Chapter 18:
A/N: Yay! now i've got as many chapters as reviews (hehe) ...sorry, i was suppose to put this up yesterday...it seemed 2 have...slipped my mind... keep reviewing.... liam aiken!
Halloween is usually a pretty crazy holiday. But it was even crazier at Hogwarts. We came downstairs at dinner, the classes were more 'halloween' based, with a Fright Potion, transforming pencils to skeletons, the History of the ghost, and everything. Dinner was breath-taking, there were Halloween decorations you couldn't even imagine of levitating off the ground over the tables. The ghosts were out and about everywhere. And so where the trolls.
Hermione had been having a rough week. That Weasley boy (the youngest one) wasn't being to nice to Hermione. I guess she kinda deserved it, she was being a smartypants. I felt filthy thinking that. She was my only friend. She wouldn't ever abandon me I wasn't acting strange, or so I thought. I pretty much thought wrong.
We entered the Great Hall at about 6:00 PM. As I said before, it was fantastic. There were many tasty sweets assorted on the tables, some familiar to me, some so very foreign. At about 6:45, everyone's buttons were popping off of their trousers, we were stuffed, the feast was magnificent. And then came Professor Quirell.
Professor Quirell, so far, has come off as very strange. He's really quiet and shudders at everything and wears a turban on top of his noggin. I don't think there is anything strange about a turban, it's just that, no one knew Quirell's background, we don't know anything about him. Or why he wears the turban. That's the strange part.
"Troll! In the dungeon, TROLL!" and then he fainted. There was screaming, horror struck faces, even the bravest weakened. I had no idea what to do. I didn't know what a troll was…or a real troll, out of the fairy tales. But I decided to do what the mainstream did and screamed.
We were suppose to line up quietly after our prefects and quickly go to our dormitories. "Everyone be quiet, Gryffindors, be quiet, now let's make sure everyone is among us…no one is missing?" Percy (the oldest red-head Weasley) was the Gryffindor prefect, at first we seemed to have everyone in the room, but there was an awkward emptiness, there was something wrong. "Hermione! She's not here, I remember she was in the bathroom… oh no…"
I was about to go get her… but those two boys, Ron and Harry decided to go.
(Ron probably felt guilty). It took a few hours before they all came back. And since Halloween, I've been seeing less and less of Hermione Granger. I guess I should've been the one to go save her.