Alright, here is the chapter and omake experiment I've been talking about. Now before I get into this I want to talk about something. You probably noticed that whenever I posted a chapter and gave a disclaimer followed by the proper ownership, I've listed them as being properties of J.K. Rowling, Warner Media and AT&T. Now the first two are reasonable, J.K. Rowling own the rights to the characters and story of Harry Potter because she is the author and creator of the series. Warner Media is a media conglomerate that owns not minor companies like HBO, but also Warner Brothers Entertainment, which owns not just the films rights to the Harry Potter series, but also Cartoon Network, which owns Hanna Barbara and thus Ed, Edd & Eddy. But there are two things that you're wondering. The first is why is AT&T, a phone company, is involved in the ownership. Well that's because in 2018 AT&T bought the formerly independent TimeWarner company and all its concidearies for 85 billion dollars, before then changing the name to Warner Media. As for the second question, why am I not naming Danny Antonucci as having rights to the characters, story and overall design of Ed, Edd & Eddy, despite being the creator, executive producer, director and one of the primary writers of the show, for being the owner of the show. Well, unfortunately, that's because he isn't. See, in the world of animation, producing a show is expensive. Character design, storyboarding, primary animation, designing the in betweens, outlines, rough drafting, writing plots and scripts, voice acting, coloring, filming and editing can take months and cost millions of dollars, even if the show lasts for only one season. For a quick example, a single episode of Family Guy takes six months to make. And that's with digital programs such as CG animation, adobe flash, digital coloring, and Toonboom. Now, imagine how much it would cost to create a mainly cell animated show for four seasons, followed by one season of digital 2D animation, followed by a TV special and then a film length movie. Yeah no, if you want your show to be produced, you need to hand over the rights to the show to the distributor, in this case Warner Bros. Television Distribution. This is common and it is one of many reasons shows continue even after the original creator is booted off the production team, or how a show the original creator wants to expand upon doesn't happen ( Rest in Peace, Galactic Kids Next Door). So yeah, Danny Antonucci doesn't own Ed, Edd & Eddy because of the BS of the animation system, to the point where he has to ask Cartoon Network permission to create something with his characters in it, whether it be a children's book or a single art piece. So, I don't own Harry Potter or Ed, Edd & Eddy. They are owned by the people and corporations listed above and lets get to the story and get off this depressing note.

Hallowe'en

Well it's a marvelous night for a moon dance with the stars up above in the sky. A fantabulous night to make romance 'neath the colors of October skies.

Marie sung softly as she walked down the corridors towards her Hallowe'en Charms class. The smell of baked pumpkin and squash hovered over every room and every hallway, something confirmed at breakfast when a barrage of pumpkin spiced pancakes, pumpkin lattes and butternut squash soup. It was just one of the amazing things that have warmed her up to Hogwarts over the last few months. While she still hated a few of the teachers and the moving staircases and the artist of her mind was still annoyed by all of the moving portraits and photos, most of the rest of the school had this wondrous charm. From the old Anglo-Saxon architecture in the older parts of the castle to the more ornate high gothic towers and pointed arches that formed the wings of the castle to the Romanesque Great and entrance halls. The classes were starting to get more interesting now that they had started to master the basics of spellcraft and no further incidents had emerged from her classes (other than the time she used a series of soft 'Diffindo's' to cause Malfoy's stool to collapse underneath him. It resulted in him accidentally grabbing his cauldron and covering himself in an unfinished nutritional supplement that caused him to go to the hospital wing in order to get treatment for some tumors that were growing on his eyeballs. The twenty lost points and the detention she spent scrapping old gum from the bottom of every students desk in the castle was more than worth it).

It almost made her forget the giant dog that was this close from breaking out of the third floor corridor and killing them all. But she couldn't, as Ron and Harry would continuously discuss what on earth the dog was guarding. After Harry had told them about the trip he took with Hagrid to Gringotts and the package he extracted. Ron, being more knowledgeable with magical items and Harry, who was more curious about what was in that package than she ever was, surmised that it was some magical object of dangerous power or extreme value. But since the most they knew about it was that it was about 5 centimeters long and wide, Marie quickly got bored of the round about conversations that went nowhere and focused more on the small mountain of school work that she needed to complete for McGonagall than whatever that dog is protecting (though she did slap both of her friends upside the head when they suggested going back).

