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This is my take on Halloween in the first book!
I've been foreshadowing many things here and there, so I'd like to hear if any of you have a guess on what's happening (Harry's eye for example?)
Reviews are appreciated, I definitely do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters.
Halloween, Hermoine thought as she walked out of transfiguration class, Daphne and Tracey beside her. The castle had been decorated in beautiful colors of orange and black, oh, she really did love Halloween. She adored scary things in general, horror movies were her favorite genre.
Today had been funner than usual, the Ravenclaw boys tried to bully her as of course. Constantly they called her names, making sure she new she was an ugly mudblood who wasn't as smart as she thought. Even though she tried her best to tell herself they were wrong, inside she agreed with them.
Today the Ravenclaw boys tried to scare her, and boy did she get a laugh out of that. Sure, they definitely looked scary, maybe Su Li, one of the other Ravenclaw first years would've been rightfully spooked. Not her, she ended up laughing so hard it brought her to tears, at which point, thinking they had frightened her to tears, they left.
The sight of the boys being fooled by how hard she was laughing only made it better, some Ravenclaws they were.
Battle training had been fun as well, blasting spells at the targets let her release the anger she had built up during the week. She couldn't wait to release it on them, but of course that was for after the holidays.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Daphne said from beside her, I'm telling you Tracey it's easy. "It's really not, Daphne! It'd be so much easier if McGonagall drew it out." the messy raven-haired teen explained. "Honestly, how would you even draw Wingardium Leviosa." Daphne responded to Tracey, before bumping into Hermione who had a worried look on her face.
Moving to see what the bushy-haired witch was staring at Daphne became worried too. "Um, maybe we should go the other way." she said towards Hermione.
In front of them, Harry was stuck in an argument with Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley. "Harry, I don't understand why you even let him sit at our table!" Ron said his face reddening. "And I don't understand why you'd invite me to sit with a rude git like him." said the Malfoy heir spitefully.
"I'm telling you," Harry started, keeping his cool, "if you both just got over the fact that you're in different houses you'd actually get along." Harry was right, Hermoine thought, both Draco and Ron loved Quidditch, Draco even showed some interest in chess, she didn't get why they fought at all. It didn't look like they'd ever stop fighting, Draco and Ron got angrier at each other with each passing second.
"Harry's right." Hermoine said, entering the argument to Daphne's disapproval. "Neither of you have a problem with me or Susan, so does it really matter?"
Harry turned to her, showing her a smile, before Ron and Draco turned towards her as well. "Snape was right when he said you needed to learn how to shut up, Hermione." Draco said, turning his anger on her. "It's no wonder no one can stand you, you're a nightmare honestly." Ron said, his face red in anger. She had been having a surprisingly good day, a really good day. The attempt at bullying from the Ravenclaws hadn't hurt her, but this… Tears welled up in her eyes, and she ran past the three boys.
Turning back around, Ron and Draco were surprised by the look on Harry's face.
The usual calm and collected Harry disappeared. A bystander might not notice the difference, but what really alerted them was the look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Ron spoke, "I was angry." "I know." was all that Harry said, and he did know, neither Ron or Draco would say something like that if they were level headed, but still, he was angry too. "Fight all you want, but at least you have one thing in common, you're both bloody gits." Harry spoke, with venom in his voice.
Harry sat at his favorite rectangular table in the Great Hall, Ron sat next to him, a guilty look on his face. Harry couldn't help but look towards the entrance, hoping Hermoine would appear.
Harry hated Halloween, it was a painful reminder of his parents death. Harry still remembered when he learned why he was called the Boy-Who-Lived, everyone had refused to tell him why out of fear of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, until he asked Snape during a private potions lesson. The potion master was livid that no one would tell him of the proud death of his mother, Lily, as she stood and protected Harry. Harry had learned of him surviving the killing curse, then Harry had learned the "name" of their killer, Voldemort. It was obviously a fake name, one used to strike fear in people's hearts, Harry hated it all the same.
Suddenly, Professor Quirrell flew into the Great Hall. "Troll!" He screamed, "Troll on the first floor!" Forcing himself not to think about the odd feelings he got from Quirrell's turban, Harry came to realization. Harry stood up looking at Ron, "Hermione! She's still on the first floor!" Ron, starting to stand along with the other students going towards their dorms, held a look of horror on his face. "We, we have to go find her!" with that they took off, pushing their way through the students rushing to get to safety.
