Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Just as the Sorting Hat was about to shout the house Harry Potter was in, the giantdoor opened. It was a troll, everyone screamed, some were stupid enough to run to the door where the troll happened to be, there were a few casualties, so everyone was smart enough to go to the back of the hall after that incident. The man with turban didn't look surprised and the greasy haired man only looked mildly surprised.
The troll couldn't attack so many people at once so it smashed the tables sending splinters of wood everywhere. Harry did the most sensible thing possible, he grabbed the hat and started to run to the back.
Suddenly, the hat seemed heavier and something was in the hat, a sword! he just stared, it had rubies the size of eggs on the handle and had something engraved on the blade. He just gaped at it, but he knew now was not the time to be looking at it.
Harry grabbed the sword , gathered all his courage, closed his eyes and ran full pelt at the troll, and struck the sword into its fat, green and old wrinkled belly. He heard a loud:
Thump
He popped his eyes open one-by-one slowly.
"Is it dead" Harry asked as he fell into blackness...
When Harry finally came to, he was in a room where there were many beds with pure white sheets. He groaned, just then a matron came out of her office.
"Ah, Mr Potter, you finally gained consciousness, how do you fell?" the matron asked.
"Err…..ok" he replied
But the matron did not reply, instead she poured a grotesque looking potion into a goblet.
"Drink this twice a day" she said
So Harry drank the potion, well tried to anyway, it was so awful he couldn't even sip a little bit. But the matron forced him, so Harry was in the Hospital wing drinking terrible potion and had been scared by splinters of wood from the troll, how could it get any worse?
His parents
A/N: How was it? plz R&R I know it was way too short I'll write a MUCH longer chapter next but I have way too much school work.