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A/N: so here it is!! An update. However, there will be no more of these if I don't get five reviews. Yes dina and meena, you count, im not evil like someone I know!!

In any case, no reviewy no updaty. I just gave you this because im a kind sweet loving person, and im nearly fainting with joy because there is a new Georgia nicolson book. Love is most deffinatly a many trousered thing.

Ps. Im hoping to make this the longest update yet. Wish me luck

Pps. Im sorry that I chose to write a fic about such a nasty man. Oh well, just don't judge him too much, and don't think I don't love hagrid with all my heart, im just trying to use an authentic voice.

Chapter three

Halloween

Diary,

Term is speeding along. The seventh year class is quite intelligent, several of them even brewed truth potion successfully yesterday, I am quite pleased. There are however very few such students in my first year classes. The Longbottom boy is a complete disgrace. I really don't see the point in coming to Wizarding School if you are practically a squib! Honestly. However, there are some other students who are not as foolish as I thought. Potter is not half bad, though I hate to admit it. Weasly also is a decent student, but I get the sense that the two of them are really little more than the dunderheads I first thought them.

Quirrell has gotten even jumpier since the news of the break in at Gringotts. I wonder why. We all know that the stone is safe; we helped to protect it, for Slytherin's sake! In any case, I have resolved to keep a closer eye on him as Halloween approaches.

That is all the news for now,

S.S.

Diary,

Today my suspicions were confirmed. Quirrell let a troll into the dungeons of the castle as a distraction, and went to try to steal the stone. Only he could have let in a troll so large. He has a strange affinity with them, the one he put into the guarding of the stone was the largest I have ever seen, and the largest I ever hope to see.

It happened like this. We had all gathered in the great hall for the Halloween feast, when Quirrell came galloping in yelling about a troll in the dungeons, then he fainted. Well off course the students were sent quickly off to their common rooms, and we teachers headed to the dungeons to fend off the troll. However I noticed something rather strange. Quirrell, who had been revived by Poppy, hurried off in the wrong direction. Instead of going to the dungeons as Dumbledore requested, he was scurrying off in the opposite direction, right to the third floor corridor. He obviously didn't know that I had seen him, and I quickly debated the merits of forgetting that I had seen him at all. However, I chose to follow him and make sure he didn't get into anything that wasn't his business. I hurried out of the great hall, and followed Quirrell to the entrance to the third floor corridor. By the time I got there, the door was already open, and I could hear the dog growling ferociously. I ran through the open door and straight into Quirrell's back. The force of the impact was enough to knock Quirrell over, and I took the opportunity to turn around and drag him out of the chamber. Unfortunately the dog took the same opportunity to bit me on the leg. Hard. And all the time Quirrell was flailing about, trying to get me off him. The combined injury will surely have me limping for weeks. But no matter, I was successful in stopping that little fool from getting past the dog, but from the looks of my leg, the dog didn't really need my help. Perhaps that oversized oaf Hagrid is good for something after all. The dog is certainly going to be a good guard for the stone. In any case, I grabbed Quirrell, and ran to the dungeons, but on the way by the girl's bathroom, I heard a great deal of noise. Potter, Weasley, and the insufferable Granger had been discovered only moments after facing a full grown mountain troll, and living to tell the tale.

Evidently Granger is as foolish as I had suspected. She told us how she sought out the troll, thinking that she could kill it on her own. However, Potter and Weasley, being great, honorable gentlemen saw that she wasn't with the group of first years returning to Gryffindor tower, and went to look for her. Somehow they were able to take down the troll; I believe that Potter stuck his wand up its nose. How very commendable.

My leg has begun to throb terribly, and I think that I will end up having to limp for the next few days. I think that I shall keep my information to myself for the time being. No need to bother Dumbledore when I have everything in control.

Until next time,

S.S.

A/N: it always bothered me that snape didn't tell Dumbledore what he knew. Oh well. One of the traits of snapes personality that I am trying to play up is his loyalty to Dumbledore, and the whole not telling him about Quirrell trying to break in thing isn't helping me. No matter. OMG, I'm turning into Severus snape!!