Ron's Theory- The Night of the Trolls

This is the 3rd part in my Snape's Black Eye story. It's possibly my favourite so far and I'm rather proud of it. Please remember to read and review! I don't own Snape (I wish), Harry (I'd rather not), Ron (He'd be amusing,. I could stick him in a corner and poke him…fun!) or any other characters in this story 'cos they all belong to JK Rowling who keeps them in her cupboard and won't let them out =)

Ron laughed. "You seriously think that your grandmother hit Snape? You're delusional, mate!"
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville were sitting in the Great Hall for lunch. It was now pouring down with rain above their heads- a typical unpredictable September. Ron waved a half-eaten cheese sandwich around absentmindedly. "I reckon that the thing that hit Snape was... wait for it....a troll!"
Hermione tutted and shook some breadcrumbs out of her hair. "Don't be stupid Ron. Why would Snape be battling a troll?"
"If you're just going to ignore the truth Hermione, then don't bother listening. Harry believes me, don't you Harry?"
Harry nodded a little bit too enthusiastically to be entirely convincing. "Well," said Hermione, "Fine. Oh and by the way Ron, you've just flicked some cheese into that Slytherin 7th year's hair." She then proceeded to take a book out of her bag entitled '101 Ways To Transfigure a Mushroom' and disappeared behind it, while Ron tried, and failed, to remove the offending cheese without the Slytherin noticing.

"So," said Ron, after he and Harry had been chased out of the Great Hall by a spoon-wielding Slytherin, "I expect you want to know what I think happened to old Snape then?"
"Erm...yeah. Course." replied Harry, nodding his head so over-enthusiastically that his glasses slipped off the end of his nose. Ron didn't seem to notice.
"Well I reckon that it happened like this. I'll bet you anything that Snape was sneaking around......"

Snape was sneaking around the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was dark- after midnight- on a moonless night. The only sounds were the swishing of Snape's cloak as he swept past Hagrid's cabin, and the muffled snoring coming from within. It wasn't unusual for Snape to be sneaking around at night. Actually he did it on a regular basis, just to check that everything was in order. And to see if he could find Harry Potter or any of his little friends out after dark so he could dock points, shout, sneer, and generally make his day complete. Not that he was entirely a bad man. He just hated Potter. His hair, his eyes, his scar, his stupid little...

"Oi!" said Harry.
"Er, sorry. Got a bit carried away there. Anyway..."

Snape froze. He heard a twig crack from behind him. He whipped around to see a massive form behind him. It lurched forwards, arms outstretched, fingers reaching out for Snape….then the beast let out a great snore and muttered "Norbert give yer ol' Hagrid a hug." Snape gently escorted Hagrid back into his hut trying not to wake him. It would be most embarrassing for Hagrid to wake up and find him, Severus Snape, potions master and head of Slytherin house in nothing but his Care Bears pyjamas and cloak. Manly Care Bears pyjamas of course. Snape sighed. It was boring tonight. No-one to tell off. 'I know!' thought Snape. 'I'll go into the forest! There's often students in here. Mostly 'at it' but never mind. Watching Keith Figgins running out into the grounds with his trousers around his ankles last year was most amusing.' So off went Snape into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He had been walking for almost 10 minutes when he heard a deep rumbling and, before his very eyes, an 8 foot troll popped out of the ground in front of him. It's bloodshot eyes were rolling in it's skull and it brandished in one boulder-like fist a wooden club.

"Er, the troll popped out of the ground?" said Harry.
"Well yeah, obviously." " But trolls don't pop out of the ground, do they?" "Yeah well this one did. Maybe it was waiting for Snape or something, I dunno. But as I was saying…"

Snape whimpered as the troll leered down on him and swung its club menacingly. "Stupify!" said Snape, "Stupify!" But the troll's green bumpy skin was too thick and the stunning spell made no difference. The troll advanced forwards and Snape backed away until he was up against a tree. He was cornered. 'Typical,' thought Snape. 'And it's all my fault. If I wasn't so nosy and such a horrible person then this wouldn't have happened… wait, what am I thinking? It's never my fault! It's always that Potter boys fault! Damn you Harry Potter….' But then Snape remembered the events of one Halloween night five years ago….
"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" cried Snape and the troll's club flew into the air. 'Thank you Ronald Weasley!' thought Snape, 'You brilliant, talented, amazing…' Snape looked up. The club plummet downwards, heading straight for Snape's eye…

Part 4 will be coming up soon and then after that will be part 5- the final part. Should be good. So R&R (bet you're bored of me saying that eh?) please.