I Own Nothing!

Pomona Sprout, head of Hufflepuff house, lowered her hand and smiled cheerily. "Well, for starters I think we'd all like to know what really happened with that troll in your first year."

Hermione inwardly gulped. "But we told you-" However her former head of house quickly interrupted her.

"Miss Granger, you may be exceptionally smart, but the three of you were terrible liars. We knew that you were lying. However, this time we've taken the liberty of placing a truth charm around the room so that you cannot. Now if you'd please like to answer the question." Hermione looked helplessly to Harry and Ron.

"One of you can tell them. It won't be me!" She quickly stated.

Harry and Ron turned to each other before simultaneously saying "You do it!" Ron looked scared, whilst Harry just looked like he didn't want to be there.

"Why can't you?"

"…..Because!"

"Well I'm not!"

"I can't m-my throat hurts!" Ron gave a fake cough.

Hermione scowled. "Boys, someone's going to have to do it. I suggest you flip a galleon or something." She looked at them with her best glare, and they sprang into action. Satisfied, she surveyed the room, and scowled at the gleeful looks their audience were giving one another.

Startled by this, she came to a conclusion. 'They all planned this! Ohh…I bet they have a set order and everything!' She glowered, letting them all know how annoyed she was before telling Harry and Ron to get on with it.

"HA!"

"Aw ****."

"Ronald!"

"Ow! Sorry…" Satisfied that he wouldn't do it again because of the inevitable stinging hex, Hermione smiled sweetly and gestured for him to tell the story. He coughed nervously and went to the centre.

"Well…as most of you probably know, I was already friends with Harry back then but…well. We didn't really like Hermione." Harry snorted. "So that day, we had a charms class, where we were learning to do the wingardium leviosa charm. I was having….a bit of trouble, but when Hermione tried to help I was kind of rude."

At this Hermione interrupted to tell him that she herself was no better, and that they were only children at the time. "Anyway, after she managed to do it the first time without any trouble I got really mad at her…I think on the way out I started calling her a few names, and she heard."

At this his parents gasped "Ronnie! I do hope you apologised." Ron's ears were starting to resemble a furnace. Arthur sighed.

"How did you three ever stay friends?"

Ron decided to cough, mutter something unintelligible and carry on. "So we didn't see Hermione for the rest of the day, I think she spent it in the girl's bathroom, and someone told us. But at the end of the feast Quirrell came in screaming about a troll, and-"

"-A Troll! What was a troll doing in a school! With children! Our children!" Molly turned to glare at the professors, most of whom cowered away slightly. They looked at the headmistress, willing her to calm the Weasley woman.

"I believe that it was a precautionary measure to protect something Albus was hiding from Voldemort."

"What could Dumbledore possibly need to hide in a school?" Bill said with his eyes narrowed.

The teachers all glanced at one another, deciding whether or not they should reveal the answer, when Flitwick sighed and told them "It was the philosopher's stone. Flamel was an old friend of Albus, and asked him to protect it. He decided the best place would be here." The charms professor sighed. "Looking back, I think he knew Voldemort would try to seize it."

Bill stood up, his face red "Well that's terrible! Leading Voldemort to a school full of children with none other than Harry Potter in it! They could've all been seriously injured!" Molly quickly voiced her agreement.

Minerva raised her hands in a sign of peace "I can assure you that at the time, we had no idea that Voldemort was even alive. We couldn't argue with Albus, there's no stopping him, all we could do was provide the best enchantments we could." There was a brief moment, where the tension hung thick like a fog, until Bill slowly sat down and nodded.

Molly however, was still scowling.

Nervously coughing, Neville motioned for Ron to continue. "Well…after Quirrell fainted me and Harry headed back to the dorms, until Harry realised that Hermione was still in the bathroom, and most likely still in danger." A few groans echoed around the room.

"So instead of responsibly contacting a teacher who is more than qualified to go after one, you went looking for her yourself? Two first years with no experience what so ever." Pomona looked frustrated. The two nodded, eyes glued the floor, with their faces going varying colours of red.

"Thank god you weren't in my house, I don't think I'd have survived all of the heart attacks. The amount of times Minerva was almost pulling her hair out, because you three were doing something dangerous!" The four blushed and didn't look at each other.

"And do elaborate so as to how you managed to defeat a fully grown mountain troll, on your own?" McGonagall's Scottish accent was thick now, and Hermione winced knowing that she was still very angry at them.

"Well…we went looking for Hermione, and we'd figured she'd most likely still be in the girl's bathroom. We ran down the halls but when we saw Sn- the troll it was going into a room…So we locked it in." There were a few puzzled expressions, but Hermione was sitting very still, mouthing the words. Slowly, she drew her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at the two.

"You locked it in. You locked it in! With me! Didn't you think!" At her sentence Minerva groaned, Filius sighed and Molly started hyperventilating.