Draco came to the same realization as Harry, not caring about the knowing look Pansy gave him, he sprinted towards the boys.
Running through the halls, they ended up staring at the back of a troll. The overweight beast, had dry grey skin and carried a foul smell. It had tree trunks for legs, and an enormous wooden log was held by one of its powerful arms. As they slowly followed the beast, they could hear crying coming from the girls bathroom. "Hermione." Harry whispered. The troll seemed to notice the noise as well as it turned into the bathroom. "We need a plan." Draco said, thinking like a Slytherin as he peered into the bathroom. Ron ignored this, seeing the troll slowly approach Hermione who had backed into a corner in fear, he charged into the bathroom.
"Stupefy!" "Stupefy!" He yelled, sending the spells into the trolls back. The troll was unaffected by the first years use of a stunner, but Ron was able to grab the trolls attention away from Hermione.
The troll turned to face Ron and let out a mighty roar, it's weapon was raised above its head as it prepared to smash Ron into a pile of blood and guts.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry bellowed, the log that could have caused the end of Ron Weasley, floated into the air before coming down, crashing onto the trolls head. The durable beast was stunned for a few seconds before it shook off the pain, giving Ron time to run back towards Harry and Draco.
"Ron, what did Hagrid say about trolls that one time?" Harry asked the redhead as his face scrunched up in thought. "What?" The confused boy responded. The troll looked at the three before it clenched its fist, beginning a slow trot towards them. "Ron, what did he say!?" Harry asked in desperation, sure that this was important information.
Hermione, coming out of her state of fear, called out to the boys as the troll picked up its pace. "Water!" she exclaimed, "They hate water!" Harry's face scrunched up further, unsure of how to use this information, while Draco sprung into action.
"Bombarda!" he shouted, pointing the spell at the wall in between two sinks. The sinks exploded from the walls, and water poured out from the pipes they were connected too. As the water sprayed the troll, it's movements slowed. Its steps towards the trio became slower, and slower, until it's body became solid stone. "When it's skin meets water, it only becomes dryer." Harry remembered, thinking out loud.
Before any of them could say anything on what just transpired, a brown bullet sped towards them, hugging the three together. "So," Draco spoke, "I'm guessing this means you forgive us?"
"Shut up, prat." Hermione responded between sniffles.
"Great." Professor McGonagall said, frightening the three boys as she entered the bathroom, "Now we've got two destroyed bathrooms." Behind her, Professor Snape emerged, Quirrell came too after peering into the room to make sure there was no danger. "What, are you four doing here?" Snape asked, staring daggers into them. "W-Well, when Professor Quirrell said that the troll was on the first floor, we rushed to get Hermione but…" Ron said a little scared of Snape. "It was in the bathroom with her, and we took care of it." Harry said.
Snape looked at the stone troll who stood frozen in the middle of the room, then looked into Harry's eyes. "I see," he said beginning to exit the room, "return to your dorms, immediately. Take care of the troll Minerva." "Last time I remember Severus, my position is above yours." She responded, looking over the troll for ways to remove it nonetheless. "No points, Professor?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. "Unless you want points for being reckless and foolish, no."
"At least they aren't squabbling like idiots anymore." McGonagall remarked, exiting the room to go get something.
"Squabbling like an idiot?" Ron started, in a joking tone, "No. We were just engaged in a passionate debate, between individuals."
"Of course," Draco responded, flipping a bang of his blonde hair out of his face, "we would never stoop so low as to screaming at each other, this is simply false information." he stated, coolly.
Hermione sighed, "I knew you two could get along, but I was not hoping for this." Harry chuckled before yawning, "Snape was right about going to our dorms, I'm gonna need some sleep after magically lifting that thing." he said, gesturing towards the enormous log that lay at the end of the room.
The four of them exited the bathroom, going towards their different dorms.
When Harry reached his bed, he entered a dreamless sleep.
A/N
Don't worry, when Snape looks into Harry's eyes he's not mind-reading, he's just thinking of Lily.
For this chapter I mainly wanted to show off more of the characters and how they act. Harry thinks fast and uses trickery (using the trolls weapon against him). Ron is brave and although he doesn't always show it, loyal. Hermione has all the information, and Draco showed the resourcefulness of a true Slytherin.