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Chapter 2

Summer POV

"Hehehe." I put the wrong ingredient into my potion. And no, I'm not incompetent at potions. I'm trying to blow it up. It's a distraction for our latest prank… Wait! I didn't tell you that! I heard a tapping on the wall and put in the last ingredient, my potion blew up right as a potion on the other side of the room did. When Snape started yelling at me and the other girl who messed up on her potion (by the way she had nothing to do with the prank that was just random luck), I saw Fred sneak into the supply room giving me a thumbs up.

I giggled as he game out with the ingredients just as Snape finished yelling at us. I whistled and hummed as I cleaned up my desk area.

Part two, operation four, COMMENCE!

I sit next to Oliver at breakfast the next day; the twins were in detention. I listened as Oliver told me about Harry Potter and how good he was.

"Seeker for sure." He said, and I nodded vaguely, focused on my muffin. It was blueberry.

"Do I get to be on the team!" I asked excitedly, looking up from my muffin. Oliver blanked.

"Uh, if you try out I suppose…" I grinned.

"Yay, yay, yay, yay!" I repeat over and over again bouncing in my seat, my muffin long forgotten… Poor muffin. Not able to be eaten by me.

I watched Harry's try out from the window. I had to admit, he was good. He was small and fast just like a seeker should be. I watched Oliver clap Harry on the back and go inside. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Eeeeekkkk!" I screeched, whirling around slapping the hand away. Fred stood behind me grinning.

"Bloody hell, woman! What is wrong with you? That hurt!"

"WELL YOU SCARED ME!" I screamed. He chuckled as we headed to the Great Hall to meet up with the other one, aka George.

"Where you watching Harry try out?" George asked as we entered the Great Hall.

"Yuuuppp. He's pretty good, you seen him play?" I say, somehow falling while sitting down. Wow… I have the gracefulness of a chicken with one leg. Have you ever seen a chicken with one leg? It's not very pretty to look at… Yeah… I'm gonna shut up now. I have issues. Deal with it… DAMPIT!

Now it was time for me to try out for Quidditch. Oliver comes into the Great Hall as I get up from the floor and brush myself off. He tells me it's my turn to try out and I skip giddily out into the hallway.

"Good luck!" I hear the twins say in unison.

Oliver took me out to the Quidditch pitch and we mounted our brooms, "You still remember how to fly right?" I frown at his comment.

"Yeah I remember." OBVIOUSLY I REMEMBER YOU IDIOT.

"Alright." He tosses me a Quaffle and tells me to score. You know natural Quidditch procedures. I zoom toward the goal post with the Quaffle tucked under my arm. Oliver floats there by the goal post and I trick him by making it look like I'm throwing it to one goal post. When he tries to block the 'Quaffle', I shoot the actual Quaffle near the goal post scoring a fake point, cause it's not a real game. So, you just gonna have to deal with it. FRICK NUGGETS!

"I scored…" I say flabbergasted, I didn't even know I knew what that word meant. I'm so smart!

"Congrats." He replies throwing the Quaffle back and we run through the drill a few times more. It goes more like, I'll score, he blocks, score, blocks, score, blocks, score, score, blocks, score. I think you get the pattern. We also messed around a little which was nice because I barely got to see my brother anymore with him so busy in Quidditch. He made jokes about me using my left hand. I laughed and hit his shoulder. When we were done, he told me he'll post who's on the team. I was about to walk away when he gives me a hug. I hug him back and for some reason want to cry.

"Thanks." I mumble. "I kind of needed that."

Once back in the common room, I plopped down on a chair next to the twins, who were secretly working on something in the corner. They both grinned at me when I sat down, and went back to whatever they were working on. I was too tired to care. But I am naturally curious…and it did look pretty interesting…I wonder….nah, too tired.

Despite my tiredness, I spent the rest of the night hanging out with my buds, yeah, I said buds. Deal with…oh I give up.

It was a boring, lazy night. However, later that night after most people had gone to bed, I snuck out to pull a prank on the Slytherins.

I laughed as I left their common room, not worried about being caught, thanks to the parchment in my left pocket.

As I passed the 3rd floor corridor (the forbidden one, ooooooh mysteriousness) I heard a scream, and the Gryffindor in me immediately ran in. I looked around, and the oddest sight met me.

