The room was small and dark. The smell reminded him a bit of his old room when he was a child, back with the Dursleys. That small cupboard under the stairs. Memories started to flood back about those days. They weren't the best experiences, but he knew things could always be worse. "Mr. Potter!" an angry voice hissed from across the table. A thin man with rather long brown hair stared at him. He couldn't see him too well. After all, there was only one lamp and it was flickering.

"Mr. Potter, I asked you a question!" It was obvious that the man was rather annoyed. "What were you doing with that device?!" Deep inside, he really didn't want to answer, but he was by himself here. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just accept it. "In all chaos there is cosmos, in all disorder a secret order." He looked over at the other side. "Carl Jung." The man didn't respond, merely waiting for Harry to continue.

"Thought so." He mused to himself. "Would you like me to start from the beginning?" The man nodded sharply. Harry took a deep breath and steeled himself. This was going to take a long time. "Very well. It all started back in 1991. I had been living a rather tough life under the Dursleys, but my world fell apart as another barged in. I discovered that I was a wizard. Can you imagine the shock? As far as I knew, I had no real future."

He leaned back, hearing the chair creak. "A man named Hagrid took me away eventually. Told me all sorts of interesting things about my parents. Things that the Dursleys never revealed. I found myself in a new world soon after. Got a beautiful snow white owl, my own wand and so many other things. Truth be told, it felt like a lie, like it would all be taken away within the blink of an eye. And of course, it wasn't. It was real."

"I went to Hogwarts, a school meant to teach young wizards and witches how they could use their powers, integrate into magical society. Basically the same things as your schools, but then for magical people." The man was furiously writing notes down as he paid full attention to every word Harry said. It was kind of unnerving. But he was basically telling him about a rather huge secret that's been hiding under their noses for a long time.

"This… school, Hogwarts?" Harry nodded. "Tell me about your time there. Hold on a second" Th mane stood up and walked to the door after him, shouting at an assistant to bring them some coffee. A few minutes later a young woman nervously entered the room, trying not to look him in the face, but she was scared out of her mind. As she left and closed the door firmly behind her, the man gently pushed one of the cups towards Harry. It seemed that cooperating made him a bit friendlier.

"Please, continue." He insisted. And so Harry did. "In the station of London, there was a magical and hidden gateway to a part where we could gather. A train awaited us there to take us to Hogwarts. I met both a young witch and a wizard on the train there. Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. You might find that the Grangers are registered on your list. Her parents were mug-, non-magical people" he quickly corrected himself as he took a sip of his coffee.

"We chatted and I guess they were more surprised at my name than at my lack of knowledge of everything. Even at school, we remained close. I can't say we were really friends, but we managed to get along pretty well. That was, until Halloween. I'd like to say that was the start of everything that followed afterwards. Were I a bigger pessimist I'd even call myself a victim of Murphy's Law, but that'd be kind of narcissistic." The man, surprisingly, nodded in agreement.

"But Halloween was a special event for me. I've had nothing but bad experiences, each year again. It'd be enough to drive even me to superstition." He seemed to hesitate a bit on how to tell the next part. Withholding information would be bad, but he wasn't looking forward to remembering it. Yet he had chosen this path., knowing this would come up He had to see it through. "I'm not fond of the next parts, but I promised you the full story. So here it is."

Professor Flitwick was standing on top of a pile of books, explaining the Wingardium Leviosa spell to the students. As soon as he was done explaining his swish and flick movement, mumbles and whispers filled the room. The students around the class seemed to have a tad of difficulty. Ron was complaining loudly about it as he waved around his staff like a maniac. Hermione quickly stopped him, trying to help. "You're saying it wrong. It's Wingardium Levi-o-sa, not levio-sa."

Harry followed their conversation from a distance. After all, with some luck he might be succeeding himself at making the feather float. He moved his wand around and around. "Wingardium Leviosa…" No response. "Wingardium Leviosa." But he just couldn't move the feather. That's when he saw Hermione successfully using the spell. "Figures" he mumbled to himself, feeling somewhat proud that she succeeded. Though he did feel sorry for Ron a bit.

