October 23, 1991
Wednesday
I really think someone has been in my quarters. Even the thought of it makes me shiver. Why me? Why not someone as annoying as Quirrell? Or Dumbledore? Hell, even one of the students.
Just. Not. Me.
October 28
Tuesday
I just found out some of the most disturbing news of my life; Filch is gay. How….. what do you even call that? Disturbing is only the beginning.
Later
Just found Percy Weasley out doing his rounds. When he saw me, he puffed out his chest as if someone besides Mummy and Daddy cared about him. Then I told him he should go to Madam Pomfrey for 'chest outage' if you know what I mean. Told him he looked like he had some sort of tumor in his chest. I find myself still snickering. Perfect way to end my night.
October 31, 1991
Halloween
My night started out perfectly normal. As normal as you get on Halloween, that is. Well right in the middle of the feast, Quirrell run through the Great Hall doors screaming "Troll! Troll in the dungeon! Troll in the dungeon!" When he was right in front of Dumbledore he said "Thought you ought to know." Then he sunk into a clear faint.
Everyone started screaming. I myself, was frightened. How did a troll get into Hogwarts? Then Dumbledore told the prefects to take everyone to their common rooms and the teachers follow him to the dungeons.
Well, I was through the Great Hall doorway when I saw Quirrell. He sat up and headed towards the door too. I was about to suggest he go suck on his thumb in the top most tower, but I realized he wasn't behind me. I turned around and saw him walking in a totally different direction. I followed. He was heading into the forbidden room on the third floor! Well, I followed. He was battling Hagrid's three headed dog when I came in.
Only, it changed targets.
Well, sort of.
Two of its heads were still going for Quirrell, but one change direction and went for me.
I heard a crash in the distance.
I protected Quirrell and was about to protect myself when it bit me. Right on the leg. I grabbed Quirrell and got the hell out of there, ran towards the dungeons.
Well, I saw all the other teachers were running towards the girls bathroom. I motioned him to follow. Once we were inside I swore in disbelief.
There, all in the bathroom was Granger, Ron Weasley, and Potter. Oh, and the troll next to them. I heard Mcgonagall taking (once again, to my disbelief) five points from Gryffindor. I bent low and looked at the troll. It looked almost adult, somewhere between five and six. However five or six years in a troll could still crush three first years in one swipe. And the club that lay ten feet away. Gods, I'm actually kind of glad they survived, not many would have. Why, Quirrell was scared into the Great Hall, screaming at Albus.
Quirrell…