A/N: It's probably one-shot. Maybe something more. I'll let you decide if I have to continue it. A Chapter of Daphne's Slave is ready, but has to be beta-ed.

Warnings: Contains blood, extreme violence and character death.

Summary: During their first Halloween at Hogwarts Harry and Ron were too late to reopen the bathroom's door after they had chained it up. Hermione had to face the troll alone.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and other characters.

Rise of the Dark Duo.

It was unfair. Even here in Hogwarts she was still alone. She hoped that she would find friends here, find someone who would speak to her, but all her hopes were crushed now. It was just the same. Nobody understood her. Other children laughed at her, called her names because she was so far ahead of them. It wasn't her fault that others were so stupid. In the end she gave up and decided to learn. Knowledge became her passion. She would force them to recognize her later. Hermione was glad that teachers always seemed to be pleased with her. They helped her, they spoke to her, defended from other children and praised her.

Then she got the letter from Hogwarts. Hermione was thrilled with the idea that she was different. She decided that other children couldn't understand her, because she was different. She was a witch. But... she was disappointed. Teachers at Hogwarts didn't care. They didn't stop the name calling. They didn't seem to notice her at all. Sure some of them praised her, but she felt here even worse than in a normal school. She didn't feel safe here.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice a troll stepping into the bathroom. When she finally noticed the beast, she was horrified at sight of the door being closed by Ron Weasley and someone else. Hermione screamed, because she knew that she stood no chance against a Mountain Troll. In a closed room like this her fate was sealed and her only hope was those who closed the door. But nobody came as the troll was advancing at her crushing the sinks. The beast stopped right before her, but she couldn't move petrified by terror.

Then the troll snatched her with a hand and she screamed feeling a few ribs break under his fingers. The pain was terrible but it helped her to snap out of the panic. It was, however, too late to do something, because she was horrified when she saw what the troll wanted to do. The beast was placing her hand into it's mouth.

The time slowed down. Was she going to die now? Eaten by a troll? She knew that nobody would come in time to save her. It's only mere moments before her hand would be bitten out. Then she would just bleed out and die. Maybe it would be for the best to die… the troll would put down the misery of her life. She wouldn't have to worry about bullies, friends and everything else. Nobody would call her know-it-all…

But then something snapped in her. She didn't want to die. She wanted everyone acknowledge her, she wanted to prove that she was better than those who laughed at her. And… she wanted to have her revenge. It was a foreign feeling, but it felt right. She came here for friends and what did she get? Arrogant pure-blooded pricks, stupid bullies and now they closed her in a bathroom with a troll probably to kill her. No, she wouldn't make them happy. She wanted to see them on their knees before her, pleading for mercy. Anger and hate clouded her mind and she screamed in rage, her magic answering her call.

She didn't see that somebody opened the door and entered the bathroom; she didn't see anything at that moment when her hand glowed with purple light. The next moment the trolls head exploded splashing the girl with blood that was flowing out of the neck. The beast fell down and its hand freed her. Hermione stood up slowly and turned to see people who entered the bathroom. It was Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. A memory came to her: 'It's no wonder no one can stand her, she's a nightmare, honestly.' Magic answered her feelings again and the red-head was blasted forcefully into the wall, his neck snapping instantly ending his life. Then her eyes turned to the petrified raven-haired boy. He was lucky that she calmed down a bit after she heard satisfying crack of Weasley's neck. She could think a bit more clearly now and she remembered that Harry didn't do anything to her… directly. And at the same time Hermione felt now hurt, wounded, not as angry and full of hate as a few moments ago.

"Why did you want to kill me?" she cried out.

He stepped back and answered, "I… I didn't."

"Lies! I saw you and Weasley closing the door leaving me with the troll," she said pointing her wand at him.

"We… we d-didn't know you were here. We… we c-came t-to save you."

"By leaving me with a troll in closed room?" she asked sarcastically. "It was going to eat me alive!" she cried and punched him forceful to his face, sending him to the floor.