Lacey POV

I quickly fell into a regular routine at Hogwarts. I had befriended the girl from the train, Hermione, and I suppose I was on friendly terms with Harry Potter, though I didn't speak to him often, even if he was friends with my brother. I found my way around Hogwarts quickly, and classes were easy enough. Hermione was a great friend, and we had lots of similar interests. Life was good, school was good, and I was satisfied.

After classes the first Friday, I went to visit with Hagrid. We talked for a while, chatting about classes and teachers and other random things. However, after I left, I heard Harry and Ron coming down the path. I hid behind a rock, and scowled when I heard what they were talking about. THOSE IDIOTS! Harry was going to go meet Malfoy for a duel? How idiotic could he get?

That night when they snuck out, I followed them. Poor Hermione and Neville had gotten locked out too.

I absolutely expected Malfoy's fakeout; I knew he was too much of a coward to come.

Suddenly, I realized something. Filch was coming, and even though Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville hadn't seen me, Filch would! My eyes wide, I started running after them.

If they were surprised to see me, they didn't show it. We all run as fast and hard as we can, and finally we lose the old caretaker.

Hermione finally noticed my presence. "Lacey? What are you doing here?"

I shrugged. "I followed you." Duh.

Suddenly, I felt a hot breath on the back of my neck. We all slowly turned around, and screamed.

Standing behind us was a giant, growling, dog.

That wasn't the surprising part however. The dog had three heads. As in, THREE HEADS! Now I don't know about you, but this seemed like a proper reason to freak out. And freak out we did.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" It was one continuous scream, all 5 of our voices joining together.

I stood there frozen as they all bolted for the door. I was in shock. Hermione noticed I wasn't moving, and grabbed my sleeve, dragging me out the door behind her. Right before I got out though, the huge thing snapped at me, nearly getting me. This only made me scream louder (HEY! DON'T JUDGE! THERE WERE NOT ONE BUT THREE GIANT DOG HEADS TRYING TO BITE ME! Usually I am a level headed person, but I've never really been a dog person. That added to the fact the dog tried to kill me, ugh, back to the story…) as I frantically kicked at it, trying to escape.

As soon as my thrashing feet were out of its way, we all tried to close the door on the dog; but it WASN'T CLOSING!

All of a sudden there was a lot more pressure on the door and we all worked together to close and lock the door, listening to the dogs growling as it tried to slam into the door so it could eat us. Yes, eat us, don't judge. I don't like dogs.

I turned to our 'savior', only to see the blonde girl Fred and George were always with.

"Thanks, uh…Sunshine, right?"

The girl gritted her teeth, and yelled: "IT IS NOT SUNSHINE! MY NAME IS SUMMER! NOT SUNSHINE! SUMMER! Oh, and you're welcome." Then, as if realizing what she had just done, she covered her mouth and blushed. "OOPS." She mumbled around her hand, as we all heard a meow.

"Come on, then, Filch will be here soon." Harry murmured, as we all tried to sneak around the cat.

Luckily, we made it safely to the common room, where we all split up.
"See ya later, Midget." Summer winked at me, and I smiled at her, and said "Good night". She seemed pretty cool, we should hang out sometime. Well, she had to be extremely cool, actually, since Fred and George hung out with her. Neville also said an awkward "night", and headed up to the Boy's Dormitory's.

After Summer and Neville's departure, there was silence. The 4 of us stared (or in Hermione's case, glared) at each other for a couple of seconds, before Hermione broke the uncomfortable quiet.

"What, in MERLIN'S NAME, were you thinking?" She exploded, as I lay a hand on her arm to calm her. Poor 'Mione, she was probably having a mental panic attack that entire time. She had an irrational fear of getting in trouble.

"We were just…we just…we had….we….." Harry and Ron tried to mumble out excuses, but Hermione was not going to hear it.

"NO, no excuses. What you two did was stupid, and idiotic, and could have gotten all of us in a lot of trouble. Don't talk to me- to either of us, again." She grabbed my arm and stormed upstairs, pulling me with her.

"Lace?" Ron asked, shocked. I shrugged and mumbled a halfhearted apology, following Hermione to bed.