The only benefit that she got from the mad excursion was that she was able to repair the small fissure that had opened up between her and Neville before it could manifest. Agreeing with him about that seeing the cerberus again was insane helped to cement it. Since then they would spend a bit of time alone together along the shores of the Black Lake, Neville reading books about Herbology while Marie would work on her painting series of the Hogwarts castle as the days passed. Recently he had started to provide her safer magical plants to use in some of her still lives when she got bored of castle drawings and wanted to do something else in her free time (or raining or very windy). There wasn't much that they needed said between them, the relaxing silence as they worked was enough.

Her relationship with Hermione on the other hand had soured immensely. Harry and Ron were able to ignore her, as much as she ignored them, due to having different interests and attitudes to live and school and by living in a separate dorm. Marie however didn't. While Hermione mostly ignored her, there were times that she would spot Hermione glaring at her when they were either changing clothes for the day, or when they were in the library working on some assignment. Why she didn't know, as she knew that Hermione knew that she didn't want to go outside in the middle of the night. In fact, after the middle of term grades were posted last week, her attitude towards her in general had gotten worse as while Hermione was the number one student in the year, she was number two. Since then Hermione had been trying to answer as many questions as she could and has been obsessively informative on her essays, to the point that both Professor McGonagall and Professor Sinistra had had to talk to her about breaking the essay requirements by writing too much, causing her to get lower grades than Marie's shorter yet still well written and informative essays. Naturally, Hermione got even worse. She got snippy with her other classmates about their work, and had taken to working on the opposite side of the common room or the library whenever Marie was there. It was only a matter of time before Hermione stopped being passive aggressive.

She arrived at the class and joined Ron and Harry at one of the tables. Even though it had been nearly two months, she still marveled at how quickly she had become friends with the two, but she has decided to just roll with it and to not worry. It wasn't the oddest thing that has happened to her in her life (the time that Ed had somehow gotten hers and her sisters heads in a quart sized measuring cup for an hour still topped that). Flitwick was shuffling some papers as he prepared his itinerary. He was smiling, barely suppressing his excited glee. He always enjoyed this time of year, as the excited gleams in his first year students eyes gazed up at him. "Good afternoon. We have done enough proper study of wand theory and all of you have learned Diffindo and Lumos. I think you're all ready to learn how to make objects fly." His smile grew behind his bushy brown mustache as the excited buzz grew in volume throughout the class. They had been looking forward to learning the levitation spell since the beginning of term when Flitwick had flown Neville's toad around the room.

"Now, I don't expect you to learn this spell right away. As such, I will be splitting you into pairs so that you can give each other constructive criticism and to aid those struggling with the spell." He took out a roll of parchment and unrolled it, his silver grey eyes piercing down through his square eyeglasses. "Right, Mr. Corner will be paired with Miss Runcorn, Mr. Potter will be paired with Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Thomas with Mr. Boot, Miss Brown with Miss Brocklehurst (Marie shoved her fist into her mouth as she started to giggle again), Mr. Cornfoot with Miss Turpin, Miss Parvarti Patil with Mr. Goldstein, Mr. Rivers with Miss Li, Miss MacDougal with Miss Padma Patil and Mr. Weasley with Miss Granger." He then put down the parchment and looked over to Marie. "Miss Kanker, due to the old number of children in this class, I'm going to put you in a group with Miss Peakes and Mr. Longbottom. I hope that's okay with you." Marie shrugged non schlantly as she grabbed her backpack and went over to the relieved looking Neville and the ash white Sally-Anne.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practising!" squeaked Professor Flitwick. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too – never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest." The class then started to mutter "Wingardium Leviosa" at varying levels of frustration, desperation and apathy. Neville squecked the words in a barely restrained panic, waiting for something to go wrong with his attempts, while Sally-Anne whispered the words in her demure and quiet breathy voice. Marie however was staring at her feather, puzzling over how she was going to get it to float. 'Okay, from what I can tell the levitation spell is supposed to counteract gravity's effect on the object. That probably means there's supposed to be some kind of lift underneath the feather that's stronger than gravity, otherwise the feather would constantly drift downward.' She withdrew her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Focusing all of her thoughts to providing a cushion under the feather, she slowly but surely levitated the feather higher and higher. As the feather rose, she found that she needed to focus on the feather less and less until she was able to keep it at a steady height 15 meters above the class.

