A/N: I do not own Harry Potter (although I wish that I did (money!! $_$)) all rights go to J.K Rowling, though I'm just borrowing her ideas and adding some of mine.
Halloween
Also taking more and more of his free time was Quidditch. Next morning, the Slytherin quidditch captain, Marcus Flint, had promptly kicked out a boy called Adrian Pucey to be replaced by Harry, who was in his eyes, a natural.
During training, Harry practised evasive movements and his throwing ability. Harry did not have a broom, but for the time being was allowed to use a school broom.
Aside from the fact that Harry's broom was in a bad condition, Flint was still impressed. Harry had so far managed to evade Flint himself, the other chaser, Montague, and the beaters, Derrick and Bole who acted as additional chasers, in order to make it harder for Harry. During that test, Harry had scored one goal, something to be proud of, Flint said, for he had evaded four people who were only focussing on him and even managed to get passed the keeper.
Everyone was convinced that Slytherin would once again, win the quidditch cup.
An even greater surprise was awaiting Harry when he met Draco in the great hall during lunch.
'I send dad a letter about how you got on the Slytherin quidditch team, and he says that he is really proud. He send something appropriate to your dormitory, to show you exactly how proud.' Draco said, with a gleam in his eyes that told that he already know what this gift exactly was.
When Harry entered his dormitory, a pack was waiting for him on his bed. Already thinking to know what was inside the pack, Harry ripped open the packet, and revealed a new shiny broom.
'It is a nimbus 2000, the fastest broom at the moment' Draco said whispering next to him. Harry did not hear him. He had only eyes for the perfect broom in his hands. Everything, about it was perfect, and he just had to try it.
Harry turned around to see Nott, who was standing in the doorway, his mouth agape.
'Ah, Nott' Harry said happily. 'Do me a favour and find Marcus Flint for me and tell him to come to professor Snape's office. Nott immediately rose and went to the great hall, where Flint was very likely to be at this moment.
Harry motioned Draco to follow him to Snape's office.
After they arrived at Snape's office, they waited for Flint to arrive. They did not have to wait long, after a few moments, a fuming Flint walked around the corner, Nott on his heals.
'What is this about Potter?' He said looked enormously agitated for some reason. 'This better be import-' He stopped in his track when he saw what Harry was holding.
'It's a nimbus 2000' Harry said looking at his face. 'We want to go practising, but we first need to remove a few Ravenclaws from the quidditch pitch. That is why you are here to ask permission from professor Snape.
Nodding eagerly, Flint entered the office.
A few moments later, he walked out again, holding a signed paper that would allow them to practise.
Harry walked into the quidditch pitch, accompanied by Draco, Flint and Nott.
The Ravenclaws noticed them, and soon their captain, Roger Davies, flew towards them.
'What are you doing here Flint?' he asked with a frown. 'I have reserved the pitch for today.'
'Not anymore' Flint said with a smirk. 'We have special permission' he finished giving Davies the note from professor Snape.
When his team gathered around him, Davies read out loud.
'I professor Snape, hereby give the Slytherin quidditch team permission to train in order to practise with their new chaser.' He finished. 'I see you have a new chaser.. who?'
Flint, Draco and Nott took a step backwards, leaving Harry standing slightly to the front, holding his broom next to his body so that the shiny golden letters of "Nimbus 2000" where clearly visible.
'I see…'Davies said, a troubled look clouding his face. He tried to hide this, but his voice, which was as troubled as his face, betrayed him.
'Then by all means' he said with what was supposed to be a cheerful grin 'Go ahead.' And with that, he ushered his teammates off the field with wide swipes of his arm as if he was trying to save his team from impending doom.
Harry waited until the Ravenclaws were gone, then mounted his broom, and pushed.
The feeling was wonderful. It was like he was a feather caught in a breeze, and he was in control. The broom immediately responded to all his command, and the speed was just incredible!
Malfoy and Flint each took a broom, and tried to tackle him while he was holding the quaffle. Not really surprised, Harry discovered that the school brooms were no match for the Nimbus, and he could easily evade them and score.
