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A/N This is a REALLY short oneshot I thought of really quickly - so it's pretty bad. But for some reason if you want to see it lengthened then I'll see what I can do...
"TROLL, TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!!"
"Thought you ought to now..." Quirrel promptly feinted backward...
Before anyone could get their say on the matter, a rather mature for his age Harry sat up bolt upright and practically shouted.
"HEY!!! I thought people fainted forward!?!"
Dumbledore sat bolt upright and glided over to Quirrel. Looking down at him, feeling dark magic eminating from him. Marcus Flint had long since took off his shoe - and had thrown it at Quirrel. It but him square in his nuts... Quirrel keeled over - unable to stop the pain.
Harry shouted again. "Ladies and Gentleman, we got him..."