"Well done!" Mr. Flitwick exclaimed. "Look everybody, Miss Kanker and Miss Granger have done it." Marie looked around the ceiling and saw that another feather had joined hers up in the air two meters below. She looked to her left and saw Hermione glaring hatefully at her, her right hand clenched around her wand that was pointed directly at the ceiling. Ron was glowering at a piece of wall in a furious temper. She then looked to her right and saw that Harry's hat and desk was covered in ash and Seamus's eyebrows had been singed, the smell of burnt feather hair and smoke laying gently in the air. "In fact Miss Kanker, I think that's the highest anybody has been able to do it on their first try. How were you able to accomplish it?" Marie looked at Hermione, smirked and responded. "Physics Professor. Just a simple understanding of physics."

"Physics? How does that relate to learning how to perform Wingardium Leviosa?" It was after class and Harry, Ron and Marie were walking down the corridor towards History of Magic. The rest of Charms had gone well, with both Harry and Sally-Anne managing to perform the spell by the end of class, along with half of the others. Ron was not one of them and was now hounding Marie for answers. "It all has to do with Isaac Newton's first law of motion. Every object in a state of uniform motion will remain in a state of motion unless an external force acts on it. All I had to do was put enough force underneath the feather to counteract the effect gravity was having on it while remembering the wand movements and the pronunciation. It was easy after that." "And how much force does gravity exert?" Ron asked frustratingly. "About 9.8 meter per second per second. Luckily for us a feather is rather light. It would take a lot more effort and concentration to do that to a table or a human being."

Marie looked over at Ron. "By the way, why were you sulking earlier? It didn't have to do with what I did, did it?" Ron huffed. "No it wasn't that. It was Hermione. When I was attempting the levitation charm, she criticized my pronunciation. 'It's Wing- gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the "gar" nice and long.' It's no wonder no one can stand her. She's a nightmare, honestly." At that moment, someone bumped into Harry as they rushed past him. It was Hermione. Marie caught a glimpse of her face and saw that it was stained with tears. "I think she heard you." Harry said morosely. "So?" Ron replied, though he did look uncomfortable as he did so. "She must've noticed she's got no friends." Marie nodded. 'Bought time she got taken down a peg'.

Hermione didn't show up for History of Magic, which was fortunate as Professor Binns didn't really pay attention to who's there or not. While Marie stayed mostly to spend it as a study period, by now some of the students were starting to skip the class as a waste of time. When she asked Fred and George about it a few weeks in, they told her that it used to be customary for houses to skip his class, but Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape had ruthlessly clamped down on the hooky playing students when NEWT students started sending only two classmates per house to record notes and collect homework assignments while the rest held a party down on the shores of the black lake. The Party Crash of 99' resulted in a drastic drop in cutting and a rise in detentions for a few years afterward. While cutting History of Magic still happened, it was nowhere near the levels it was before and at most only a quarter of the class regularly cuts anymore.

'They should really find a replacement for this guy.' She thought as she focused more on finishing her on the differences of earth biomes than on Binns talks about 'The Great Goblin Purge of 1391' that happened in Seville in modern Spain (though later when she was reading her history of magic textbook she was stunned with horrific and sickening horror when it stated that a riot had been sparked by wizards as a distraction while they killed 1,500 goblins. She was even more disgusted when the book, in a hand wavey fashion, also stated that 4,000 jews were also massacred. She later heard that Anthony Goldstein had voided himself in the mens toilet outside the library when he learned that nugget of information). 'We don't learn anything from him, he doesn't inspire anybody and he's not even alive.' She blew some of her hair out of her eye. 'The only thing he's good for these days is as a cheap substitute for nyquil.' The bell rang, jolting the comatose students out of their stupor, with Neville and Lavender Brown stumbling out of their chairs and crashing onto the floor. "Be sure that for next week you write a 40 centimeter essay on the fall of Azog the Devourer. Class dismissed."

