Harry
Madam Pomphrey
Severus Snape

BAMF Pomphrey

Malingering: to pretend or exaggerate incapacity or illness (as to avoid duty or work)

Malfoy’s Malingering

“There’s nothing wrong with your arm,” he hissed at Malfoy.
Malfoy smirked across the table.
“Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots.”
Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy’s roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.
“Professor,” drawled Malfoy, “Weasley’s mutilating my roots, sir.”
Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.
“Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley.”
Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces.
“Now,” said Snape in his most dangerous voice. Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table at Malfoy, then took up the knife again.
“And, sir, I’ll need this shrivelfig skinned,” said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. “Potter, you can skin Malfoy’s shrivelfig,” said Snape, giving Harry the look of loathing he always reserved just for him. Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (p. 50). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Harry carefully put his knife down and packaged up his supplies much to Snape’s verbal ire. Then went to the fireplace that was used for emergency contact with the infirmary and asked the Mediwitch to come down. Which got him a week’s detention for attempted malingering. But had Malfoy getting a whiter shade of pale.

When Madam Pomfrey came through, she glared at the wrapped arm Malfoy had as he quickly took it out of the sling and tried to hide it, to no avail in the now quiet room. Harry pointed right at him and his arm and asked, “Please explain, did you, or did you not, heal his arm? And how damaged was it? Loud enough so there is no question for even the hardest of hearing in this class. And use the smallest of words to make sure everyone understands.”

She glared at the true malingerer and stated blatantly “the scratch, and it was just a scratch, barely broke the surface of the skin. And it took me barely a minute to heal it. And it is fully healed. No matter what he says. Those bandages are self-applied, as is the sling, Mr. Malfoy. And for the disparagement against myself and my craft, one hundred points against Slytherin, and one month’s detention in the evenings after classes and the full days on the weekends in my infirmary with me. If you have time for malingering, you have time for detention. And you can kiss your practice and team play time goodbye during this time.”

When he went to open his mouth, she got in his face and continued loud enough for all to hear, “Not one word about your father hearing about this Mr. Malfoy, as I’ll be explaining just why his household will not be able to get any healthcare through the next year in this country due to your actions against myself and my guild. There was a reason the hospitals and clinics were considered neutral during the last war.” She stood up and glared at the entire room then at Snape, “Teach your House better Severus, or we will be having words.” And marched to the floo and was gone.

Harry calmly cleaned up the rest of his things and left the now quiet and stunned classroom. His head held high. His honor avenged.