Troll

Fred's POV

Troll. In the dungeon. That's what Quirrell said. Troll. I heard everyone scream. I didn't. I snarled and held Brownie close to me in a protective stance. No way was I letting her get hurt. Never. I loved her too much. I gasped, still holding her close. I did not just think that. Had I just admitted...? Was I? Was I in love with Brownie? I shook my head. I couldn't be in love with someone who didn't like me back in that way... Or could I? I sighed and heard the announcement. Back to the Common Room. I held Brownie's hand and followed everyone back. We'd be OK. I saw Ron and Harry run somewhere. Crap. They'd have to be OK. They were probably seeing Dumbledore. Probably. Hopefully. I shoved the thought out of my mind as I walked into the common room, putting Brownie in first. We sat on the sofa and she nudged up close to me in fear. I held her closely and George came to sit next to me, Lee next to Brownie. We all huddled up whilst everyone was silent.

'Guys. Why are we being quiet?' I yelled to the room. Everyone mumbled and people started to chat.

'Fred?' Brownie asked quietly.

'Yeah?' I asked.

'You're squeezing me.' she smirked. I chuckled and loosened my grip on her. I had been worried! Give me strength!

Soon enough, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in. Brownie leapt up and ran to Harry and Ron, hugging them both. A stab of jealousy went through me so hard it hurt. I doubled over, seeing Brownie hug Hermione as well. She saw me and ran back over, placing herself next to me, sitting close to me, grabbing my hand. The pain went away and I smiled at her. Bloody hell. I was in love with Bronwen Kelly. Brilliant. I saw Harry and Ron whispering and Harry was blushing. I raised an eyebrow at him and he blushed more. He better not be talking 'bout my Brownie! I chuckled at this and fell asleep, holding Brownie in my arms.

I woke up, Brownie still lying there in my arms, her eyes wide open. 'Morning sleepyhead!' she chuckled. I smiled at her.

'Morning Sleeping Beauty!' I smirked. She rolled her eyes and pulled me up. We went through a secret passage into a room. Brownie was meant to practise in this room once a week, for her Animagus Transformation. We met McGonagall there and she smiled. I sat on a chair, doing some homework whilst they practised. I was absentmindedly looking at her. She noticed and smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and went back to my homework. Eventually the practise finished and I sighed out of relief. Then the next few months went by. Then came something none of us expected.


HEE HEE HEE! TROLL! And from this comes the phrase 'To do a Quirrell'... ;)

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