Marie quickly packed up and joined Harry and Ron in the throng that lead back to the Gryffindor common room. After they had placed their stuff back in their dorms, the Gryffindors traveled down to the great hall for the Halloween Feast. "Do you know where Hermione is?" The trio heard Lavender whisper to Parvarti. "Yeah. She's been in the girls lavatory on the second floor since Charms ended, crying." "The poor thing. I know that she can be a bit much sometimes, but she didn't deserve to be called a nightmare. Did you try to get her out of there?" "Yeah, but she told me that she wanted to be left alone." Ron looked awkward at this and the three were rather subdued as they entered the Great Hall. However, any further thoughts of Hermione's plight were driven out by the decorations.

Thousands of bats flurred around the hall, resting on either the rafters and buttroses that crossed above the enchanted ceiling or flew in swarms between the hundreds of floating jack-o-lanterns, wax candles flickering inside their crooked smiles and an orange glow blazing malevolently in their wicked eyes. Above them a waning gibbous moon cast its unearthly glow across the image of the night sky, with thousands of stars dotting the blueish black abbiss of its residence. For it was the night of Samhain, when the boundary between the mortal and spiritual realms was at its thinnest, when spirits returned for the grave and the supernatural held sway over all of nature. Fires blazed in the hearths on either side of the hall, their warm glow combining with the candles and the three dozen torches to flood the room with a warm and ethereal light. As they sat down at their tables, potatoes of every kind and style appeared along with tubs of apple sauce and thick blood pudding, plates of grilled bratwurst, kielbasa, grilled sausages and smoked ham and bowls of grilled brussel sprouts, sauteed peppers and grilled butternut squash.

Unfortunately, the feast was ruined. As Marie was spreading a knife full of brown mustard on a 30 centimeter long weisswurst, Professor Quirrell crashed through the massive double doors and sprinted up the central lane towards the professors table, his turban askew and loose and his face ash white with terror. He slumped against the professors table and gasped to Dumbledore "Troll – in the dungeons – thought you ought to know." He then slumped to the floor and in a dead faint.

Pandemonium broke out. Terrified first and second years ran up and down the rows screaming at the tops of their lungs. Girls from the sixth and fifth years were crying in their boyfriends arms and the twins were throwing food everywhere. Even Daphne was shocked (or at least Marie thought so. All that happened was that her eyelids opened up a little). Dumbledore then shot several purple firecrackers that exploded with the force of a grenade. With the school's attention he rumbled firmly "Prefects, lead your houses back to the dormitories immediately!" Percy quickly reorganized the Gryffindors and started to lead them back up the stairs from the entrance hall. "Follow me! Stick together, first-years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now." He then started to force their way through a crowd of Ravenclaws. " Make way, first-years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a Prefect!"

"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs. "Don't ask me, they're supposed to be really stupid," Ron replied. "Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke." "Nah, that's not his style." Marie stated dismissively. "This sounds too complicated for him. Besides, Peeves never leaves the castle anyway. Where on earth would he get a troll anyway?" They continued to struggle through the crowds as they ascended towards the seventh floor. They were passing by a group of confused Hufflepuffs when Harry suddenly grabbed Ron and Marie's arms. "I've just thought-Hermione." "What about her?" Ron asked. "She doesn't know about the troll." Harry answered. Marie's eyes grew wide in fright. "Oh. Shit." Harry nodded his affirmation. Ron bit his lip in thought. "Oh, all right." he agreed reluctantly. "But Percy'd better not see us."

Ducking down, they joined the Hufflepuffs going the other way, slipped down a deserted side corridor and hurried off towards the girls' toilets. They had just turned the corner when they heard quick footsteps behind them. "Percy!" Ron hissed as he pulled Marie and Harry behind a stone gargoyle. Peeking around the base of the gargoyle, they saw that it wasn't Percy, but rather Snape that was coming down the corridor. Luckily for them, he hadn't seen them and had quickly swished down the corridor and out of sight. "He's heading for the third floor." Harry muttered, his eyes narrowing. Before he could follow him though, Ron held up his hand. "Do you smell something?" Marie quickly sniffed and immediately wished that she hadn't. Her nostrils were assaulted by the mixture of months old socks and a decontaminated public toilet. Her face turned a thick lime green and she had to cover her mouth as she struggled to swallow down the bile that had entered her throat. "*gulp* Oh God. This is almost as bad as the time I smelled Ed's cheese wedge." Then the shaking stomp of large feet echoed through the stone hallway, followed by the haggard grunts of something large and hungry. Ron pointed towards a long stretch of misshapen shadow on the far wall, growing in size as it moved towards them. The three shrank back behind the gargoyle as the creature emerged into the moonlight.

