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Hermione was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on to you, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.

"GO AWAY!" You screamed at the troll.

"Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to Ron, and, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall.

The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione and Y/N. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its club as it went.

"Hey, pea-brain!" Ron throws wood and hits the troll on the head.

"Hermione, go hide, maybe under the sink." You whispered to her ears, she slowly nodded.

Hermione escapes from the stalls to under a sink, but the troll sees her and goes to smash her. It cracks the sink and barely misses Hermione. Harry cringes.

"Ahhh! Help!" Harry took his wand out. He runs forward and grabs the troll's club, and is lifted.

"Whooa! Whoa, whoa!" Harry lands on the troll's head and is hurled forward, then back, and his wand shoots up the troll's nose.

"Ew."

Ron, Hermione, and Y/N were disgusted by Harry's wand in the troll's nose. The troll snorts, and whips around.

"That's disturbing." You muttered, trying not to throw up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The troll gets Harry off its head and is holding him by one leg, upside down.

"Do something!" It gears up its club and swipes at Harry. He pulls himself up, then down. The troll swipes again.

The troll keeps moving, and he almost hit you in the head, which made you angry.

"What?" Ron said, the troll, swipes at Harry repeatedly.

"Anything! Hurry up!" Harry yelled. Ron grabs his wand. Under the sink, Hermione waves her hand.

"Swish and flick!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron swish his wand, but nothing happened; the troll hit him.

"THAT'S IT! YOU HAVE REACH MY LIMIT, YOU DAMN TROLL!" You screamed and marched toward the troll.

Your eyes started glowing, and your hair floating.

The troll looks at you with a terrifying face; the trio looked at you with wide eyes.

"Die." You whispered.

The troll stopped moving, he dropped Harry and fell to the ground.

You started feeling weak; you wobbled, and you keep coughing, you looked at your hand, and there was blood

Then you fainted, covered with blood coming out from your mouth and nose.

"Y/N!!"

Hermione ran towards you and placed your head to her lap.

"Godric! Y/N! Please! Don't die!" Hermione cried.

The two boys went over to check the troll, the troll eyes we're bleeding.

"Th-The troll..."

"It's... Dead."

"Also, did Y/N spoke in another language?" Ron looked at your fainted body.

A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the three of them lookup. They hadn't realized what a racket they had been making, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars.

A moment later, Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart.

Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron and Harry. Harry had never seen her look so angry. Her lips were white.

"What on earth were you thinking of?" said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice.

Harry looked at Ron, who was still standing with his wand in the air. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"

Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look. Harry looked at the floor. He wished Ron would put his wand down.

Then a small voice came out of the shadows.

"Please, Professor McGonagall -- they were looking for me. "

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last, and she carefully places your head to the ground.

"I went looking for the troll. I'd read about them and thought I could handle it. But I was wrong. If Harry, Ron, and Y/N hadn't come and found me...I'd probably be dead." Hermione looked down and wiped her tears, but new tears keep flowing down.

"Be that as it may be...it was an extremely foolish thing to do." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry notices Snape's leg, which has the trousers' leg torn and a large cut on it. Snape notices and covers it up, glaring at Harry.

"I would have expected more rational behavior on your part, Miss Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment." she turns to Harry and Ron

"As for you two gentlemen, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points...will be awarded to each of you."

Harry and Ron were happy but couldn't smile because their eyes focus on the bleeding girl on the floor, "For sheer dumb luck."

"By the way, where is Y/N?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Sh-she's here... Professor... Sh-she's ble-eding." Hermione moved away.

The professors looked down and saw the unconscious girl on the ground, bleeding.

Gasp escaped from their mouth; Professor imminently rushes towards the little girl.

"Y/N! What happened to you?!" Professor Snape hugged your body.

"Bring her to the hospital wing! Quick!" Professor McGonagall cried.

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"Where am I?" I looked around the place, forest...

"Darling, go back to your body." A voice spoke out of nowhere. I looked around and saw some shadows.

"Wh-who are you!" You backed away from them.

"No need to know us too early, go back. It's not your time yet, even though there's no way you can die." Another voice said.

"What the..."

I gasp for air; then, I hear screaming.

"CALL THE PROFESSORS! SHE'S AWAKE!"

I heard footsteps rushing towards; the door burst open.

I looked at my side and saw my family and friends rushing towards me.

"Thank you, Merlin! You're awake!" Auntie Minnie hugged me.

"What happened?" I said, and tried to sit down.

"Careful Y/N, you are still not officially healed yet," Grandpa said.

Everyone is surrounding me right now, their eyes glued to me.

"How long was I out?"

"Four weeks."

"Also I'm alright, I feel okay." I smiled.

