Selena walked alone down an unfamiliar corridor. It was odd, it seemed like this was a place people tended to avoid going down as much as possible and only passed through if they absolutely had too. There was only one door on this long stretch of wall, absent of any portraits.

The sign nailed to the door read: Girls Bathroom, Out of Order.

"Strange?" Selena wondered. It looked like it had been out of order for decades. You'd think Dumbledore would've made an effort to fix it up or something. She thought. Looking around, she saw that she was alone, with only her flickering shadow by the light of the torches for company. No sign of Filch, Mrs Norris or Peeves anywhere. Curious, she laid her hand on the doorknob and jiggled it. to her surprise, it was unlocked.

Slowly pushing the door open she stepped into the room. The whole room was definitely ancient. There was a mass of broken sinks on the wall and mould was growing in certain places. Most of the cubicles were still standing, but they were covered in cobwebs and neglect. The air in the room smelled funny and the temperature was icy cold.

Selena took a few slow steps into the room, her Mary Janes clicking against the cobblestone floor. She stopped as she heard the slightest sound coming from the second cubicle.

There was a sob coming from inside the cubicle. "Who's there?"

Selena jumped at the voice. "I-I-I…" she stammered.

There was a whooshing sound and a squat ghost of a Hogwarts Student floated up from the cubicle. She had the glummest face Selena had ever seen.

"Who are you?" the ghost said.

"I-I-I-I w-was j-j-just e-e-exploring."

"Hmm, really? The only ones who bother to come in here are the ones who come here to tease and make fun of me. Nobody cares about me, Miserable, Moping, Moaning Myrtle."

Myrtle gave a wail that broke Selena's heart. "Myrtle, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, you're not! No one ever is? You're just here to tease me! Aren't you?"

"I would never tease another person! I'm not like that! I swear!"

"I don't believe you,"

"Oh Myrtle, I'm sure those people who tease you are horrible people, but I'm not one of those people."

Myrtle gave a sniff. "Really?"

"Really, really," Selena said, giving Myrtle a genuine smile.

"How long have you been here?" Selena asked.

"Since my death, in 1943. In life I was known as Myrtle Warren, but now, everyone calls me Moaning Myrtle."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Selena said, feeling sorry for Myrtle.

Myrtle scoffed and floated up into the U bend. "Don't. Nobody missed me even when I was alive. Took them hours to find my body – I know, I was sitting there waiting for them."

Selena slowly approached the U bend. "I'm sure someone missed you when you died, what about your parents?"

Myrtle turned her head around slowly. "They wouldn't have missed me at all, I may have been a witch, but I was a pathetic one. They wouldn't want to remember their failure of a daughter."

"I'm sure your parents loved you and her heartbroken when you passed away." Selena said.

"Yeah sure,"

"I'm serious, at least you knew your parents," Selena said with a huff.

Myrtle's eyes widened. "Y-You never knew your parents?"

"No, they're dead and I was raised by my Muggle Aunt and Uncle, it was horrible."

"How horrible?"

"Like having to sleep in a cupboard, doing all the chores, being ignored or criticised completely and being used as a punching bag for a fat slob of a cousin." Selena said, counting off the list on her fingers.

Myrtle stared at her in surprise but said nothing.

"See, you're not the only one who has had a hard life. I was also bullied and at times, I wanted to die too."

Myrtle floated down. "So why didn't you?"

"Because what good would dying do, that's just quitting and not taking on the challenges and pull through." said Selena, "I think you deserve a friend,"

"A f-f-friend?" Myrtle stammered, sounding like a mixture of astonishment and suspicion.

"Yes, a friend. Someone you can rely on, someone who will always listen to your worries. I will be more than happy to be your friend, Myrtle."

Myrtle narrowed her eyes. "How do I know you're not lying?"

Selena smiled at the ghost girl. "Because I was in your situation before,"

"Really? – say, what's your name?" Myrtle asked, realising that she never asked her name.

Selena giggled. "Selena, Selena Lillian Potter,"

On Halloween morning, the school woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better than the festivities, was that Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly, something they had all been dying to try since they'd seen him make Neville's toad, Trevor zoom around the classroom. Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice. Harry's partner was Seamus Finnigan and Selena's was Adeline.

"Now, don't forget the movement we have practiced, the swish and flick, now enunciate the charm. Wingardium Levisosa, off you go then." The whole class started to chant the spell to make their feathers levitate in the air. As expected, no one got it right the first try.

Selena knew that she didn't need to use a simple charm to make stuff fly, she could do that with her own mind. She had the urge to show it off during class before, but she remembered what Draco had told her on the train. "There are Wizards and Witches out there who are like those stupid Muggles. They will try to use your gift for their own. It'll be better for your safety if you keep this power a secret between yourself and those you trust with your life…"

Selena picked up her wand and tried her luck with the charm. "Wingardium Leviosa." Nothing happened. She tried again, but she stopped when she overheard Hermione talking to Ron.

"You're saying it wrong, it's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."

"You do then if you're so clever." Ron grumbled. Selena thought about for a second and tried the spell again. Her feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads, alongside another feather which happened to be Hermione's.

Professor Flitwick squealed gleefully. "Oh well done girls, look here everyone. Ms. Potter and Ms. Granger have done it!" Selena and Hermione smiled at each other. Ron was in a very bad mood after class. Selena parted ways with Harry and Ron to return a book she borrowed from the library.

Ron was complaining about Hermione after class. "It's no wonder no one can stand her," Ron said to Harry as they pushed through the crowded corridor, "She's a nightmare! No wonder she hasn't got any friends!"

Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face – which was stained with tears. "I think she heard you Ron." He said. Hermione didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon.

Selena walked down the hallway down towards the girl's bathroom on the first floor to wash up before going downstairs to the Halloween Feast. She opened the door and stepped into the bathroom, making her way over to one of the sinks. As she was washing her face she heard someone sniffling in the middle stall. Selena stopped and turned the water off to hear better. "Hello?" she started. "Is someone in here with me?"

"Go away!" sobbed a voice from the middle stall.

Selena's eyes widened. "Hermione, is that you?"

"Go away Selena!" snapped Hermione.

Selena walked over to the middle stall and knocked on the door. "Hermione, have you been in here all afternoon?"

There was a pause and another sob. "Just leave me alone," Selena decided that if Hermione wasn't going to tell her, she was going to find out herself.

Closing her eyes and scanning through Hermione's mind, she found the main thought that Hermione was thinking about. Selena felt a boiling rage build up inside her stomach. How dare Ron say that stuff about her!

Swallowing her anger, Selena headed for the door, knowing that Hermione was in no mood to talk. "Okay, come out when you're ready." She whispered to Hermione before she left the bathroom and headed towards the Great Hall.

Selena never felt so angry at Ron before. How dare he upset Hermione. The poor girl had locked herself in the girl's toilets all afternoon, crying her eyes out. She saw Ron sitting next to Harry at the Gryffindor Table and she almost felt like marching back up to the Common Room.

But instead she marched straight towards the red-haired boy and hit him over the head with a Transfiguration book. "Owww!" Ron cried out in pain, clutching the back of his head. "What was that for?"

"Guess who's been crying her eyes out in the girl's toilets all afternoon? Go on, Weasel, guess?!" Selena snapped, sitting next to Harry. Everyone turned to look at Ron, who glanced down at his plate, looking guilty.

"Is she okay?" Neville asked. "She's alright, but I let her alone so she can come out when she's ready."

Everyone turned to look at Ron, who was shifting awkwardly in his seat, but the Halloween decorations put Hermione out of their minds. A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low, black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet.

The Halloween Feast continued on and Hermione still wasn't there. Harry was just helping himself to a jacket potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into Hall, turban askew and terror on his face. "TROLL! IN THE DUNGEONS! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!" he stopped at the teachers table murmuring. "Thought you'd ought to know," before sinking to the floor in a dead faint.

There was an uproar as students started to panic. It took several blasts from Dumbledore's wand to silent the chaos. "Everyone please, don't panic. Prefects, lead your houses back to their dormitories immediately. Teachers, follow me to the dungeons."

Percy was in his element. "Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear of the troll if you just follow my orders. Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a Prefect!"

"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.

"Don't ask me they're supposed to be really stupid." Ron replied. "Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke."

Selena scoffed. "That prick has got a sick sense of humour."

They passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. They were jostling past a group of confused Hufflepuffs, when suddenly, Selena when chalk white and grabbed both Harry and Ron on the arm.

"What?" They asked her, a tad bit annoyed.

"Hermione, she doesn't know about the troll." Selena hissed.

Ron bit his lip. "Well, okay…" he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us."

Ducking down, they joined the Hufflepuff's going the other direction, slipped down an empty corridor and hurried off to the girl's bathroom, with Selena leading the way.

"This way!" she hissed, urging the boys to run faster. They were all on edge that they were either gonna get caught by a teacher or the troll. They had just past by a statue of Alexander the Great when they heard a chorus of footsteps behind them. "Percy!" Ron hissed and they ducked behind the statue, ducking into the shadows.

Peering around it, however, they saw that it was not Percy who was making the footsteps, but Snape. They watched as he disappeared down the hallway and out of sight.

"What's he doing?" Ron asked. "Why isn't he down in the dungeons with the other teachers?"

"Search me?" Selena muttered. Quietly as possible, they crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps.

"I think he's heading towards the third floor." Harry muttered.

"Ugh, you guys smell that?" Selena asked, her nose crinkled from the stench. It was the worst smell imaginable. A mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one ever cleans. Then they heard it – a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. Ron pointed – at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving towards them. They shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.

Selena covered her mouth to muffled the squeal that threatened to escape her mouth. It was a horrible sight. The thing was twelve feet tall, it's skin was a dull, granite grey, it's great lumpy body was like a boulder with a small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs, thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club that looked like an actual log, which dragged along the floor because it's arms were so long. "I think the troll has left the dungeons." Ron mumbled. The troll walked in front what appeared to be an empty classroom. It waggled its long ears making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.

"Oh no," Selena froze, turning pale as the Bloody Baron. "That's the girls bathroom!" she hissed.

"Hermione!" they all cried, sprinting towards the bathroom.

It was the last thing they wanted to do, but what choice did they have?

Hearing the high-pitched, terrified scream coming from within the room, made them all run faster. They burst through the door and saw Hermione cowering under the remains of the cubicles, looking like she was about to faint, a huge ugly troll standing over her. "Hermione, run!" Selena screamed.

Hermione started crawling on her stomach to escape as Harry, Ron and Selena started throwing stuff at it. "Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to Ron and Selena, seizing a broken tap and threw it as hard as he could against the wall.

"Hey ugly! Cop this!" Selena snapped, levitating several broken pieces of wood with her powers and pelting the wall next to the troll just like she had practiced with Draco's darts. The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what was making the noise.

"Oi, pea-brain!" Ron shouted, throwing a metal pipe at the troll's head. The troll didn't seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward Ron instead, giving Selena enough time to levitate Hermione into the air.

Hermione squealed as the invisible force lifted her into the air. "Don't panic!" Selena cried. "It's going to be fine!"

Hermione hovered over to Selena, thrashing and panicking. The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Selena, who was nearest.

Selena froze in terror – her concentration broke and Hermione fell a short distance to the floor. There was no chance of escape. Harry then did something very brave and very stupid. He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long, bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had been in his hand when he'd jumped – it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

Howling in pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any moment now, the troll was either gonna rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club. "Do something!" he cried out for help.

Hermione and Selena had sunk to the floor in fright; Ron pulled out his wand – not knowing what he was doing to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came to mind: "Wingardium Leviosa!" The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high into the air, turned slowly over – and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head.

The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble. Selena caught Harry as the troll fell and levitated him over to her. Harry felt his feet on the ground again. He was shaking and out of breath. Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done. It was Hermione who spoke first. "Is it – dead?"

"I don't think so," said Harry, "just knocked out." Harry looked up at Selena, who was shifting her feet awkwardly.

"How did you do that?" he asked her, wanting to know how Selena had managed to make him levitate without the use of magic.

"I-I'm a telekinetic." She stammered, knowing the truth was finally out. "I can move objects with my mind."

"You have psychic powers!" Ron gasped, turning to the other red head. "wicked…" he finished with a grin.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Harry asked her, bending down and pulling his wand out of the troll's nose. It covered in what looked like lumpy, grey glue. "Urgh – troll bogies." He wiped it on the troll's trousers.

A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made all four of them look up. They hadn't realized the racket they had made, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars. A moment later, Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart. Snape bent over the troll.

Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron, Harry and Selena. Harry had never seen her look so angry. All hopes of winning fifty points for Gryffindor faded quickly from Harry's mind. "Explain yourselves, all of you!" said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice. "What were you thinking? Why aren't you three in your dormitory?"

Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look, but when his eyes laid on Selena and he gave her a look of disappointment. Selena looked away from him, shuffling her feet in shame. Then a small voice came out of the shadows. "Please, Professor McGonagall – they were looking for me."

"Miss Granger!" Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last. "I went looking for the troll because I – I thought I could handle it – I read about them." Ron dropped his wand and Selena's mouth fell open. Hermione Granger, telling a downright lie to a teacher?

"If they hadn't found me, I'd probably be dead. Harry stuck his wand up its nose, Ron knocked it out with its own club and Selena picked me up and got me to safety. They didn't have time to come fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived." Harry, Ron and Selena tried to look as though this story wasn't new to them.

"Well – in that case…" said Professor McGonagall, staring at the four of them. "Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?"

Hermione hung her head. Harry was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, yet here she was, pretending to be to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape, had started handing out sweets. "Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," said Professor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. You better get off to Gryffindor Tower. Students are finishing the feast in the common rooms."

Hermione left. Professor McGonagall turned to Harry, Ron and Selena. "You three were lucky, not many first-year students could take on a fully-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. You may go."

They hurried out of the chamber and didn't speak at all until they had climbed two floors up. It was a relief to be away from the smell of the troll. "We should've have gotten more than fifteen points," Ron grumbled.

"Ten, you mean," Selena informed him. "once she's taken off Hermione's."

"Good of her to get us out of trouble like that." Ron admitted. "Mind you, we did save her."

"She might not have needed saving if you hadn't upset her." Harry reminded him.

Harry turned to Selena. "Why didn't you tell me that you were telekinetic?"

"I-I was afraid someone else would find out…" Selena whispered. "Remember what Hagrid said, not all witches and wizards are good. What if one such person uses me as some kind of weapon?"

"Who would want to use you as a weapon?" Ron asked.

"You-Know-Who," Selena murmured.

Harry nodded his head. "Fair point, next time you have a secret, just tell me."

"Okay," They reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Pig Snout," they said and entered. The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up, Hermione however, stood alone by the door, waiting for them.

There was a very embarrassed pause. Then, none of them looked at each other, they all said "Thanks," and hurried off to get plates. From then on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other and knocking out a twelve-foot troll is one of them.

Wow

Myrtle's made an appearance and Selena's powers have been discovered