A/N: I cannot even begin to appologize for taking so long to update, I've just been so busy, I know, it's not a very good excuse, but anyway, without further ado here is the next chapter of Year 1.

Chapter 9: Complete Chaos

Phoebe's POV

It was the morning of Halloween and I still hadn't heard a reply from Grams. Prue and Piper had both sent me a letter in reply, granted Prue still completely hated my decision to attend Hogwarts, although she kept saying how much it wasn't true that she just hated the fact that it was against Gram's wishes. Piper's letter had informed me of what was going on around there, what I was missing, how school was, especially how dull it seemed compared to this place. I had started to count down the days till Christmas break so that I could see my family, and so I could question Grams on the matter of my supposedly deceased uncle.

At the moment I was sitting at the Gryffindor table in the great hall with Fred on my left and Harry and Ron across from me. I wasn't really talking to Fred, or George who was sitting on Fred's other side, but I was conversing with Harry and Ron. I had gotten into the routine of rotating whom I sat with. Sometimes I would sit with Harry and Ron, other times I'd sit with Hermione, and still other times, although not very often at all, I would sit with Fred and George. Hermione seemed to not hang around Neville much anymore though so I felt kind of bad when I didn't sit with her. I had started to become really good friends with Harry and tended to spend more time with the boys than with Hermione.

"Hey Phoebe," George said, interrupting the conversation I was having with the two boys.

"I was talking with them you know," I said politely feigning annoyance, signaling Harry and Ron.

"Yeah, yeah," Fred said turning his attention to me.

"We've got something planned for later today, just wanted to tell you…" George said.

"To be careful when walking around the corridors," Fred finished off, both twins smiling widely.

I smiled back slightly. "Oh really? And why's that?"

"You'll see," George said.

"Just heed our warning…"

"Or you'll regret it," George finished.

"Thanks for the warning, I think," I replied cautiously. What the hell are they up to? I turned back to Harry and Ron to see that they had started up the conversation again, leaving me out of it. I sighed and went back to eating my breakfast, knowing that classes had been canceled for the holiday. I was wondering how well their idea was going to work, thinking everyone would be outside, but then I remembered it was bone chillingly cold out there and not many people would be caught dead congregating outside. I smiled and laughed to myself, thinking of all the things that they could be planning.

Later that day I was walking through the corridors, looking for Hermione who, according to Ron, hadn't been seen since earlier today, although he refused to say anymore on the subject. I was trying to avoid large groups of people, keeping the twins warning in the back of my mind, telling myself I'd soon be back in Gryffindor Common Room, safe from whatever they were planning.

I turned out of a side corridor and was rewarded with the sound of a million and one firecrackers and whatnot exploding in the hallway in front of me. I paled slightly when I saw what was going on, not just hearing it and started to back away. Fred and George had combined many of the different firecrackers and various other wizarding, and some muggle, objects they could find. The result was something I had never seen before, really many different something's I had never seen before.

I spun around to try and race out of there as I felt students rushing past me to get a first row seat for the spectacle, I however wanted nothing to do with it, I was busy trying to find Hermione. I got pushed forward while I tried to escape the mayhem and ended up right smack dab in the front of the crowd.

I couldn't go forward any farther or I would be in the way of the explosives, but I couldn't go backward because there were too many people behind me. I tried pushing backwards anyway, hoping people who wanted to get closer would let me through, and it worked, to some respect. I got pushed backwards until I was stuck in the middle of a group of people who didn't seem to want me to leave.

"Would someone please let me out of this crowd!" I screamed frustrated over all the noise present in the hall.

Everyone quickly moved out of my way, even though I was a first year most people knew not to get on my nerves, although sometimes they did anyway. I quickly scampered through the crowd and continued onward to find Hermione.

I had searched all over the school, taking any secret passageway that I knew of and being extra careful of all corridors, and still I had not been able to find Hermoine. I had run into a few teachers to whom I said a quick polite hello and was on my way again. I couldn't think of anywhere else that she could possibly be, so I was heading back to the common room to get ready for dinner when I heard muted crying coming from the other side of the corridor I was in.

I slowly walked over toward the noise and came to rest in front of a bathroom door. I looked at it curiously and slowly opened the door.

"Hello…" I called in hollowly. When no one answered, but the sobbing subsided slightly, I walked in. "Anyone in here?"

"Phoebe?" I heard someone call from the shadows, but I was unable to place the voice.

"Yeah?" I replied quietly, just loud enough for whoever it was to hear me. I was constantly looking around searching for the source of the voice and when I didn't find anyone I assumed they were in a stall. Hermione emerged from one of the stalls closest to me and I jumped slightly. "

Hermione, I've been looking all over for you," I said placing my hand on my heart. "What's wrong?"

She sighed trying to wipe away the tears unnoticed. "Nothing," she replied quietly. "I'm fine, really."

I raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on my right hip. "Oh really?"

Hermione sighed again and smiled slightly. "Ok, not really. Ron was being a real brat to me earlier, I guess I just got fed up with it."

"Looks like I'll have to have a word with him about that. I don't think anyone should be making fun of anyone, unless of course it's us making fun of Draco," I said smiling slightly.

Hermione shook her head at my comment. "Sorry you couldn't find me, I didn't realize how late it had gotten."

