First Harry Potter fic. Just something I thought of when I watched the Philosophers Stone. It's from McGonagall's point of view, kind of, because she is the best character ever.
"SILENCE," Headmaster Albus Dumbledore roared, "Remain calm. Students, follow your Prefects to your house dormitories, teachers follow me."
Professor Minerva McGonagall moved briskly to her feet, and followed Dumbledore, even before the other teachers had registered his words. Her friendship with the Headmaster allowed her to see beyond the calm and collected wizard, to the worry and concern that deepened the lines on his face. As they strode down the corridors leading to the stairs, McGonagall allowed herself a brief moment to assess the situation. Trolls are not the smartest of creatures, so the likelihood of one simply deciding to visit Hogwarts was low. Nor would the troll have been able to surpass the school's wards without help.
"Albus," she began.
"I know Minerva," Dumbledore murmured, out of the hearing of the teachers struggling to catch them, "An inside job, I am sure of it."
"Peeves?" McGonagall's lip curled in distaste, "He certainly has the wickedness."
"But not the means," Dumbledore reminded her, "Peeves could no more bring a troll into the school than the ghosts."
"True,"
The staircases wisely decided to stay put, unless of course they moved to allow easier access to the dungeons. McGonagall smiled a little, glancing at Dumbledore in amusement,
"The school still adores you then Headmaster?" she asked.
"There are perks to being in charge," Dumbledore admitted, eyes twinkling with mischief, "Respect from students and staircases alike being one of them."
Both drew their wands as they reached the door to the dungeons; however Dumbledore paused, a hand held up for silence.
"If there is a troll in there, should it not be making some noise?" Flitwick piped up, still out of breath
Just as Dumbledore was about to open the door, a loud crash reverberated through the castle, knocking Professor Flitwick off his feet.
"What was that?" Professor Sprout exclaimed.
"Would you please investigate that sound Minerva," Dumbledore asked McGonagall, "Take Severus with you if you please,"
"Yes Headmaster," she murmured, before striding down the hall. She had a faint idea of what the noise had been, so her wand stayed in her hand.
"I would guess the sound came from the girl's toilets on the first level," she muttered to Professor Snape, "would you agree?"
Snape merely nodded, wand also out. McGonagall burst into the bathroom and nearly had a heart attack at what she saw. Standing next to the unconscious form of a mountain troll, was Miss Granger, the newest Mr Weasley, and non-other than Mr Potter. A protective instinct stronger than anything she'd ever felt before roared through her body, though outwardly she showed no sign. Miss Granger quickly admitted to being at fault; however McGonagall didn't miss the disbelief on Mr Potter and Mr Weasley's faces.
"Five points from Gryffindor," she told Miss Granger, turning to the boys, "And as for you, I hope you know how lucky you are, not many first years could face a fully grown mountain troll, and live to tell the tale! Five points . . . shall be awarded to Gryffindor for each of you," she almost smiled at the triumph on their faces, "For sheer dumb luck!"
Sweeping out, Minerva McGonagall shook her head. She'd have to keep an eye on those three. Who knows what trouble they could get themselves into? She had a bad feeling about this,