Chapter 11

Of course, my good luck couldn't have lasted for much longer. I mean, actually helping the Golden Trio fight THE troll in the dungeons. I should have known that my luck would run out pretty fast. I was walking down the hallway to breakfast alone. Why was I alone, you ask? I was late waking up and Hermione had already left along with everyone else. Who knew how much energy facing a troll could use up?

Anyway, I was walking down the hallway when Crabbe popped up at the end of the hallway. Goyle quickly followed behind him. Somehow the stupid goons were always able to find me at least once during the day. In what had almost become a daily routine, Crabbe and Goyle roughly bumped me as they passed me. I stumbled and let out a yelp of pain. They had hit right on my bruise from the stupid troll. It was still really smarting and their bumping me definitely didn't help.

The snickered as they heard my yelp and continued walking. I continued my journey to the Great Hall, doing all in my power to keep the movement of my arm to a minimum. I finally reached the Great Hall, but just as I passed through the doors I tripped over something. I felt to the ground with a great crash, knocking over a few students who had been trying to leave.

My arm was hurting a lot at this point. It was pulsing with the pain, but I just gritted my teeth and looked back to see Draco smirking down at me as he slipped out of the Great Hall. I scrambled to my feet the best I could without the use of my right arm and quickly sat next to Fred and George. Hermione was probably going to wonder what had happened to me, but Fred and George were closer.

Fred and George greeted me cheerfully, either having not noticed my spectacular fall or choosing to ignore it for my sake. Either way I was grateful. Soon they were joking just like always and I was almost able to forget the pain in my arm.

I was cruelly reminded during Potions when we had to take notes. I was right handed and when I put pressure on my bruised arm it hurt like heck. Even the small pressure of writing hurt immensely. I winced with every word I wrote and Hermione, being my partner, looked at me worriedly.

Of course, my bad luck held up. Snape came over to our desk, stopping everyone's note taking to ask me why it seemed to pain me so much to write. He didn't necessarily say it in such nice terms.

"It's just a bruise I got last night. I'm fine," I told him.

Hermione cut in. "She got hit with a pipe last night from the troll. She should really see the Madam Pomfrey."

Snape cast a glare at Hermione, effectively stopping her from saying anything further.

"You heard Miss. Blake. She's fine."

Let's just say by the end of the double block period, I was holding back tears. My arm felt like it was going to fall off. Mixing the potion at the end certainly didn't help. Hermione did the stirring at first, but Snape came over and accused her of doing all the work. He said that I had to stir it to make sure I was actually participating in the potion making experience.

Hermione quickly escorted me to Madam Pomfrey as soon as we left the dungeons. Madam Pomfrey was able to patch me right up and in less than five minutes the bruise had faded and my arm felt like it might actually stay attached. The rest of the day went by without any incidents which was a surprise to me. At dinner, I sat with Fred and George again. I felt like I could really use some jokes to cheer me up.

I wasn't disappointed. By the end of dinner, I had laughed any memory of Potions away. I went to bed that night thinking not about Snape and his awful unfairness, but of Hermione's kindness and George and Fred's humor.

Wow this is so short. I'll be sure to update as soon as I can. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer. Thanks for sticking with me this far. :)