Seeing Hermione's success, the class quickly put in their effort into making their damn feathers float. After all, nobody liked losing to another, even if they were in the same house. He was confused about one thing though. Despite talking to each other a few times and being in the same House, were they really friends? Ron and Hermione seemed nice enough, but he never had friends before and thus, didn't know whether they were his friends or not.

He'd make sure to ask them the next time they had the chance to sit down. The boy next to him, Seamus Finnigan, was desperately trying to make his feather float, but without success. Harry noticed Professor Flitwick smile as he looked around. He really must've enjoyed his job. That smile quickly turned to a frightened face however as Seamus, miraculously, set fire to his feather. The class ended on that rather bizarre note

Ron was walking ahead of the group as they moved towards the Great Hall. "It's Levi-o-sa, not Levio-sa" he loudly complained as he kicked a few pebbles along the way. Harry knew that he should stop him, but honestly, he was still thinking about their roles. Were they friends? "She's a nightmare, honestly!" The ginger didn't stop complaining. "No wonder she's got no friends." He looked around and saw Hermione pushing past them, crying. "I think she heard you" he mumbled to Ron.

He did feel rather guilty about it. Maybe he should've stopped Ron. He kept repeating those thoughts as they made their way to the Great Hall.

The hall was beautifully decorated. Large floating pumpkins covered the ceiling, candles were burning with a passion all around them. He felt himself staring around the table, at all the delicious snacks and types of food. Frankly, he didn't know where to start. Then he saw the empty spot across him and noticed Hermione was missing. "Has anyone seen Hermione?" He asked around, not seeing her anywhere.

"Parvati said she wouldn't get out of the bathroom." Neville answered, looking a bit anxious. "She said she'd been there all afternoon, crying." He felt a bit bad about it. Ron did say some pretty mean things behind her back. But if they were friends, those things wouldn't be said. So that only meant they weren't friends at all, just a bunch of kids that got along. He looked towards Ron, hoping to find some sort of response, but the boy merely shrugged and continued eating.

The doors of the Great Hall flew open as Professor Quirrell stumbled in, yelling. "Troll! Troll in the Dungeon!" he ran forward screaming. "Troll. In the dungeon." The Hall had become completely quiet, focused on Professor Quirrell who stopped right in the middle of the Great Hall. "Thought you ought to know" he said right before passing out, face first into the ground. And with the thud of his fall, the students all started screaming.

Dumbledore quickly took control again. "Silence!" Harry looked at him with a certain amazement. He watched as the aged wizard quickly gave orders to the prefects to lead the students back to their dorms whilst he and the other teachers were going to investigate. He noticed the professors leaving the Hall and quickly followed after Ron and the others. "How'd a troll get in?" he asked Ron.

"I don't know, trolls are really stupid" He shrugged without a care in the world. "Probably just people playing pranks." He doubted that himself, so he went further into the group to ask the prefect himself. The older Weasly calmly looked around until he noticed Harry approaching him. "Harry, if you're going to ask me how a troll got in, I'm sorry, but I'll tell you what I told the others. I don't know and I'm sure the Professors will take care of it."

Percy did radiate a certain amount of security, so he felt at ease. The students started entering the common room again and he heard Percy confirming whether anyone was missing. Then he realised, Hermione was missing. "Ron, Ron" He didn't see him anywhere. "I can't wait" He ran as fast as he could towards the second floor bathroom. In his mind he was kicking himself over. After this was over, he'd apologize and become friends with her.

As he got closer toward the bathroom he smelled something foul. It was, honestly, disgusting and it nearly made him vomit. But he knew that he couldn't do that. Then he heard the loud smashes up ahead and a single scream that made him freeze. "Hermione!" he yelled as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. As he entered the bathroom, he saw the troll in the back and Hermione on the floor, crawling towards him, crying. "Harry, please help me." He flew towards her.

The troll was faster however. He heard a sickening crunch and everything became red.