Someday, I will own something of great value. This will not be Harry Potter, as J K Rowling already owns it.
School's Almost Back
Ryua came to, not much later, lying face down on her bed, with Draco's familiar voice and hands on her back, ordering around the high-pitched squeaks of house elves. She didn't even try to move yet, just laid still and took stock. Her head ached abominably, she had lines of fire crisscrossing her belly, back, and arms, and her hand felt... strange. Almost like it wasn't there, like there was a bag of cotton there instead. She flipped her head over to that side, though it felt stiff, biting her tongue and squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of nausea swept through her head. When she opened them again, she saw three house elves clustered around her outstretched hand, which looked to be easily three times what size it should have been. Draco stopped tending her welts and leaned down.
"Hey, Ryua, you awake?"
"I hurt to much to be asleep."
She heard his light snort, not enough to be called a laugh. "Yeah, I have no doubt. What did he do to you, anyway?
"Whole mess of things..."
"I can see that. He's getting worse with the welt curses, isn't he? These look like they curl right around..."
"They do... Draco, what's wrong with my head? It feels odd... And my hand..."
"...well... you've got a nasty lump on the back of your head, and it's bled all through your hair. The elves say you're not concussed, so we haven't touched it yet. It mostly needs a good washing out, with nice, cool water.
"And my hand, Draco?"
He paused, spreading healing gel on her arms now. "The elves... they say you've badly broken the last three digits. Right into your palm, too, not just the tips."
"...Broken?" If her hand was broken, she would have to relearn everything. She'd have to learn to write, duel... how would she fly? "How bad?"
"The middle finger is cracked, miss, is not bad at all." Ryua recognized Toppy's voice. "We is afraid the last two is very smushed. And they is all squished around inside, too, not where they is supposed to be."
"Why-why can't I feel it, if it's that bad?"
"We is making it so miss can't feel anything, while we is working, miss."
"Oh..." Ryua stopped thinking about anything while Draco gently pulled her upright, careful only to touch the patches of skin that weren't burned. Despite his caution, it still hurt.
"Just a few on your belly, it looks like."
"Good. I hate bleeding on bed sheets."
He looked up, startled at her half-witted attempt at a joke, then smiled to see she was still herself. "Well, you could just be a proper little lady..."
"Say another word, Draco, and you'll regret it." She hissed as he found a particularly nasty spot. "Toppy... can you do anything about my hand?"
"We is trying our best, miss. They should be working fingers again once we is done, miss. Er... Toppy doesn't think miss should use it for much, until it heals, miss."
"How long?"
"Maybe a few weeks, miss, is bad break."
"Lovely. I now have an excuse to sulk in my room for the rest of summer. Draco, do be a dear and help mother do the school shopping?"
"Yeah. The sooner we're back at school, the better."
"Amen to that."
Author's Note: Really pathetic title, sorry. And I just got a review asking if you can't review anymore. Just to clarify things, if you don't review, I might just curse you.
