So sorry it's been, like, a month! I'm trying, honestly. I'm just...not good at trying? Idk. That's what my grades in school say. Nah, I'm just kidding. I have A's in all my classes.
Sorry, have a great day. Don't let my terrible story bring it down!
This one is Hallowe'en.
R&R, plz!
Harry followed the stupid idiots, Ronald Weasley and Charlus Potter, as they left the great hall, sneaking away from the others.
"This'll boost our standing for sure!" Ron said, rubbing his hands slightly, as they raced around the school.
"Yeah!" Charlus said, smiling slightly. "I still can't believe that idiot, Lavender-or whatever-is crying in the girls bathroom, over one slightly hurtful thing!"
"I know!" Ron crowed. "All I said was that her ass was bigger than her IQ would ever be!"
Harry stifled a snort. To hear that coming from Ronald Weasley, of all people. He knew that Ron wouldn't do homework a day in his life, if he didn't want all the grief everyone would give him. Harry stopped in his tracks as an awful stench flooded his nose.
"Oh!" Charlus said. "That's awful! But that must mean it's somewhere around here." They saw a lumbering troll, standing tall. Harry watched as it walked into the bathroom. They shut the door, high-fiving each other. Harry immediately knew that that was a bad idea, as a piercing scream cut into the nearly desolate halls of the castle.
"Bloody idiots," he mumbled, racing to the door, and unlocking it with a simple, "Alohomora." As he walked through, he spared a glance back, to see Ron and Charlus staring at him in shock. Another scream was heard, followed by a series of smashing noises. Harry Flamel turned away from them, rushing into the bathroom, to see the troll lumbering over Lavender Brown, who looked as though she was about to faint.
"He's trying to steal our-" another scream cut him off.
"I know!" Ron said. "Incapacitate him!" A spell was hurled at him behind his back. He twirled around, effortlessly stopping the spell on the tip of his wand, passing it back to Charlus. He threw one more stupefy for Ronald Weasley. Turning back to the task at hand, he threw several curses at the troll in a quick succession, knocking it down. He walked over. He knew that a troll would never be able to get in the castle on its own, so he tried to hurt it as little as possible. They only ever really hurt people-or other things-in self-defense.
Harry definitely knew that he would attack, and then asked questions, if he was dropped in a castle, seeing only possibly harmful things in his attempt to get out.
Harry had put a spell on himself after he'd finished defeating the troll, rendering him invisible. He was just in time, too, as the teachers came around the corner just as he'd stepped out. Charlus happened to be waking up a little at that point in time.
"He...we...blast...no effort..." he was mumbling incoherently as a spell lifted him into the air, Ron lifted with him.
"Oh," McGonagall uttered, stepping into the bathroom with round eyes. "What happened in here?"
"Well," Flitwick squeaked. "It would appear that someone had knocked the troll unconscious, after it had given all those here quite a scare. But...the question is who knocked the troll out? The only people in here are unconscious..."
"That's what I meant." McGonagall said with a glare. "The who."
"Well, you could have just said so. But for that, we don't know. Do we?"
"No," she said in a terse voice. "No we do not."
"Then that's settled," Flitwick said, looking back, straight into the corner where Harry was standing. He winked. Harry stood there in shock, not fully comprehending what had happened.
"But it's not!"
"What's not?"
"Honestly, aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" McGonagall asked as the two professors started walking back down the hall, still levitating all three unconscious people in front of them.
"Of course I am!" Flitwick sounded affronted. "I have all-" he continued on as they went out of hearing range for Harry, stalling for him.
He strolled through the corridors, rushing, though not in an actual hurry. "Amy? Bella?" he called out under his breath, as he entered the common room. His two companions quickly met up with him. As he was still invisible, all his classmates saw was a door opening, and then closing again, with no one going in or out. They just shrugged it off. What kinds of Ravenclaws were they? Not questioning something like that? Obviously not very good ones.
"What happened?" Amy asked, as they headed into the dorm, which was devoid of all people, thankfully. "We heard talk about a troll. Wanted to help, but we were afraid people would see us."
"Oh, I fought a troll. Only knocked it out, though. Felt sorry for the poor thing."
They nodded their heads along, understanding completely.
"I so wish we could have helped!" Amy squealed.
"You could have gotten killed," Bella chided, smiling despite herself.
"I learned how to do that when I was seven. We all did!"
"Touché."
"I know."
"Bedtime?" Amy asked, yawning.
"It's only," Harry checked his watch. "Quarter after eight."
"Long day hunting for mice," she said, yawning again.
"You go to the kitchens." Harry pointed out.
"Do I?" she asked, laying down on his bed, and falling into a snoring fit. Harry shook his head, laying down next to her, inviting Bella on as well. Harry lay there, up for a while after Bella had fallen asleep. What was he doing there? He flirted with the girls, he saved lives, and he did the mission he was supposed to.
But something wasn't right. he knew that. He just couldn't figure out what wasn't right.
He finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
He woke up sweating. Taking in deep lungfuls of air. His two lady-friends were up, on either side of him, shaking his shoulders.
"I'm up, I'm up!" he gasped, shaking them off.
"You had us worried," they were looking at him, concern evident in their eyes.
"I'm fine. Just a stupid nightmare, anyways."
"About?"
"Life. The night of the attack at the Potters Estate. How much my life sucks. Quirrel. Voldemort. The usual."