When they returned to the castle, Harry felt enlightened. Surely they would win the quidditch cup this year. But with a pang, those feelings vanished. He still had training with Snape, and after an almost complete day of quidditch, leaving his entire body exhausted, Harry knew that it was going to be stingy.
But before that, A special Halloween dinner would be served in the great hall. When they entered, Harry's mouth fell open.
Swarms of bats were flying or decorating the great hall, and the candles had been replaced by glowing Jack o'Lanterns. Once again, the golden plates filled with food, but before Harry could take a single bite, professor Quirrell burst into the great hall.
'TROOO-OL!!' he yelled across the entire hall. 'Troll in the dungeons!!' He halted in the middle of the hall.
'I thought you'd wanted to know' he said with a high pitched voice, and abruptly fainted.
Chaos filled the hall, but after the headmaster had made several purple roaring flames appear in the air above their heads, silence once again returned.
'Prefects' the aged headmaster said calmly, 'take your students back to their dormitories, teachers, follow me'.
Everyone swiftly rose and went to their prefects.
Draco however, was not so calm.
'I wont let that troll beat me to pulp! Lets take the secret passageway behind the portrait of Malcolm the mad, it almost straightly leads to our dormitory.' Nott, Crabbe and Goyle vehemently nodded their agreement. Even they knew that they would be no match against a troll.
Swiftly parting themselves from the group, Harry, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Rowan, Nott and surprisingly, Flint, ran to the portrait of Malcolm the mad. However, before they could reach it, a stench filled their noses, and the troll came into view, making his way to the girls toilets, from which someone was screaming like a banshee. Somebody in there had probably seen the troll and had fled inside.
'Mbey it hasunt seen us' Goyle said a little too loudly, for the troll suddenly spun and faced the group. It roared and charged at them, club held high.
It took a moment before the group, to get out of their shock, Harry being the first.
'GET BEHIND ME!! Harry yelled. The group eagerly obeyed, nobody wanting to die by the troll's club first.
'Protego Horribilis' Harry cried, just as the troll swung his giant club.
The impact made Harry stumble backwards and land on his back. His shield shattered, but it had done its work. It had stopped the trolls first blow. Rising, Harry raised his wand to cast another shield charm, when suddenly he felt an enormous pain in his chest, and he flew through the hallway, the troll had kicked him instead of hitting him with the club.
'Get Harry back up his feet!' Rowan yelled to Crabbe and Goyle while raising his own wand.
'Fumos' Rowan cried.
Smoke filled the corridor, blocking the trolls view. Enraged, the troll charged forward in an attempt to hit anything at all.
'Cling to the sides!' Harry cried while being hauled to his feet by Crabbe and Goyle.
The seven Slytherins clung to the sides and ran past the troll, who still could not see because of the smoke.
The seven Slytherins reassembled behind the troll.
'Form a line!' Harry cried. 'combine a hurling hex, we must knock it out.'
Surprisingly, everyone obeyed, the Slytherins now forming a seven man line in the corridor.
'On the count of three' Rowan muttered as the troll realised his preys were behind him.
'one..' the troll took a step. 'two…' the troll took another step 'THREE!'
As one man, Harry who was still a bit dizzy, Draco, who looked paler than usual but determined, Flint, who had the obviously look on his face for not wanting to be there (for which Harry could not blame him), Nott, who looked ready to flee at any moment, Rowan, who looked only determined, Crabbe, who was muttering something unintelligible, and Goyle, who had a troubled expression on his face, yelled.
'EVERTE STATUM!'
The combined spell did what single spells could never have accomplished. The troll was thrown across the corridor and smashed into where the corridor turned right.
What looked like a stunning victory turned to anguish as the troll rose, took his club and began charging again.
'Impediment jinx' Draco offered.
'Yeah, that'd do it' Flint muttered who was now obviously feeling more saver, having just thrown a troll into a wall.
'Count of three' Rowan once more announced.