"I…I'm sorry! I didn't want that! I honestly wanted to warn you when I heard that a troll was in dungeons and dragged R-ron… with me."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not!" he exclaimed with tears on his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything to stop him saying those things. I was just scared to lose my first friend! I've never had a friend before… Please, believe me! D-don't kill me, please…"

Somehow she believed him and now the realization downed on her that she'd just killed someone. She'd killed Ron Weasley. And Harry Potter was begging her to spare him. Hermione was horrified by what she'd done. She dropped her wand and threw herself at Harry. He closed his eyes, but she just hugged him and cried, whispering, "I didn't want to k-kill him."

He was stunned and looked from the troll to Ron. Harry couldn't believe that his first friend was dead. He had no idea what to say or do, but he realized that she was honest. She was just scared … Would he act different in her shoes? He recalled his incident in zoo with Dudley, when he vanished the glass. He realized later that it could result in a fatal bite for his cousin, because he had no idea if the snake was poisonous. But… he would vanish the glass even if he'd know that the snake was poisonous. So he just hugged her back, realizing that they were very similar. Friendless and bullied.

His thoughts were interrupted by teachers rushing into the bathroom. He heard a gasp from Professor McGonagall. He looked at her but she was just standing in the door looking at the corpse of Ron Weasley. Surprisingly Snape looked exactly horrified. Quirrell wasn't perplexed at all. He just looked at the troll but stayed emotionless. Snape moved quickly over to Ron, checked him and then shook his head to other professors. She paled and sent with a move of wand some kind of ghostly creature out of the room.

"What… on earth happened here?" she asked finally, failing to keep tears flowing down her cheeks.

He felt Hermione stiffen and he knew that he couldn't tell the truth. Hermione would be expelled or worse and it was their fault in first place. Because Ron couldn't keep his mouth shut and because he himself couldn't stand up for her. Harry felt guilty because he didn't even think about checking if she was alright. He just went along. The boy realized with disgust that he wasn't any better than Malfoy's or Dudley's goons.

"I… I and Ron…"

"I think we should wait for the headmaster to hear it as well," Snape interrupted glaring at Harry.

"There is no need, Severus, I'm here," said Dumbledore stepping into the bathroom. His eyes hardened when he saw the dead body of the red-head. He turned to Harry and Hermione and said, "Tell us, what happened here."

"As I was saying… I and… Ron made Hermione cry earlier this day," Harry began to tell, "She went to the bathroom… Then we heard from Patil at the feast that she was here in the bathroom crying. Then when we heard that a troll was in dungeons we rushed here to warn her, but the troll was already here. We tried to save Hermione, but… then… Ron was caught by the troll… and it smashed him into the wall… When it took Hermione into his hands… she exploded with… accidental magic, I think. And that… you see what happened to the troll," he lied keeping his eyes down.

"Why didn't you tell us about it instead of rushing here yourself?" the headmaster questioned.

"There was no time!" he exclaimed. "I… I realized that she was here too late… We weren't in the Great Hall anymore. We had to get here quickly. She… Hermione would be dead if we'd be a few moments later. We didn't want… to fight the troll, we just wanted… to warn Hermione," he said and broke down in tears. He wanted them to believe him. They had to believe.

"Minerva, take Mr. Potter and Miss Granger to the Hospital wing, please."

Professor McGonagall nodded and approached the two students. She placed her hand on Hermione's shoulder and whispered, "Would you come with me?"

Harry nodded and said, "H-hermione?"

She sobbed and stood up. Without another word they were led by Minevra to the Hospital Wing and placed into beds next to each other by Madam Pomfrey. Both Harry and Hermione were hesitating to utter a word. Soon after that they were administered a dose of Dreamless Sleep potion, but before Harry was asleep he heard Hermione whispering weakly, "Thank you…"

A/N: If you think Hermione was too powerful, think of Ariane Dumbledore. She killed her mother with accidental magic. Why would it be impossible for Hermione to do the same to the troll?

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