Exam week just ended. I am hanging out with my friends by the Black Lake, relaxing under the sun.

"So, how did you guys do on exams?" Of course, Lorander, being the typical bookworm had to mention exams.

"Potions, I passed. Defense Against Dark Arts, not so much, Quirrel is a terrible teacher. Charms, ok. Transfiguration, yup. Astronomy... I don't know." I answered.

Then Professor Quirrell ran up to us.

"I n-n-need Miss Potter w-with me right now!" He panted.

I glanced back at the others confusingly as he dragged me away.

"Er- Professor? Where are we going?" I asked.

"Corridor on the third floor." He answered.

"Wait, isn't that forbidden?" I asked.

"I have a good reason to." Quirrell answered. "Though the reason more benefits the Dark Lord." I heard him mutter to himself.

I was shocked. So it was him who wants the philosopher's stone.

"Get away from me, you traitor!" I snarled, trying to wrench myself out of his grip.

"Too late." Quirrell muttered, before wrenching open the door to the corridor.

The first thing I saw was a-

"DOG!" I screamed.

It wasn't any dog though. It was a THREE-HEADED-DOG!

"I'm going to die." I whimpered.

But Quirrell simply pulled out a harp from his pocket and started playing it. The dog immediately grew sleepy and collapsed.

Quirrell opened the trapdoor and pulled me in before I could run out of the corridor.

All was black, just empty air.

I was just fell down, down, down, until I dropped onto something soft.

Just as I thought I was safe, the plants started wrapping themselves around me. "Help!" I screamed, thrashing around.

I was about to lose consciousness by the plant's death hold on my throat before Quirrell dropped down.

"Lumos Solem!"

A bright jet of light shot at the plants which caused them to shrivel up and release me. I landed with a THUMP on the ground.

"Bloody hell. I know why this corridor is forbidden now." I muttered, dusting myself off.

BUZZ.

What?

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...

What in the world?

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...

It's a bee.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...

Wait no, it's... Keys!

Hundreds of keys were buzzing and flying by a gate. But which one was the correct one?

Quirrel squinted, looking for one which seems different. I began to look too, so I could grab it and hide it before he gets it.

"One, two, three... Gotcha!" I heard Quirrell announce.

Well, that plan failed.

He stuck the key into the keyhole and twisted it. The door opened and showed a bunch of chipped black and white tiles.

What the... It's a chessboard!

"We have to play our way across." Quirrell muttered.

"This just gets more interesting each minute. And more difficult." I muttered under my breath.

The game went on with chessmen smashing each other to bits. Luckily, Quirrell had made sure that neither me or him will be in harm's way. Well, I don't care if Quirrel meets that fate, I only care if I do. I don't want the chess people to leave a bruise on my forehead.

"Checkmate." Quirrell said slowly, voice laced with smugness.

The king bowed to him before dropping his sword.

"Let's go." Quirrell muttered, dragging me.

"Like I have any choice!" I snapped.

"Why you-"

"TROLL!" I screamed.

"Okay, that's the last straw! You will not disrespect your teacher by calling me a troll!" Quirrell snapped.

"No, I'm serious-"

"You're not Sirius Black, last time I checked."

"NO, YOU BLOODY MORON! THERE'S A FREAKING TROLL RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!"

"Wha- TROLL!" Quirrell screamed.

"Exactly what I was saying."

Quirrell literally freaked out and began running around.

"Oh for God's sake, are you a wizard or not?!" I screamed. "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

My special pranking wand levitated the club and brought it up to the ceiling. The club then exploded into fireworks, which was silent due to the put in silencing charm. The fireworks fell down on top of the troll, turning it to ashes.

I smirked, grabbing a bit of the troll dust and blew it before I sighed in exasperation. "Oh mister killer troll, don't you ever learn to never mess with a prankster?"

"Right Miss. Potter. Follow me." Quirrell muttered, glaring at the troll.

"A simple thank you for saving your ass back there would do it!"

Quirrell said nothing, he just kept dragging me along.

"Sometimes I wonder how you ever got the Defense Against Dark Arts place, you can't even face a troll!" I taunted.

"That will be enough, Miss. Potter!" Quirrell said to me sharply, leading me to the next challenge.

The next challenge was a line of seven potions. According to a poem I read, two were Nettle Wine, three were Poison, and one will get us through the fire to the next challenge, while one will let us go back.

"And now we're doomed." Quirrell groaned.

"Shut up, you stupid coward."

I began analyzing the potions, sniffing each one.

"Got it!" I announced. "This one will lead you through the fire and onto the next challenge."

Quirrell looked at it uncertainly. "You know what? You drink it first."

I groaned. This is the last straw. I popped open the cork and shoved the potion into Quirrell's mouth. I saw him swallow it whole, (not the vial).

I smirked. "See ya on the other side!"

I took the potion that would take me back, downing it. Before Quirrell could react, I hopped back to the other side.

I waved a cute little wave at Quirrell, making him scowl. Then I flipped up my middle finger, laughing. "Poor Professor Quirrell. You think you can trick me? You got to be kidding me. Have fun going through the next challenge! You wouldn't last a minute there without me. So I'll see you at your funeral, not!"

I spun around without a glance back and strode confidently out of the corridor.

I am angry now.

I am super angry.

I am furious!

Apparently, Harry Potter, the oh so famous Boy Who Lived went down the corridor with his pathetic little friends and went defeated Quirrell who actually had Voldemort at the back of his turban. And now, he and his friends get one-hundred-and-sixty-one points total, while I only got thirty for intelligence.

Once again, Harry Potter had survived Voldemort out of sheer dumb luck. Wait no, it is a secret power called a mother's sacrifice for love. Well, any mother would sacrifice themselves for their children, any mother except mine. It isn't fair. Harry Potter gets what I wanted most and won the house cup when it was Slytherin who was winning.

Oh well, there is the next year. And next year, I will make sure Harry Potter won't win again.