A/N: Sorry this is a super short one here, but there is more on the way immediately I do promise.
Night of Colin Creevey's Petrification
Madame Pomfrey was livid. Livid beyond her wildest imagination. What that idiot was thinking when he approached Harry Potter just showed he was the most incapable teacher this place had ever seen. Every other teacher knows when it comes to something like that, if they don't know what to do, to take said person to her straight away. Hell, even if they do know what to do they still take the student to her. And yet, this bone headed, egotistical moron decided to tackle a simple broken arm, which was not in need of immediate care that second, and instead deboned him.
Harry was going to be in for a rough night. After giving him the Skelegro and finishing her standard checks, Madamn Pomfrey immediately went and searched out Lockhart to give him a piece of her mind. Not too long though afterwards she saw a distraught looking McGonagall running around the corridor and she followed after her.
There, found by Professor Dumbledore, was first year Colin Creevey. McGonagall had knelt down to felt his hand that was clenched like magnets on his camera. "Now a student," McGonagall said with a shaken voice.
Madamn Pomfrey rushed over and helped them lift Colin to bring him to the infirmary.
After caring for Colin, McGonagall went to her room, sat down and placed her head in her hands, then ripped her hair from the bun on her head leaving it flowing in grey waves on the side of her face. Her hopes of this being an over the top prank was no more. Now, this was the real deal. She still saw Colin's face after they took the camera out of his hands, how it was all clenched up and fearful...
This was the start. The start of the story that she heard about so long ago.
It was also obvious, that this was merely the beginning.