The troll was more than 3 and a half meters tall, with a broad build similar to a defensive tackle. Its skin was a dull, granite gray and it sagged loosely in several areas, as if it had recently lost a large amount of weight. It's stomach was broad and slouching, making it seem as if its tiny bald head was sitting on top of a rotted peach. It's sickly yellow eyes blinked dully in the moonlight as it's pig-like nose sniffed the air and it's basset hound like mouth moved with every shudder of its rat-like teeth. Its short legs were as thick as oak trunks with flat, horned feet thumping against the floor like elephant hooves. Behind it, a large wooden club dragged along the ground, its handle held limply in the troll's long and muscular arms. It moved slowly towards a door, looked inside, slowly worked the rusty gears in its head that it called a brain and entered the room.

"The keys in the lock." Harry muttered. "We could lock it in." "Good idea." Ron agreed nervously. The three of them slid along the walls, their mouths dry and their backs as flat against it as they could. As they reached the door, Harry leaped and twisted the key in the lock. "Yes!" Harry exclaimed silently. While Harry and Ron were flushed with success and preparing to head down to the dungeons to inform the professors, Marie noticed something that caused her stomach to drop. Painted on the door was a sky blue caricature of a woman. "Hey guys," Marie asked nervously. "You don't think anyone was in there, right?" She was quickly answered by a high pitched scream from the other side of the door. "Oh no." Ron uttered, his face as pale as the Bloody Baron. Marie and Harry leaped for the lock, fumbling with it a bit in a state of panic, hurled open the door and charged inside.

The sight before them was a state of pandemonium. Hermione dove against the opposite wall, narrowly avoiding a swing from the troll that took out half the bathroom stalls. Water was spraying from the destroyed toilets and sinks and bits of large wood splinters covered the ground. "Confuse it!" Harry ordered before seizing a broken sink tap and throwing it as hard as he could against the wall. Hearing the clang of metal on stone, the troll lumbered around stupidly and turned away from Hermione. It's tiny eyes spotted Harry. Aggravated, he changed targets and started moving towards him. Marie seized the opportunity presented and sprinted towards Hermione. "Come on, we've got to go now." she shouted to her. Unfortunately Hermione had frozen in terror, her body as rigid as stone. Marie groaned. "We don't have time for this." She grabbed Hermione, hoisted her over shoulder like a fire man and prepared to flee as quickly as she could out the door. During this interval, Ron had thrown a chunk of wood at the back of the trolls head from the other side of the room to save Harry. Fortunately, this worked. Unfortunately, in the troll's new pursuit of Ron, he now effectively blocked their only escape route. In addition, Ron was now trapped amongst the destroyed stalls and the troll was getting closer to him.

This was when Harry did something both incredibly brave and incredibly stupid. He charged at the troll's back and leaped at the troll's neck. Somehow, he was able to wrap his arms around the troll and steer him away from Ron while giving Marie an opening towards the door. She sprinted towards it and was able to dipossite her damsel outside. She reentered and saw that things had quickly gone to shit. Harry had jammed his wand up the troll's nostril and was barely hanging on to it as the troll flailed around in pain. The troll was swinging his club wildly and had smashed the remaining sinks and most of the mirror, large shards of glass and porcelain joining the litter that now formed a dangerous obstacle across the floor. Any second, Harry could either fall off or get hit by the club. At that moment, Ron withdrew his wand from his pocket, swished it through the air and with a final flick shouted "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The club flew from the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over-and fell on the troll's head with a resounding crack. The troll, bleeding from the severe wound, swayed listlessly and then, as if he were a puppet whose strings had been cut, collapsed onto his face, spilling Harry to the ground as the troll crashed was a resounding thud upon the wet floor.

Harry slowly got to his feet, now covered in dust and slightly soaked, shakily and out of breath. Hermione peaked her head and then the rest of her body back around the door, color slowly returning to her face as the creature had been defeated. Ron was holding his wand in front of him, staring in disbelief at the unconscious troll before him, surprised that what he had done had even worked. And Marie could only stare, mouth slightly agape, at the scene before her. Hermione was the first one to break the silence. "Is it-dead?" Harry wondered over to the troll, close enough to hear some light exhalation. "I don't think so." he replied. "I think it's just been knocked out." He then bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose, grey, sticky boogers covering the wand up to the hilt. "Ugh, troll bogies." Harry muttered in disgust as he wiped his wand on the trolls tattered gray trousers.

