Double Potter Chapter 11, a harry potter fanfic

Okay, I know I said on the last chapter that I wouldn't continue this story until I got 20+ reviews, but then I realized that with the popularity of Harry Potter stories being published, I might as well shorten the goal to 15+ reviews. The goal for the poll on my profile, well, since it's going to be a long time before Mary will hit puberty and start seeing guys in a different way (she just sees Draco as a friend and mistaken it as more!). I'm also fresh out of songs to use in this story besides the one being used in this chappie, so if you know an awesome song that has nothing to do with romance and has only mild profanity, send it along with your review, please. *pulls the puppy pout for a minute* Anyway, here's the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Copyright of the Harry Potter series goes to JK Rowling ©.

Onwards!

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Chapter 11

October 31st, 1991

After that midnight encounter with Malferret, he started playing pranks on Hermione. They were harmless at first, but he went as far as nearly killing me and Hermione.

It happened during Transfiguration when Professor McGonagall praised Hermione for making a rat turn into a perfectly-shaped golden goblet. Malfoy imitated Hermione jumping up and down whenever the teacher asked a question and sent the class into roars and howls of laughter. Harry, Ron and I didn't participate in this action. After the class Hermione had ran out of the classroom and I followed her, leaving Harry and Ron to get ready for the Halloween feast.

One hour later, I found myself in the doorway of the girl's bathroom, watching Hermione cry her eyes out at the sinks. I walked over, patted her shoulder, and started singing an old song I heard on the radio back in fourth grade:

Gotta find your inner strength

If you can't then just throw life away

Gotta learn to rely on you

Beauty, strength, and wisdom, too

You're beautiful inside and out

Lead a great life without a doubt

Don't need a man to make things fair

'Cuz more than likely he won't be there

Listen girl, gotta know it's true

In the end all you've got is you

Hermione lifted her head and gave me a long stare. I heard a growling sound behind me. I looked behind me and saw a 20-foot-tall, blue-skinned, foul-smelling, angry-looking, club-holding troll standing behind me. He lifted his club right when the door closed behind him. Hermione then screamed a scream that broke all of the bathroom mirrors. Great. 100 years of bad luck.

I heard two voices that I immediately recognized as Harry and Ron's before the said people busted the door open. They were like moon-calves, staring blankly at the scene with no reaction. Hermione threw a tap at the giant troll, angering it even more and causing it to turn to Harry and whack him with his club. He fell to the tiled floor, unconscious. That's when I got mad. No family member of mine gets hurt without the person who's done the harm gets away with it.

I drew out my wand and casted a spell that I learned in Quirrell's class the other day. Immediately, a ring of fire-bees swirled around the troll's humongous head, distracting him and teaching him a lesson on beating up kids smaller than his size by getting many bee stings that were the size of teacup platters. While this distracted the ugly beast, I ran over to Ron, shook him out of his reverie, raced over to Harry, and checked his wounds. He had been given the gift of a nasty bruise the approximate size of Asia on his right jawbone. I muttered, "Reparo!"

It healed instantly right when I heard Ron shout, "Oi! You with the toad -head!"

I looked up and saw Ron chuck a pipe at the troll's head. The fire-bees had disappeared, but their damage had not. When the pipe connected with one of the ugly stings, the troll turned around and roared, searching for the source of the thrower. Behind him, Hermione was shaking head to toe. I made eye contact with her and a brief connection of plans was initiated. Hermione raised her wand and shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

It was a good thing that Hermione had used the spell in time, because the blue-skinned monster had seen me tending Harry and raised his weapon. Instead of making contact with my skull, the club jerked out of his hand and started bashing the poor ugly creature instead in the stomach. I heard Harry stir behind me. When I towards him, he was looking around, taking in the scene and muttering, "Blimey, all of this happened while I was conked out?" When he saw the charm starting to wear off, his eyes had widened behind his round glasses. Before I could stop him, he had stood up, ran behind the troll, jumped behind and grabbed the beast by the neck. I swear this was NOT in Hermione's plan.

The now-confused troll veered around, trying to figure out why it feels like something is on his neck. Harry took this as an advantage and took out his wand and stuck it up the creature's ugly snout. Gross. This, however, provided a good distraction. I picked up the wand that I had tossed aside, pointed at the roaring beast, and yelled, "Pastus!"

The troll fell flat on his face with a sickening and snored loudly. Harry crawled off of him, looking surprised. I walked over to the creature's face and pulled out the wand that was lodged in his nose. A string of troll boogies lined the top half of the stick. Ron and Hermione gathered behind me, Hermione still shaking. Her wand had been stuck back into her pocket. I thought I heard the sound of dogs baying, but before I can listen to the sound closely, it was drowned out by the sound of hurrying footsteps. Not long after, the room was walked in by professors red-faced McGonagall, nervous Quirrell, sneering Snape, and amused-looking Dumbledore. The minute Professor McGonagall saw Ron, Harry, and I, she shouted, "How dare you three sneak away from Percy! And from my very own House! Mary, you should've-"

"It's not their fault Professor. I take the blame."

Everyone standing in the room turned to Hermione, who had tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Up until now, the professors hadn't noticed that Hermione was in the room at all, but now they looked at her complete utter amazement. This was the first time that Hermione had ever gotten in trouble. If you listened really closely, you can hear the slight sob and despair in her voice.

"I w-went a-after t-the t-troll," she sobbed out. "I w-was t-thinking t-that I c-could t-take i-it d-down b-by m-myself. T-they," she pointed at us three, "t-tried t-to s-stop m-me. W-when I s-saw i-it, I f-freaked o-out a-and t-they t-took i-it d-down i-instead, oh please don't suspend them!" Hermione went into complete cry mode and ran into Professor McGonagall's arms, sobbing so hard, she couldn't say another word.

Professor McGonagall stared at the troll for a few minutes, then said, "Very well, then. I will grant you three fifty points each for bravery, loyalty to friends, quick thinking, and teamwork. I will, however deduct twenty points for disobeying a prefects' orders and selfishness."

"Professor," I jumped in. "Shouldn't Hermione get some credit as well? She had casted the Levitation spell on the troll's club and caused it club its' very own owner. Without the spell, there would've been no distraction and Harry might as well be dead by now."

She blinked for a moment and continued, "Well, then Miss Granger shall earn twenty-five points for quick thinking, teamwork-"

"Okay, I think we get the main idea, Professor McGonagall," I cut her off. "Can we get back to the Gryffindor Tower, ma'am? We're very tired right now, and tomorrow's a school day."

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Sorry to cut you off there, but I'm having a case of cliff-hang-itus right now and I have guests over right now. Don't forget to review and leave song requests! Flames will be used to burn the continuous pile of homework. Cya!

~Annabelle4.0