed Ron to help stand, but not walk her to the hospital wing. Kal limped off the Quidditch pitch cradling her right arm. The whole time Malfoy had been worried about his broken broom. "You're going to pay for this Potter!" He stormed off.
Hermione turned around, the asked, "Where's Kalysta? She couldn't have made it to the hospital wing already, even on a normal foot."
"Maybe she apparated," Ron suggested.
"How many times must a repeat myself? No one can apparate on Hogwarts grounds!" Harry had a feeling that she teleported. He remembered Professor Trelawney explaining the difference between apparating and teleporting. Teleporting involved the mind; apparating involved the magic within.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran to the hospital wing, to see if Kal made it. Sure enough, she was. Madame Promfrey said that she was quite surprised to see that Kal had just "appeared out of nowhere."
Kal was lying in a bed, still holding her arm. Madame Pomfrey put on a pair of gloves to get a closer look at Kal's arm. Kal grabbed Harry's hand to squeeze. "Hold still, dear. I know it's painful, but I need to assess the situation." Kal was squeezing really hard; so hard Harry began to feel pain shoot through his arm.
"I don't think a simple bone mending spell will help. Not with the bone coming up through the skin. It might just fuse the bone and skin together, and we don't want that, now do we?"
"Then what the hell are going to do?" Kal yelled.
"I might need to remove the bones, mend the cut on your arm, and then regrow your bones." Kal looked at her in disbelief. Apparently she had never heard of Skele-grow. Harry had to regrow his bones when he was in his second year. It was very painful. Just as painful as his arm was feeling. The pain seemed to also be in his left ankle. Then he started to hear a crack coming from his arm. His right arm was breaking at its own free will!
Harry lost all strength in left leg, and fell back. His arm flailed and hit a bed beside him. He hit at just the right angle to snap his bone through the skin just as Kal's bone had.
Madame Pomfrey rushed to see what happened. "Are you alright?" Ron and Hermione looked at Kal. The bone looked as though it started to go back into her arm.
Madame Pomfrey gave Kal a confused look. Under her breath Harry could hear her say, "Oh my, she can't be."
Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter or any characters EXCEPT Brecklans, Breckahlonia and all it's inhabitants, opuks, the Lowery family, and half Kalysta "Kal" Weasely and Arnold Weasely. They are added characters base off the already existing Weasely family. These are mine, mine, mine! But everything else came from the mind of the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling!