Author's Note: I do not own any characters, except Evelynn Edwards, from the Harry Potter series. I also don't own any of the magic that is used or brought up; along with any locations within this fanfic. All things magical and anything affiliated with the Harry Potter series is strictly that of J.K. Rowling, author of the series.

P.S. I really wanted to update this sooner, but finals are next week so I had essays and studying to do. Anyway, here it is. Thanks for the reviews! I appreciate each one. :) Also there is a spell in this chapter which is "Linguam siles" this is one that I made up. It literally means, "You silence [your/the] tongue." Yeah, I'm taking Latin so it's just a rough sentence that I wanted to make into a spell. Well...ANYWAY, enjoy!


I woke up early the next morning and it was a relief to not have to rush down to the showers or to class. I had enough time to change into my robes and descend down the stairs towards the common room. It was empty and for some reason I wanted to go up and see Harry and Ron, but I was sure they were all sleeping and I wasn't in the mood to wake everyone up today.

I walked over to the couch and pulled the ancient book from my robes. There was that familiar pulling sensation; it felt as if each individual page was calling out to me and I embraced the warmth each page offered.

A name fluttered across my eye sight that seemed odd to be in this book; Lord Voldemort. I felt the book fall from my hands as I remembered the image of my grandfather dying in front of me in a collapsed heap.

I know that Voldemort is an extremely powerful wizard, but he wasn't an ancient wizard, was he? I looked at the image for his name; it was just a dark cloak whipping out of sight. The image played in a loop.

Why was there a book about Lord Voldemort at Hogwarts? When I flipped to the next page, it was blank.

Just then I heard footsteps padding down the stairs as older students began getting ready for their classes. I was still relaxing on the sofa when Harry and Ron bounded down the steps together.

At first I felt sort of nervous because of how I lashed out at them yesterday, but they both walked over to me as if nothing had happened.

"Hi," I meekly mumbled looking at the floor and they produced an equal constrained hello while avoiding each other's eyes. "Do you want to go to the Great Hall and have breakfast?" I asked in a tone that hopefully resembled apologetic.

They both just nodded their heads and we walked awkwardly towards the Great Hall; none of us were really saying anything each other.

"I—" I was about to apologize again when Fred and George popped up from behind us.

" 'Ello Harry, Evelyn, Ronald." Fred called out to the three and we all turned around.

"Don't call me that!" Ron whined to his brothers and they just laughed and grabbed his shoulder leading him into the Great Hall while teasing him the whole way; I felt a clenching feeling in my chest, but I didn't know what it meant.

Just then Harry turned towards me and produced my red necklace from within his robes. I had completely forgotten about it in my frustration with Malfoy, my excitement over Harry's seeker position, and my anxiety over my parents.

"Oh, I completely forgot about this. Thank you Harry," I looked up at him to make sure that he understood how important this was, "for getting it back for me." I smiled and he placed it nicely into my palm.

"It's broken." He stated and I looked down at it. The link to connect it was broken, but that was Malfoy's fault and not Harry's.

"It's okay. I'm pretty sure Malfoy did it." I seethed.

"I thought that the Gryffindor animal was the lion?" Harry asked.

"It is, but griffons are my favorite creatures." I smiled.

"Griffons are real?" Harry questioned.

I laughed, "Of course! So are dragons and hippogriffs. I would think that you'd realize that everything is possible. Let's go eat!"

I don't why, but after Harry, Ron, and I had breakfast we were laughing and talking as usual with no awkwardness hanging in the air. Then towards the end of the day, after classes, Harry had quidditch practice so Ron and I went separate ways.

This was how it was all week; Harry would go to quidditch practice at night and Ron and I would go up to the common room at night and either play wizard's chess or I would hang out with Fred and George. Maybe it was because Ron was a pure-blood like I was that we understood the same jokes and laughed at the same things.

Perhaps it was because I was so busy with classes and every day seemed to be better than the next with Fred, George, Ron, and Harry that I didn't even realize that I had been at Hogwarts for two months; it was already October.

On Halloween morning, Ron and I were sitting by each other and Harry on the opposite side in the Great Hall. I had stopped getting letters from my father and that kind of worried me because I didn't know what my mother was doing, but it wasn't enough to distract me from my fun. When the owls suddenly flew in from the high windows my stomach dropped when I saw Jeb.

I also saw a pure white owl that could only be Hedwig and she was carrying an obviously broom-shaped package. I quickly slipped my letter into a pocket in my robes and gave Harry my full attention because I just knew what that package was going to be even before he opened it.

"Well? Aren't you going to open it, Harry?" I questioned barely containing my excitement and Ron inched closer as well.

"I can't," he handed a note over to me and it read: DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

"Well what are you waiting for? Come on!" I reached for Ron's arm and pulled him up and Harry grabbed the package and we all ran out of the Great Hall. As we were about to hurry up the stairs, we saw that it was blocked by Crabbe and Goyle and then Malfoy appeared suddenly from behind them. He grabbed the package out of Harry's hands and I instinctually went to grab it back, but Goyle threw out his wand and pointed it at me defensively.

"That's a broomstick," Malfoy said, throwing back at Harry. His face was a mixture of jealously and spite on his face. "You'll be in it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them."

Ron couldn't help it as he said, "It's not any old broomstick. It's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you have at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty? Yeah, that's not even in the same league as a Nimbus."

"What would you know about it Weasley? You couldn't even afford the handle. I bet you're brothers have to save up twig by twig."

"Linguam siles!" I quickly muttered and whipped out my wand towards him. Malfoy's tongue curled backwards and his mouth closed. His eyes popped opened and he started screaming, well as much as he could with a silent tongue. Harry and Ron started laughing as we continued upstairs until we ran into Hermione.

"I suppose you three think that's a reward for Harry breaking the rules." She said with an angry voice.

"I thought you weren't speaking with us," Harry said as his laughter immediately died down when he saw Hermione.

"This is why you have no friends Hermione. You're such a nightmare." Ron said and I couldn't help but think that he took it too far. Hermione looked at me before pushing passed Ron and running out of sight.

They didn't seem to be bother about what they said and they began racing up the stairs again with the same excited faces.

"Hey Evelyn let's go! What are you doing?" Ron yelled and they realized that I wasn't following them. I really wanted to see the broom, but when I watched Hermione's back rushing away, I felt bad.

"That was really mean, Ron." I stated firmly and began running after her to catch up. The first thing I realized was that they didn't follow me; I guess they really didn't like Hermione. "Hermione! Wait up!"

She looked backwards and then tried to pick up her speed. She turned left into the girl's bathroom and I quickly followed her. It was there where I saw that she was crying. "Hermione? Are you alright?"

"Of course I'm not alright, Evelyn, I'm crying!" She yelled and her face turned all pink with embarrassment.

"Oh," I stated awkwardly. I didn't really know what to say except to apologize for what Ron said. "You know Ron didn't mean it—"

"Yes he did. I'm not stupid, Evelyn. Why did you even follow me? It's not like you don't think the same thing as them," she mumbled in an incoherent sentence from crying.

"I don't!" She looked up at me as if she knew I was lying. "Well, yeah, I mean I think you're a little insufferable, but I also know that you can be fun to be around."

"That's not what everyone else thinks." She stated.

"Well that's because you haven't shown them. If you act more like a kid and less like an adult then they'll start liking you. And here is a hard truth, Hermione, no one like a know-it-all."

"Do you know that you're smarter than you act, Evelyn?" She sniffed and I started to laugh.

Just then Parvati and Lavendar walked in and took one look at us and left. Hermione looked over at me and we both started laughing.

It felt like we had been in this bathroom all afternoon; we were both sitting on the floors, that were completely filthy, talking. We wanted to know more about each other and it felt like how I got to know Harry and Ron the first day. Hermione had stopped crying, but her face was still puffy and pink from earlier. She was very much like me the way Ron was similar to me as well, but they were both very different.

Just then both Hermione and I heard extremely loud crashing and then the floor started vibrating.

"What was that?" Hermione gasped. I jumped up from the floor.

"Should we go check?" I whispered inching towards the door and Hermione grabbed my arm.

"Wait," we shared a looked before she let go and grabbed her wand, "alright l-let's go." We closed in on the door and I cracked the door open to see Professor Quirrell running straight passed us and it looked like he was smiling. When I looked passed him I sucked in a ragged breath and closed the door as quickly as I could.

"What? What did you see?" Hermione asked frantically.

"Okay. Don't freak out." I urged quietly.

"Evelyn! What is it?"

"Alright, it's just…you know… a troll…" I mumbled stepping away from the door.

"A troll? What should we do? We can't take on a troll, we're just first years!" Hermione whispered in a shrilly voice following behind me.

"Well luckily we're not adults," I shot her a look, "so that means we don't have to think rationally. Now, trolls are stupid creatures so we might be able to just stay quiet and let it pass—"

The door to the girl's bathroom swung open and we stood there, Hermione and me, staring straight at the ten foot troll. The smell radiating off of it was terrible.

"Well hello there!" I managed to say and the troll stared out at us. As I said, trolls are stupid creatures, this one was probably still surprised to see us. He then raised his club. "Wait!" The troll stopped with surprise from the loud noise. I pulled out the first thing that was in my pockets. It was my quill. "Look! Shiiiiny! You want this?" The troll went to reach out for it when Harry and Ron burst into the girls' bathrooms.

The sudden noise distracted the troll and Ron yelled, "Run!" Hermione grabbed my hand and ran into the stall. We crouched down and wood pieces rained down on us from the sudden blow from the troll.

"Evelyn!" I heard a voice yell out and then I heard Hermione scream right next to my right ear.

"Let's go!" I said and we began crawling into each stall and soon we were in the last stall. I peeked out from the bottom of the stall and the troll saw me and swung his club and I ducked.

Harry jumped on top of the troll giving us another distraction and we jumped out of the stall and ran towards the faucets. I reached into my robes, but I couldn't find my wand and I looked over towards the stall and saw it in the rubble of stone and wood.

"Ron! Do a spell!" I yelled and caught the troll's attention, but before he could swing his club at me, Harry had stuck his own wand up the troll's nose.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron stuttered and then we all watched silently as the club lifted up from the troll's grasp and into the air above its head. He then let it crash on top the troll's head and Harry quickly jumped off the troll's back and it collapsed on the floor.

We were all silent and trying to catch our breaths. Hermione was the first to ask, "It is dead?"

"No." I stated as I stepped over its head to grab my wand off the floor. "It's knocked out so we shouldn't stay and dawdle."

Harry grabbed his wand from the troll's nose and wiped it off on its back. "Ugh—troll boogers."

We all looked up when we heard slamming and footsteps coming from behind them and when we turned around we saw Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell with stunned looks on their faces.

Professor Quirrell was ashen-faced and Snape looked down the troll with contempt. And then we all looked at McGonagall and her face was…better not to describe.

"You four," her voice came out in an enraged whisper. "Would you care to explain what on earth you four are doing down here?"

"Ron! Put your wand down," I whispered harshly. All three teachers' piercing stares look towards me as Ron lowered his wand.

"They were l-looking for me. If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead." Hermione managed to say in a clear voice. We all looked at her in surprise because Hermione never told a lie to a teacher.

"Miss Granger! What were you doing down here?" Professor McGonagall questioned.

"I went looking for the troll because I—I thought I could deal with it on my own—you know, because I've read all about them."

All three of our mouths dropped open in surprise.

"Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived." She continued. Professor McGonagall looked at us and we quickly straightened up and nodded our heads.

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

"I know Professor, I'm sorry."

"Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," Professor McGongall stated and Hermione nodded and left. She then turned her stare at Ron, Harry, and me. "Not many first years can handle a mountain troll in their first year. Five points will be rewarded to Gryffindor for each of you for…pure luck. Now go to your dormitories."

All three of us began heading to the common room.

"I think we could have gotten more than fifteen points. We took on a mountain troll!" Ron muttered.

"Well, ten points when they take off Hermione's points." Harry said.

Ron looked at me before saying, "It was good of her to get us out of trouble like that. Mind you, we did save her after all."

"We wouldn't have needed saving if you weren't so mean to her in the beginning." I stated.

When we reached the common room, it was so noisy from everyone talking about the troll while eating the dinner that was interrupted earlier. However, Hermione was waiting in the corner of the room and we walked up to her. The three of them mumbled a quick, "Thanks."

I laughed and wrapped my arms around each of them in a hug and then quickly let go, "Alright let's go eat! I'm starving!"