"I mean honestly, it's no wonder she doesn't have any friends. She's such a know-it-all." Ron said to his best friend.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Hermione running quickly inbetween them, making sure to bump into them on the way. There was muffled sounds of her sobbing.
"You really shouldn't have said that Ron. She's really upset." Harry frowned. He cared about his best friend.
"Yeah... I'll apoligize later, I'm starved!" Ron exclaimed, unaware that he might not get the chance to do that.
They pushed through the door of the great hall and their ears were immediately assulted with the clatter of forks and the chatter of students. They were still first year students but they knew enough to find their way around. The friends both walked towards the Gryffindor table hearing and avoiding the whispered insults made by Slytherins.
Right when they sat down, Ron reached for every single food in his radar. He then hastily ate, pieces of chicken flying everywhere.
"Ihg wonmnnder ipph Herione if omay." Ron managed to get out, his mouth full.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Harry laughed. "What did you say?"
"I wonder if Hermione is okay, you think she would have made it here by now." Ron corrected.
"You're right, I wonder where she is?"
"Hermione? Sorry Harry but I over heard you saying she was upset. I heard some crying from the dungeon girl's bathroom on my way up." Padma said, joining the conversation.
"Oh, well I'm sure she's alright if she's just in the-" Ron began.
"T-T-TROLL IN THE D-D-DUNGEONS!" Professor Quirrel stuttered, looking very nervous as he ran into the Great Hall. He looked like was going to be sick and as Harry predicted he then fainted, collapsing to the floor. The whole hall went quiet with worry.
"-dungeons." Ron finished as if nothing had happened. He then shovled in a very large piece of pumpkin pie as he realized what Quirrel said. Ron spit out the pie (causing it to dirty a very unhappy Dean). "HERMIONES IN THE DUNGEONS WITH A TROLL!" Ron gasped, now at the point of choking.
Before they could worry any longer, Dumbledore went to occupy the gold eagle used as a podium. He then silenced all of the noisy chatter of everyone's worry.
"Everyone stay calm!" He yelled, getting their attention. "I would like to ask all of the prefects to kindly and calmly escort you to your common rooms. While you are safely in your common rooms, I ask you to stay there until we find an answer to this troll problem."
"But sir!" Malfoy yelled, "Our common room is in the dungeons!"
"Right," Dumbledore said, obviously not thinking this through. "Take the Slytherins to the Ravenclaw common room for the night."
"I can't beleive we have to stay with those blood traitors," Blaise said to his best friend and Malfoy nodded in agreement.
"That is all!" Dumbledore dismissed and suddenly the word calmly didn't exist. Everyone rushed out of their seats to get to sure safety.
"We have to find Hermione!" Harry yelled to Ron. Ron's eyes widened.
"Have you gone mad? She's probably already at the common room. Let's go." Ron started to follow Percy to the common rooms but Harry grabbed his arm.
"Let's not risk it. After all, you're the reason she's down there." Ron hung his head down from guilt and surrendered.
They ran down to the dungeons like their life depended on it. Technically, it didn't. Hermione's life depended on it.
"Shhh, stop." Harry shushed Ron as they saw the gigantic ugly beast walking aimlessly around the dungeon's corridor. It wore tattered clothes and smelled of metallic blood. Though how stupid it appeared to be made Harry and Ron beleive it wasn't that much of a threat. Then they saw it go into the girl's bathroom.
"Let's go." Ron said, even though this much was obvious. They sneaked in behind the troll and as they entered the bathroom, they saw Hermione croutching in the corner crying. How typical of girls. She appeared not to notice the beast until it raised it's club and striked at her.
Screams filled the bathroom quickly and Harry and Ron had to cover their ears. As they opened their eyes they saw blood gushing out of Hermione's leg. She scrambled to get up but couldn't. It appeared her leg was broken.
Adredaline rushed through Ron and he quickly picked up a piece of broken wood and threw it at the troll's head.
The troll shook it's head and appeared to not know where it was at for a second. Then it turned it's attention on Ron and Harry leaving Hermione to drag herself to the safest place possible.
Harry began levitating more pieces of broken wood from behind the troll to themselves so they could throw them at it. Hermione kept dragging herself along the bathroom floor to try to get to Harry and Ron.
Suddenly, her broken leg hit a piece of wood and she screetched out. This caused the troll to look at her angrily before sending the club down once more, crushing her. Just then, Ron threw a particularly heavier piece of pipe at the troll's head, dazing it. The troll just shifted back and forth and then collapsed to the floor with an ear-ringing crash.
"HERMIONE! ARE YOU OKAY?" Ron said running over to Hermione and amost fainted from the sight. There was so much blood.
"Hermione, wake up. Can you hear us?" Harry shook her, trying to get her to wake up.
"Mgh.." Hermione murmered and Harry sighed in relief that she was still alive.
The whole bathroom floor seemed to be coated in her blood and it occured to him that she could die from blood loss. Harry's not right about many things, but by the time the teachers arrived to the bathroom, Hermione was dead.
A/N: Short chapter, yes? This was just explaining how Hermione died. Don't worry, the whole story doesn't take place in year one. Do leave reviews if you want me to continue and show how their lives evolve out of this. Reviews inspire me to keep writing ;D