Suddenly, Mione seemed to remember something and turned and ran back down the stairs. She whispered something to them, and I heard something about a trapdoor, and guarding something. Hmm.

As Hermione came back up I asked her what that was about.

She looked at me tiredly and shook her head. "Nothing. Come on, let's go to bed." As I wasn't a nosy person I didn't push, but I was curious. What trapdoor? Guarding what? These questions echoed in my head until I fell asleep.

Summer POV

I sat at the Gryffindor table on Halloween with Fred and George, eating, laughing and talking casually. Nothing appeared to be wrong with the scene. However, I was holding my wand under the table, and every couple of seconds I would flick it upward, and explode a pumpkin. People screamed as pumpkin guts fell on them (EW, pumpkin guts) and I chuckled quietly. Not only did I get to explode pumpkins, but nobody suspected me! .EVER.

I thought back to a couple of mornings ago when Harry Potter (lucky bassdrum) got a new broom in the mail. It was just a normal morning, (George flinging food at my face, Fred hitting on Angelina, and me wanting to throw food in her face, for some odd reason) when a ton (OK, so that was a bit of an exaggeration, DEAL WITH IT) of owls came in, carrying an odd-shaped package. OK, it wasn't that odd-shaped. Even the idiotest of idiots (me) could tell it was a broom. Again, that lucky bassdrum.

Back in the right now, suddenly right as I was about to drop pumpkin guts all over a couple of laughing Hufflepuffs, the doors to the Great Hall burst open.

"TROLLLLLL! In the dungeon-thought you should now." Professor Stutterer (I didn't know his real name, and didn't really care enough to learn it) fainted right on the spot after his freak out.

There was silence for approximately 5 missississ-whatever's, and then there was chaos. Everybody was running around; screaming and throwing stuff. I did it too, but not because I was scared (I'm not scared of ANYTHING! Well, besides spiders….and snakes….and mosquitoes…..and death…and giant 3 headed dogs…..and those muggle clown thingys, they were extremely creepy and…you get the point), but because it was fun.

Dumbledore had to let out a couple of purple fireworks (psssh, that sounded dirty) to reclaim (BIG WORD, BIG WORD; I'M SO SMART) everybody's attention. "PREFECTS! LEAD YOUR HOUSES BACK TO THE DORMITORIES IMMEDIATELY!"

I gasped in outrage (ANOTHER BIG WORD), my FOOD! As Prissy Percy started leading everybody out, me and the twins (haha bad grammar) grabbed as much food as possible. I also stuffed my mouth, just to be careful. Wouldn't want to get hungry! Trust me- you do not want to see my hungry.

As we were led back to the Common Room, I pouted. I wish I could have seen the troll.

Lacey POV

I was sitting with 'Mione at breakfast, talking about the latest article in the prophet, when I heard a rush of wings. About 6 owls came in, carrying a package shaped suspiciously like a broomstick. I narrowed my eyes, when it dropped right in front of Harry Potter. He couldn't have a broomstick, he was a first year!

Hermione and I watched as Ron and Harry carried it out of the Great hall to open it, then we turned to each other and rolled our eyes. "Men." We said at the same time, before we burst out in laughter.

A couple of days later, I walked with Hermione right behind my brother and Harry after the disastrous Charms class. As we got closer, we overheard their conversation. I gritted my teeth when I realized what they were talking about; or who.

"…no wonder no one can stand her, she's a nightmare, honestly." I gritted my teeth. When Hermione's eyes started to water, I seriously considered going up and smacking that idiotic arsehole, for saying that about my friend. My anger grew stronger when I heard what he said next. "…not surprising she's friends with my sister, either….both annoying…"

Hermione, full on crying now, started running, brushing past my insensitive elder brother as she went. He and his obnoxious friend stared after her in surprise, as I shoved him, before running after my new best friend to comfort her.

I found her in the girl's lavatory, and stayed in there all day, comforting her. We talked about lots of different things, and I found myself liking her even more. She may be smart, and occasionally bossy, but it was only because she felt like (as a muggleborn) she was at a disadvantage to everyone else, and wanted to prove she was just as knowledgeable. I told her about my family, and how I had never felt like I belonged. I explained to her my story, how my parents had found me, on their door step, with no note, nothing. They had taken me in of course, and treated me like their own, but it was never the same…I didn't belong, I was different. Not just my looks but my attitude, my opinions and views…everything.

