The short little man was teaching them how to do a levitation spell.

"Make sure you don't say it wrong! The creator of this spell accidentally summoned a bull on top of himself and died!" The teacher named Flintwich or something like that said. Harry wondered for a second why on Earth they would be teaching this spell to inexperienced first year students, but then he stopped himself because questioning wizards never gets you any logical answers.

"Remember! Swish and flick! If you flick and swish instead then you will turn into a lot of paperwork for me!" And with that, the class started trying to cast the spell.

Hermione got the spell down in one try.

"Well done! 10 points to Gryffindor!" The professor cried, clapping his hands.

Ron sneered and swung his wand around. "Wingardium Leviosa! Wingardium Leviosa!"

There was a terrifying boom and the walls shook, dust falling from the ceiling in sheets. Seamus was laying face down on the ground, completely covered in ash. His desk was obliterated and the students that were sitting next to him were screaming.

Hermione shook her head. "It's Levi-OH-sa, not levi-oh-SA."

Ron rolled his eyes and completely ignored her. After class, Harry was walking with Ron to the common room to put their supplies away before the Halloween feast that night.

"Did you hear her in there?! It's Levi-OHHHHH-sa, not LEVIOSAH!" Ron screamed dramatically. "SHE'S A NIGHTMARE OH MY GOD!"

Hermione pushed past Harry, tears in her eyes, and she disappeared into the castle.

"I think she along with the entire school heard you, Ron." Harry whispered. "Malfoy may be racist but you're kind of mean so I might have to go sit with him at the Slytherin table from now on." Ron just rolled his eyes.

The halloween feast was so awesome though. The food was great and they had cool decorations and it was really just…cool. Harry was always locked up tight during Halloween, even though it was a holiday for freaks, which he was, apparently. Hermione wasn't there, which was concerning but not surprising.

He glanced over to see Ron stuffing his face with food, as if he wasn't feeling even a little bit guilty for calling Hermione a nightmare. Weird. This was somehow worse than racism?

The doors to the great hall burst open, and the freak professor, Quirrel, came stumbling in, screaming his head (or turban?) off.

"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! Thought you ought to know…" then he collapsed on the ground for some reason. His turban fell off but he quickly slammed it back onto his head then went still once more.

There was a moment of silence, then a high pitched girl scream ripped through the air, the source being Malfoy. He was freaking the heck out. Dumbledore stood from his seat and directed all students to go back to their dormitories. Everyone calmly began walking from the Great Hall, except Draco, who was still screaming and crying lol.

"OMG Hermione is down in the dungeons crying in the bathroom after that Weasley boy right there called her a nightmare!" One of the Gryffindor girls yelled while pointing aggressively at Ron. Ron turned a little red (not as red as his hair though, that mop is RED red).

"We gotta go save her, Ron!" Harry decided and took off for the dungeons, a little chaotically. Ron followed close behind him.

Both of the 11 year olds went off to rescue Hermione from the troll.

They showed up at the bathroom to see the troll smashing the stalls, a small Hermione screaming and crawling on the floor to get away from it.

"Ron, distract it!" Harry yelled, running forward to climb the troll. He made it all the way to its head while Ron levitated a club to smash into its stupid head. The troll stumbled a little, but good thing Harry, the hero, was there to stick his wand up the troll's nose. The heavens parted to shine light onto Harry, while the music swelled at his victory. The troll fell forward, dead from this amazing technique, and Harry smoothly stepped off of its head.

"Hermione, are you ok?" Harry asked, his hair moving in the wind.

"Yes, I'm ok," she sniffed. "How did you guys-"

"OH MY GOSH!" McGonagall cried, stepping into the bathroom with Snape and Quirrell trailing behind her. Quirrell, at the sight of the dead troll, fell like a bag of rocks. He made sure to hold his turban tightly against his head while it happened.

"Professor, we-"

"100 points to Gryffindor for each of you, but don't do it again," she said. What a girlboss.

Snape sniffed unhappily behind her, also, he was limping suspiciously. Weird.

"Now go to bed."

They left the bathroom and the dead troll behind, entering the Gryffindor tower as best friends forever. Sometimes, all it takes is killing a dangerous magical creature together to forge unbreakable bonds. How beautiful!