"Yea, dinner should have started by now, if we leave right away we should make it in time for…"

I spun around and my eyes grew wide as I heard extremely loud constant bangs outside of the bathroom door. I looked back at Hermione and we exchanged worried glances.

"That didn't sound good, not one bit," I said as quietly as I could so that Hermione would still hear me.

"No, it didn't," Hermione agreed as we backed up toward the farthest wall from the door.

Just as our back hit the wall lightly, the door to the room was flung open and we both couldn't help but scream. We stood huddled together, fear mounting, as something humongous entered the room. I shrunk down farther against the wall as realization struck me.

"Her…Her…Hermione, isn't that a…a…troll?" I stuttered as I was overcome with even more fear than before the realization.

All Hermione could do was nod, several times, at my statement.

"What do we do?" I asked quickly, wanting nothing more than to keep my life, and for Hermione to keep hers.

"I…I don't know," Hermione barely got out. "You know just as much as me."

"Not about trolls," I replied, terror evident in my voice.

Throughout our little exchange the troll had noticed our presence and had hesitated just slightly before plunging headlong into an attack against us. We both screamed at the top of our lungs as I tossed Hermione to one side and jumped to the other. The troll's club came cracking down on the wall just as we got out of the way. Had I hesitated only a second longer we both would have been crushed.

"Run!" I hollered.

"Run where?" Hermione hollered back as I barely avoided yet another blow from the club.

"Anywhere but here!" I screamed as the troll rounded on Hermione and swung the club high above Hermione's head, shattering some of the stalls.

I screamed and ran toward the door that would lead outside the accursed room as the troll came after me again. Before I could get there I had to fall belly first onto the ground to avoid a fatal blow from the troll's club. The door flung open and I spun my head, as did Hermione and the troll, to see Ron and Harry standing in the doorway.

"Run!" I screamed at them as the troll barreled after them.

Instead of running like I had told them they stood there gaping, till just seconds before the troll reached them and they dove out of the way, and out of their only chance for escape. There was no way they'd make it out of here without the troll trying to stop them now.

"Do something," Hermione said over the pounding of the troll's steps.

"But what?" I replied horror evident in my words. The trolls club came down on the floor and a piece of the wreckage flew up and hit me on the cheek. My hand flew up to the injury and I silently cursed.

"I don't know," was Hermione's muffled reply.

I looked quickly around to examine my surroundings. The troll was attacking Hermione again, and Ron and Harry were trying desperately to think of a way to stop it. When they were unable to come up with a way Harry flung himself at the troll, grabbing onto the club. He was swung around and fell off, landing on the troll's head.

"Someone do something," Harry called out desperately as his wand was shoved up the troll's nose.

"Ron, the club," Hermione pleaded. "We have to knock him out."

Ron looked completely puzzled by this statement and just stared. For me what Hermione was talking about hit home as the club was being brought down toward her. I quickly whipped out my wand and cast the only spell that I could think of that just might save us.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" I screamed making the wand movements we had learned earlier that week. The club flew up and out of the troll's hands. He looked around lost and then looked up at his club. I released the club from the spell and it fell right on his head, barely missing Harry, who was still holding onto the troll for dear life, as it fell down to the floor.

The troll slowly fell to the ground, rocking back and forth slightly first before slamming onto the cold hard floor with a thud. I looked around at Ron, who's face was deathly white, at Hermione, who looked just as white, and Harry, who was just now getting off the troll and retrieving his wand, his face white, but not quite as white as the others. I looked behind me and into one of the shattered mirrors. I was a mess, but I was glad to say I was not deathly white, slightly white yes, but not deathly so.

"Everyone alright?" I asked dazed as a few of the professors came storming in.

"What on earth happened here?" came Professor McGonagall's stern voice.

My head whipped around toward the professors who were congregated around the door and my eyes got wide.

"Explain, someone," she said extremely stern.

"Well…um…you see…" I stammered trying desperately to come up with something, anything to tell them.

"We weren't aware there was a troll, we weren't at dinner, we were just headed over there. If Ron and Harry hadn't come by when they did, we probably wouldn't be standing here in front of you now."

"Well, you really should have been there," McGonagall answered slightly baffled. "Five points each from Ms. Granger and Ms. Halliwell…however, you boys will receive ten points each… for sheer dumb luck…"

I glanced over all the teachers as Professor McGonagall spoke, seeing who was there and what was reflected on their faces. My eyes came to rest on Professor Snape, who was looking at Ron, but starting to glance at Harry. I looked at the ground for just a second out of habit and caught a glance of Snape's leg. I could see the faint gleam of fresh blood there and I was barely able to contain a gasp. Had he let the troll in? Is that how it had gotten into Hogwarts and how Snape had received the injury? He quickly covered it up and I looked over at Harry who had also noticed the injury.

Professor McGonagall hadn't really looked at me, had just known it was me because of my voice, but now she turned toward me and saw my cheek, where the excess piece of floor had hit me. Her eyes got wide and she cleared her throat slightly.

"Ms. Halliwell, I will accompany you to the hospital wing, everyone else seems to be in better shape, if they wish to they may accompany us," she stated calmly. In all the terror and worry I had forgotten about the deep cut on my cheek, and various other injuries. I now felt the sticky red liquid rolling down my cheek and neck. I nodded slightly, suppressing a gasp of pain from the newly remembered injury. McGonagall turned and left, leaving me to silently follow behind her. I rushed to catch up and quickly fell in step with my professor, sighing as I did so.