"But at least rest today first." Aunt Poppy gave me a drink, I gladly drink it so I can go back to school.

⇜⇜⇜⇜

Been weeks ever since I woke up, I am feeling better but confused who was in my dream.

In the great hall, around midday. The students are all doing our homework. Seamus is trying a spell on a cup.

I sat with the Gryffindor table with my friends along, and my Slytherin friends volunteer to help the other students with their homework since they already finished theirs and mine.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water into rum." Seamus looks in the cup and shakes head.

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" I asked I've been confused lately since I've missed lots of classes.

"Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before-" Ron was cut off when a powerful flash occurs. We now see that the cup has exploded, and Seamus is left charred; we all laugh at him.

"Finnigan, you would have done it perfectly, but you don't have to wave your wand like that aggressively." Ben shook his head while the other laugh.

"Well, we are not like you four, you are smart and look who's talking. You four are also aggressive." Fred crossed his arms.

"Aggressive?" The four looked at each other, "no, we are not." They shrugged.

We all sighed and shook our heads. When will they notice that Fred is right.

I helped Seamus wipe his face, "th-thanks Y/N." He blushed.

"It's nothing." You chuckled.

"Oy! Knighty Knight! I need your help! Will you help me!" We all looked at the Hufflepuff table.

"Come on, Knighty, serve me," Leon smirked.

"Is this guy into first year's?" Hamilton glared at him.

"Bastard." Henry glared at Leon.

"Ignore him, Kay, don't pay attention to him." I placed my hand to her hand.

"That's what I'm doing." She said as she focused on the book she's reading.

"By the way, Hermione. What's a car?" She looked at Hermione.

"A car is a wheeled motor vehicle used for transportation. Most definitions of cars say that they run primarily on roads, seat one to eight people, have four tires, and mainly transport people rather than goods." Hermione chuckled.

"Oh, I thought that was a dessert, change my mind." Kayden laughed.

"I heard that before, when we fetch Harry." I smiled at Harry.

But then I felt someone tapped my shoulder, I turned around and faced Marcus.

"We have practice later, don't be late." He patted my head. I smiled at him and left.

But before he leaves, he glared at Oliver. Those two hate each other so much.

"Stop glaring; you look scary." I nudge his arm.

I am sitting next to him. While Harry and Ron on my side. The four and Hermione in front of me, Easton is sitting with Percy. The twins sit on Oliver's right.

"Y/N, can you maybe tell us what happened at the girl's bathroom?" Percy looked at me with worried eyes.

"Oh dear Helga, they totally ignored you, Leo." Some of the Hufflepuff students laughed.

"Anyway, please tell us what happened," George said.

"I don't really remember but, I did get angry when the troll hit Ron. I just started seeing all red and feltangry." I shrugged.

Something fell down; we looked over to Kay, who dropped her fork.

"So-sorry, continue, please." She looked away from me.

"You know, your hair started floating, and your eyes were glowing," Hermione said, but I noticed how we keep talking about this.

Knight looks so uneasy. "Then, you started saying something; we couldn't understand you," Harry said.

"Oh."

"It seems like my birthday is the worst... If only I stayed with you two, and you four won't get in trouble." Knight chuckled bitterly.

"Kayden, don't say that. It wasn't your fault; the others wanted to greet you and give their gift to you." I smiled at her and playfully flicked her forehead.

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I practiced with the Slytherin team, and there weren't that many girls on the team.

I was about to go to my dorm, but something caught my eyes, I saw Percy talking to a fellow prefect.

Penelope Clearwater, a Ravenclaw. Lately, I have noticed how they became close.

They were smiling and laughing; I looked away because I know if I keep watching, I'll get myself hurt.

Quidditch match will be soon, in a week. So I've been practicing really hard.

I want my house to win; I'll do my best.

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The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry and I would be playing in our first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house championship. But I won't let that happen, we might be friends, but this is a game.

Hardly anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret.

But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, and Harry didn't know which was worse -- people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress.

It also appears like no one knows that I'm the new seeker too for Slytherin; this is good. It will be a surprise.

Hermione is now friends with Harry and Ron after we save her, mostly us from the troll.

The day before my first Quidditch match, the four of us were out in the freezing courtyard during the break, and she had conjured us up a bright blue fire that could be carried around in a jam jar.

We were standing with our backs to it, getting warm, when uncle Severus crossed the yard. I noticed at once that my uncle was limping.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I moved closer together to block the fire from view; we are sure it wouldn't be allowed.

Unfortunately, something about our guilty faces caught uncle Severus's eye. He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell them off anyway.

"What's that you've got there, Potter?"

It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed him.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," uncle said. "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor. "

"He's just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily as uncle Severus limped away.

"Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"

"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.

"Shut up, Ron," I growled.