A/N- this is the first chapter of my first Harry Potter fic and I am soooo nervous about what people will think! Please review!
Basically, this is a series of scenes from the books, but I wrote myself into them. Not exactly a new storyline, but it was fun.
Disclaimer- Well, actually, I came up with the idea for Harry Potter first, and made the mistake of blabbing it to a woman on an elevator when I was in the U.K. Now I just let her take the credit out of kindness. So, she owns it, but I'm writing it the way I had planned it to be.
"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.
"Don't ask me, they're supposed to be really stupid," said Ron. "Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke."
They passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. As they jostled their way through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron's arm.
"I've just though – Hermione."
"What about her?"
"She doesn't know about the troll."
Ron bit his lip.
"Oh, all right," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us."
They were about to turn the other way when someone grabbed the back of Harry's robes.
"Where are you two going?" It was an American voice that spoke, coming from Tina Gupta. (changed my name) She was an Indian girl with waist-length black hair now put into a thick braid, and greenish grey eyes that flashing with a mixture of suspicion and amusement.
Ron began to stutter.
"We…um….we were just…er…"
"Going to sneak off to help someone else." Tina finished for him. "It's okay, I won't tell your brother. But I'm coming with you."
Ron opened his mouth to protest but Harry stopped him.
"That's fine," he said. "Actually, it's better. We last heard she was hiding out in the girls' bathroom, so if she's still in there, you could get her." Tina grinned in an almost flattered way.
Ducking down, they joined the Hufflepuffs going the other way, slipped down a deserted corridor, and hurried off toward the girls' bathroom. They had just turned the corner when they heard quick footsteps behind them.
"Percy!" hissed Ron, pulling Harry and Tina behind a large stone griffin.
Peering around it, however, they saw not Percy but Snape. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from view.
"What's he doing? Harry whispered.
"And why isn't he down in the dungeons with the other teachers?" asked Tina.
"Search me." Ron muttered.
Quietly as possible, they crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps.
"He's heading for the third floor," Harry said, but Ron held up his hand.
"Can you smell something?"
Harry and Tina sniffed and a foul stench reached their nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. Tina pulled her robes up to her nose and waved her hand in front of her face.
And then they heard it – a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. Ron pointed—at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward them. They shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.
It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite grey, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. (Tina looked about ready to faint but determined not to) It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.
The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.
"The key's in the lock," Harry muttered. "We could lock it in."
"Actually," began Tina. "I really don't think--"
"Good idea," said Ron nervously.
The two boys edged toward the open door, mouths dry, praying the troll wasn't about to come out of it. With one great leap, Harry managed to grab the key, slam the door and lock it.
"Yes!"
Flushed with their victory, they started to run back to Tina who was looking terrified, but as they reached the corner they heard something that made their hearts stop—a high, petrified scream—and it was coming from the chamber they'd just chained up.
"Oh, no," said Ron, pale as the Bloody Baron.
"I tried to tell you," Tina's voice was shaking.
"It's the girls' bathroom!" Harry gasped.
"Hermione!" the three of them cried.
It was the last thing they wanted to do, but what choice did they have? Wheeling around, they sprinted back to the door and turned the key, fumbling in their panic. Harry pulled the door open and the ran inside.
Hermione Granger was shrinking against the wall, opposite, looking as if she were about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.
"Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to Ron and Tina, and, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall.
The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. 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.
"Oy, pea brain!" yelled Ron from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. Despite the current situation, Tina giggled. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard Ron's yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout towards him instead, giving Harry time to run around it.
"Come on, run, run!" Tina yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her toward the door, but Hermione couldn't move, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror. "Hermione, please, come on!"
The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Tina, who was nearest and had no way to escape. Her eyes grew wider and she backed up, breathing fast, unable to scream.
Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had wstill been in his hand when he'd jumped—it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
Recovering from the fright she had been experiencing seconds ago, Tina gave a great whoop and clapped her hands gleefully, then began hitting the troll on its leg with her wand; angry red boils sprouted all along its leg, and a great purple sunflower on its foot.
Howling with pain of the wand still lodged up its nasal cavity, the troll twisted and flailed it club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.
Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright; Ron pulled out his own wand—not knowing what he was going to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came into his head: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over—and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.
Harry got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath. Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done. Tina was walking around the troll, examining the effect of Ron's blow.
It was Hermione who spoke first.
"Is it—dead?"
"I don't think so," said Harry, "I think it's just been knocked out."
"You realize we're lucky to be alive, don't you?" said Tina.
Harry bent down and pulled is wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy grey glue.
"Urgh—troll bogies."
He wiped it on the troll's trousers.
"Bogies," said Tina thoughtfully. "Sure sounds better than boogers."
A/N Okay, so I know I didn't do much to that, but the main reason I'm writing these scenes is because I so want to be in Harry Potter, and if I ever write a real fic I'll be used to adding stuff to J.K. Rowling's style. I'll try to add more to change other scenes, but this is a start, right?