Chapter 16 Bone Mender Potion Thing

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I groan and roll over. "Do I have to take this?" I groan.

"Of course! The very idea of letting your bones heal like Muggles do! It's preposterous that people do that when you have a perfectly good potion right here." Madam Gilda says with a shudder.

Of course, when I broke my arm when I was seven, my mother let me grow it back normal. When I was nine and I broke my leg my father forced the potion, she was handing me right now, down my throat. It's tasted like crap on a kabob! I wanted to throw it up!

"Just hand it to me." I grumble, taking the potion from her.

I take a sip and instantly regret it.

The bitter and ugly taste entires my mouth, making my shudder. As it slides down my throats, my stomach rolls over and does a double flip. I cough and sputter but luckily it stays down. "It's quite surprising that you made that wondrous catch though Malfoy."

I look up to dee Richard standing in front of me. "More like a catch with my neck and other parts." I wiggle my toes under the blankets.

He chuckles and sits down on the bed. "Wondrous! As I said before, it was a spectacular performance. And I have to say, I didn't mind reaching in and claiming the Snitch from you." He winks at me.

I laugh and kick him with my foot. He laughs. "Okay that's it! You are getting it now."

He pulls my barefoot from under the blankets. I giggle as he holds my foot in one hand. "Okay so, this little piggy went to the market."

I laugh and yawn. "It looks like your tired Avery. Goodnight"

I shut my eyes and roll towards him, drifting my eyes to look into his green ones, "Goodnight Richard."

I could smell that same smell from before yet stronger.

I was halfway asleep as I feel something soft on my forehead. "Goodnight Avery, I wish I could tell you how much I love you."

It can't be Richard could it? No way.

Soft lips touch my cheek and the scent of honey puts me to sleep.
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So that's the end of her first year in Hogwarts.

In the same book I'll have her second year. And her third year. And fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh.

Yep all the years.

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