"What, on, Earth. Were you thinking!" At this the boys threw their hands up, loudly proclaiming that they were 11 at the time and didn't think all that much. Hermione sighed, and put her wand away, realising that anger would be pointless eleven years afterward.

In his haste to avoid the inevitable shouting, Ron quickly continued, talking loudly over the plethora of noise. "THEN, WHEN WE….realised that it was Hermione in there, we charged in and saw the troll advancing on her. So Harry threw something at it. It stopped- bloody stupid thing took a while to figure out where it came from- and started going after Harry so I ran to the other side and started throwing things too. Harry ran and tried to get Hermione to move-but she was frozen stiff- and then the troll started coming to me."

"Ronald Weasley! I was not frozen stiff!" Harry sniggered despite the situation.

"Yes you were, I had to drag you away!" She glared at him, and he shrank back.

"Well you try encountering a 10ft mountain troll, without a wand, when you'd just been alone crying in the bathroom!" Madam Hooch sighed and told Ron to get on with it.

"…So after it was coming towards me, I couldn't escape. Harry jumped on it's back, and stuck his wand up it's nose…and any minute I could see that it was going to hit him with it's club," There were a few scattered moans at this "so I did the first spell that came to my mind, wingardium leviosa, and I levitated the club so that it knocked the troll out. That's when the teachers arrived." He said all of this very quickly, hoping to avoid yet another outburst, and made sure that he left as much detail out as possible.

It seemed to work for a few minutes until…

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

"HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER!"

The three were now shrinking back against the opposite wall as Molly, Arthur, Minerva and Poppy were slowly advancing on them.

"HOW DARE YOU PUT YOURSELF IN THAT SITUATION! HOW DARE YOU NOT EVEN BOTHER TO INFORM ME?"

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO JUMP ON THE BACK OF A TROLL!"

"You lied to me Miss Granger. Do you not realise how irresponsible that was? I needed to know the whole truth! I spent weeks- MONTHS- worrying afterwards that you would discover the dog and go after that! And you Mr Weasley! How could you possibly say something so callous to another student?" The other three were now nodding ferociously as the trio's former head of house shouted at them.

"And don't you think you were any better Harry! You of all people should have said something! And then to go, by yourselves, without so much as informing a teacher of the situation…"She paused to growl, before turning back to Hermione. "I could've stopped them! Nipped this whole thing at the bud before it had happened! They wouldn't have dared step a toe out of line again! You three are just…..Argh!" Finally spent, the elder witch threw up her hands to the air, before stomping off to settle in one of the armchairs again, glowering at the three.

Satisfied that McGonagall had done enough shouting for now, Molly merely whispered a low "We will talk about this when we get home." before joining Arthur. Lastly Poppy went up to the three of them and demanded that after they come with her to the hospital wing for an intense check-up, because she was almost certain that there would be something she had missed with all of the danger they had been through. When the rest of the room was again settled, they tuned to stare at the three offenders, waiting.

The trio just stood there for a moment. There were unbelievably shocked that at 19 years old, they were still being shouted at, for something that had happened 8 years ago! Hermione was practically stunned, she least of all had expected this.

"Well? Aren't you going to even try and defend yourselves?" Neville asked, curious because he knew about the three's different, but still wildly dangerous, tempers. Hermione looked to Harry, and he to Ron.

Finally Harry and Hermione both looked to Ron, figuring that he should be the one to speak this time. He stood, his voice sinking over the room. "Firstly, Harry and me know that we were wrong to hurt Hermione's feelings. But it's in the past now, and we've forgiven each other. I don't see how it's relevant anymore, we were kids at the time and this was 8 years ago. And yes, we should've gone and got a teacher, but we were eleven, we didn't think that far ahead. We just saw it as time wasted when Hermione was in danger, who knows what would've happened if we hadn't have gone straight away! We did what we thought was right at the time, and we've learned from it. And as for Hermione…" He glanced at her, a soppy smile on his face.

"Her decision led to us becoming friends, and to her saving our lives countless times. Me and Harry would probably be dead now, if it wasn't for her." Hermione blushed, and buried her head in Harry's shoulder. "She didn't know what was going to happen, and she didn't want us to get into trouble for saving her. Everything turned out fine, and we don't regret any other decisions we made. So really, I don't think you have anything to be angry at us for, and I certainly think that you can't punish us anymore. We're not at school, we've moved out, and we're legally adults. I understand that you are worried, but it was in the past, and trust me, we went through a lot worse in the years to come."

The rest of the room frowned, seeing Ron's point, but still not happy with how the situation was dealt with. The silence in the room was deafening.

Timidly Hermione spoke up, wary of the silence being broken by more shouting. "Perhaps we'd better move on to the next question?"