The sudden sound of slamming doors and rush feet alerted them that what they were doing probably caused a loud ruccess and alerted the teachers down in the lower floors of the dungeon. Indeed, within seconds Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell had burst into what remained of the girls bathroom. Quirrell, true to form, took one look at the troll, squeaked and collapsed down on one of the few remaining toilets. Snape bent over the troll, making sure that it really was unconscious. McGonagall meanwhile had fixed her furious wrath upon Harry, Ron and Marie. Her lips were clenched so tightly that they were white and her eyes were as cold as frozen steel. "What on earth were you three thinking?" McGonagall asked in cold fury. Harry looked at Ron, who still had his wand in the air. Marie, for once caught on her back foot, was trying to figure out how to possibly escape detention for this. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't any of you in your dormitories?" Snape gave both Harry and Marie piercing glares. Marie, for once, couldn't blame him. This was looking like at least a month of detentions.

And then, unexpectedly, someone threw a life line. "Please Professor McGonagall-they were looking for me." McGonagall looked over, as if just realizing that she was there. Marie however immediately saw not only a way out. "Yeah Professor" she continued, her mind working at the rate of Windows Vista in order to create a believable story. "You see, Hermione here," she nodded at Hermione, who looked like she had been about to say something else. "Had to go to the bathroom before the feast. Rather difficult case indigestion. So when Professor Quirrell here came and told the hall that a troll was in the castle, Hermione didn't know about the troll so the three of us," she gestured to Ron and Harry, who were now staring at her in amazed disbelief. "Went to find her." She mentally grinned, her audience was now captivated and the she had fully formed the story in her head. If she could play this right, they might not also escape punishment, but also get rewarded. She then took on a remorseful stance. "Alas, by the time we reached where Hermione was, the troll had already left the dungeon and got here before we did. Not knowing that Hermione was in this lavatory, we locked the door in an attempt to trap it before we got you. Turned out it was the lavatory where Hermione was. With little choice we had to go in and rescue one of our fellow students. I was able to get her out of the room, but in an attempt to allow me to rescue her, Harry had grabbed the troll around the neck and was holding on for dear life. Ron then cast the levitation charm on the troll's club, dropped it on his head and saved us all!"

Her explanation concluded, she allowed a massive grin to spread across her face as she grabbed Ron around the shoulder, who was now blinking dumbly. "I will admit, it was a little touch and go there. I do believe that all of us would be dead if it weren't for you. Way to go man, and to think you were struggling with that spell earlier today." She concluded by closing her eyes and giving him a thumbs up. McGonagall looked between the four of them, looked skeptically at Marie, and then turned to Hermione. "Is this true?" she asked. Hermione nodded. McGonagall sighed in tired exasperation. "Miss Granger, I dare say that you had enough for one night. You are allowed to return to the Gryffindor common room, the feast is currently being conducted there." After Hermione left, she turned to the remaining three lions. "Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first-years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go."

Not wanting to waste their luck, the three hurried out of the bathroom and didn't talk to each other until they were two floors up. "We should've gotten more than fifthteen points for that." Ron uttered bitterly. "What, with Snape there? He would've been apocalyptic. I'm actually surprised he didn't raise a fuss for what we did, let alone give us detention." Marie stated. "I'm actually surprised Hermione went with the story I told them. She could've told them that you sent her there crying after charms." Ron winced. "Well, we did save her." he responded cautiously. "Maybe she felt that it wasn't worth it afterward." "She might not have needed saving if we hadn't locked the troll in with her." Harry reminded him. "That was an accident Harry. If Hermione hadn't been in there, we would've been able to trap the troll and inform the teachers without putting ourselves in danger." By this time they had reached the entrance portrait. "Look, let's just forget what happened and try to enjoy the feast. I still want that weisswurst damn it. Pig snout."

The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up from the Great Hall. Hermione, however, stood alone by the door, waiting for them. There was a very embarrassing pause. Then, none of them looking at each other, they all said "Thanks", and hurried off to get plates. But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a 3.5 meter mountain troll is one of them.