Siriusly, Voldy? *Sequel to Why? Because of Them.*

Chapter 11: Oh, Dear.

Autumn's P.O.V. 
After Transfiguration
"Malfoy?!" I asked in utter disbelief. 
"Of course, you heard him. 'You'll be next, Mudbloods.'" Ron rolled his eyes.
"I heard him. But Malfoy, the heir of Slytherin?" Hermione had the same look on her face as me.
"Maybe Ron is right. I mean, look at his family. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries." Harry said. An idea popped into my head.
"Crabbe and Goyle must know, right?" I asked.
"We can trick them into telling." Ron said, backing me up. Hermione, however, shook her head.
"Even they aren't that thick. But there might be another way." She said, stopping. We turned to look at her. 
"Mind you, it would be difficult. Not to mention we'd be breaking about fifty school rules. And it would be dangerous. Very dangerous." She said, in a bit of suspense, making us a bit scared.
In the Library
"How long will it take to make?" Harry asked, the boys now excited that the Polyjuice Potion will transform them into Crabbe and Goyle. 
"A month." Hermione took a gulp. My eyes widened. 
"A MONTH?" Harry asked, in disbelief. He then lowered his voice. "If Malfoy really is the heir of Slytherin, he'll attack half the Muggleborns in the school by then." 
"Or more." I murmured. After a while of silence, Hermione finally said something. 
"I know." She sighed. "But it's the only plan we've got." 
"Well, great. And if Muggleborns are attacked, that includes Hermione. Funny how the smartest one of us could be attacked." I said, a little angry. 
"That's relaxing." Ron said, sarcastically. I glared at him. 
"Look. We'll try our best, okay? As long as we do that, we can do it." Hermione smiled. 
"Let's hope." I said. 

Sapphire's P.O.V. 
Quidditch Game
"Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!!!" 
The Bludger fell from the sky, but Harry moved over, causing it to fly back up, but then down again, although Harry dodged it once again. It flew back up, and like a boomerang, it came back, landing on the ground again, but after it flew up, Hermione shot a spell. And the Bludger burst into pieces.
We all ran to Harry. 
"Are you okay?" Autumn asked him.
"No. I think my arm's broken." He said. I walked up closer to him to check it out. 
"Not to worry, Harry. I will fix that arm of yours straight away." Said Lockhart. My eyes widened. 
"No. Not you." Harry looked so afraid. 
"Oh, boy doesn't know what he's saying. Now, this won't hurt a bit." Lockhart said, moving up Harry's sleeve. I rolled my eyes. Oh, sure, won't hurt a bit. 
"Bracceam Imendo!!" Lockhart said, with feeling, and a blue light flickered. Harry seemed to be alright, and I was quite surprised. But Lockhart, took Harry's hand, and it made a liquidy noise. Apparently, there are no bones in Harry's body. 
"Ah, well, yeah, that can sometimes happen." Lockhart looked nervous now. "But the point is, you can no longer feel any pain." Harry's arm is already twisting at this point. "And it's very clear that the bones are not broken."
"Broken?!" I was frustrated. "There's no bones left!!" Harry's arm was making weird noises, and moving in different directions. 
"Much more flexible though." Lockhart mused. I glared at the man.
"Lockhart, may I have a word, in private, please?" I asked, putting on a sweet face. The thoughts I had were not pleasant, though. And I'm sure no one knows what I'm thinking.