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The Rogue Bludger
Dimly,dazedbythesearingpaininhisarm,heslidsidewaysonhisrain-drenchedbroom,onekneestillcrookedoverit,hisrightarmdanglinguselessathisside-theBludgercamepeltingbackforasecondattack,thistimezoomingathisface -Harryswervedoutoftheway,oneideafirmlylodgedinhisnumbbrain:gettoMalfoy.
Throughahazeofrainandpainhedivedfortheshimmering,sneeringfacebelowhimandsawitseyeswidenwithfear:MalfoythoughtHarrywasattackinghim.
"Whatthe-"hegasped,careeningoutofHarry’sway.
Harrytookhisremaininghandoffhisbroomandmadeawildsnatch;hefelthisfingerscloseonthecoldSnitch butwasnowonlygrippingthebroomwithhislegs,andtherewasayellfromthecrowdbelowasheheadedstraightfortheground,tryinghardnottopassout.
Withasplatteringthudhehitthemudandrolledoffhisbroom.Hisarmwashangingataverystrangeangle;riddledwithpain,heheard,asthoughfromadistance,agooddealofwhistlingandshouting. HefocusedontheSnitchclutchedinhisgoodhand.
"Aha,"hesaidvaguely."We’vewon."
Andhefainted.
Hecamearound,rainfallingonhisface,stilllyingonthefield,withsomeoneleaningoverhim.Hesawaglitterofteeth.
"Oh,no,notyou,"hemoaned.
"Doesn’tknowwhathe’ssaying,"saidLockhartloudlytotheanxiouscrowdofGryffindorspressingaroundthem."Nottoworry,Harry.I’mabouttofixyourarm."
"No!"saidHarry."I’llkeepitlikethis,thanks..."
