trylle in the dungeon
author's note:
this is my first fanfiction, it was going to be a oneshot to start me off but my mind went elsewhere and made a potential decent length story, please review and hopefully enjoy
Chapter 1- Halloween
"It's no wonder no one can stand her," Ron said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "she's a nightmare, honestly."
Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face - and was startled to see that she was in tears.
"I think she heard you."
"So?, said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. She must've noticed she's got no friends."
Hermione didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon. On their way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, Harry and Ron overheard Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Ron looked still more awkward at this, but a moment later they had entered the Great Hall, where the Halloween decorations put Hermione out of their minds.
A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkin stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start of term banquet.
Harry was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Trylle- in the dungeons - thought you ought to know."
He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.
And as that moment passed, a high, petrified scream echoed around the girls bathroom, a scream no one could hear. No-one, except for the tracker, whose face cracked into a gigantic grin.