Dinner rolled around, and 'Mione and I stayed in the loo, talking. Finally, when it would probably be near desert, 'Mione wiped off her eyes and sniffed, standing up. She went over to the mirror, checked her appearance, and then walked back over to me.

"Would you like to go down now? We can probably catch dessert if we hurry." She smiled, and nodded.

"I would like that. Thank you for staying with me, Lace, I appreciate it." I hugged her.

"Anytime."

Just as we were about to leave, I smelled something. Something awful.

Of course, because we were just lucky like that, in lumbered a troll.

Hermione and I froze, and then we screamed. We ran for the toilets, and ducked, but the troll smashed the stalls with his club. We crawled down among the debris, nearly crying in fear. Suddenly I heard shouts, and in ran my brother and Harry. What were they doing here?

They kept yelling, and throwing things at the troll, but this just seemed to make it mad, as it started toward them angrily. Hermione and I crouched against the wall, clutching each other as if our lives depended on it. Which, they might.

While I had never been one for hugs, or other affectionate touches, Hermione's warm hug made me feel happy, and warm, like I was wanted.

"Come on! Run! RUN!" Harry yelled, but we were frozen stiff from fear, and then he did the stupidest-and, I had to admit, bravest- thing I had ever seen. He ran, and jumped on the troll's back. I screamed, worried. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT IDIOT THINKING?

Harry stuck his wand up the troll's nose (EW, my nose wrinkled at that). Harry was thrown around a bit, and I flinched each time his back hit the wall. It was amazing he could stay on this long. The troll finally seemed to realize the weapon in his hand, and raised it. Before he could hit the boy on his shoulders, suddenly, the troll's club was floating above his head. I looked over at Ron, surprised, to see him shaky but resolute as he did the charm we had learned in class, Wingardium Leviosa, and the club fell down and knocked out the troll.

There were a couple of seconds of silence, as we all stared at the troll.

"Is it…dead?"

I asked, hesitantly. As scared as I was of the troll, I didn't want the poor creature to die. "No," Harry said, as he kicked it and it grunted, "Just unconscious." He grabbed his wand and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Urgh…troll boogies."

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall rushed in, followed by Professor Quirrel and Professor Snape. She gasped at the sight, and Quirrel clutched at his chest, sitting down on a toilet, as if having a heart attack. McGonagall's lips went white. She was extremely angry-there was no doubt.

"What on EARTH were you thinking?" Her glare seemed to switch between Ron and Harry, though I knew it was meant for all of us.

"You're lucky you weren't killed."

As soon as Harry started to speak, Hermione spoke up, timidly. "Please, Professor. It was my fault." I looked at her shocked.

"Miss Granger!" McGonagall seemed shocked.

Loyal as always, I spoke up. "Actually, it was my fault also. I, I thought I could face it, see…"

"Miss Weasley?" McGonagall was looking between us, stunned. Her two best students, this would be funny if I wasn't so terrified.

Hermione glared at me; obviously she meant to take all the blame.

"We, thought we could take it. We thought, between the two of us, we could handle it. I've read about trolls, you see,"

"I'm also very stubborn, so I wouldn't let Hermione convince me not to go. She only followed me so I wouldn't get hurt."

McGonagall's lips seemed to press together tighter at our half-hearted explanation.

"Very well. 5 points from Gryffindor, each of you. What you did was exceedingly foolish. You were incredibly lucky you didn't die. As for you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley," She addressed the two boys, who, until then, had been frozen in shock. "10 points to Gryffindor. Each. For sheer, dumb luck. Now get back to your dormitories, all of you!"

She stormed out, with Professor Quirrel and Snape following her. Quirrel still seemed scared of the troll, and Snape was glaring. As he exited with a swish of his dark cloak, I saw something. A bite, on his leg, that appeared to be giving him a limp. Looking up and meeting Harry's dark gaze, I realized he had seen it too. And he didn't look happy about it.

Something is going on here, I thought. And I am going to find out what it is.

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