'One...' The troll roared in anger, 'Two….' The troll began sprinting towards them making the halls shake. 'THREE!'
'IMPEDIMENTA!!' The seven voiced cried.
The troll collided with the spells after having cut through half of the intervening space. It flew once more backwards, and once more into the wall, but this time, it went through it, part of the wall collapsing on top of his body.
The seven moved towards the body of the troll, which was not moving.
Harry raised his wand and muttered 'Glacius' Turning the floor around the troll to ice.
'If anyone sees movement, yell' Harry said to the seven while walking. 'If you hear one of us yell, everyone do another impediment jinx,' Harry said. 'though I think we wont be needing it'. Up close, the troll looked even more horrific than from afar, except now, blood was tickling down his skull and chest, and spots of what Harry heard Nott murmur to be an internal bleeding appeared on his skin as well.
'I think its dead' Draco muttered in disgust.
'I agree' Harry and Rowan said at the same time.
Footsteps made the seven Slytherins turn around. The teachers had finally arrived, surprisingly late, looking at the commotion they had caused.
McGonagalls eyes seemed to pop out of her head, looking at the corpse of the dead troll, an amusing sight. Snape, looked at the Slytherins appreciatively, and was no doubt secretly proud that they belonged to his house while Quirrell looked ready to pass away any given moment. Sprout looked strangely at the troll, while Flitwick looked as if he could not believe the damage they had caused. Sybill Trelawny was furiously shuffling some cards, and professor Sinistra, the astronomy teacher, had already ignored the troll and was now looking to the stars from a window. Dumbledore merely smiled at the Slytherins with a friendly twinkle in his eyes.
'What exactly are you doing here?' McGonagall asked coldly.
'Attempting to reach the passageway of Malcolm the mad' Harry said boldly.
'Then that was very stupid of you' McGonagall said coldly. 'I hereby take twenty poi-''I'm sorry Minerva' Snape interrupted drily, but I think that as they are in my house, I get to punishment, you know from last time punishing this boy that my punishments are good enough.' Snape pointed behind McGonagall. 'You would do better to see to your student whom mines were just saving.' He finished coldly.
Everyone turned to where Snape was pointing.
Granger, had just come shuffling out of the girls bathroom. Shock still painting her face.
With a swish of tartan, McGonagall swept to Granger, took her by the arm and almost dragged her in the general direction of the hospital wing.
Suddenly a stab of pain shot through Harry's chest. Cautiously touching, and winching at the pain, Harry drew his conclusion.
At least one of his ribs had been fractured.
Darkness took him, and he felt himself falling towards the floor, the last he saw surprisingly being Flint, who attempted to grab him before he fell face down on the floor.
Harry awoke in the hospital wing. He touched his ribs, and discovered that they had completely mended. Reaching for his glasses, he noticed three people standing at his bed.
Draco, Rowan and Snape.
'How long have I been out?' Harry asked.
'A day' Snape said emotionlessly.
Harry sighed. 'I guess there's no helping it.'
Harry stepped out of bed, and got dressed.
'What happened when I was out?' he asked to the people at his bed in general.
'Dumbledore disposed of the troll' Draco said. 'No idea what he did with it.'
'Flitwick repaired the damage we did to the castle' Snape said indifferently.
'and Snape awarded each of us twenty points for defeating a possible threat to the inhabitants of Hogwarts' Rowan finished with a smile.
'Did anyone else get hurt?' Harry inquired.
It was Snape who answered.
'No, but none of the others stood and faced a troll.' Snape smiled one of his rare smiles. 'I must say that you learn fast Potter. Only a perfect shield could've held a troll with a club like that, although if you could've don't it nonverbally, you might've gotten out of his range before he kicked your ribs to bits. I expect you in my office tonight again'.
'I understand sir' Harry said.
'The headmaster has officially granted you exactly half a day off,' Snape said while Harry made to leave the hospital wing. 'I suggest that you go to bed, having slept a day, I wouldn't be surprised if your still tired.'
Surprisingly, Harry noticed that Snape was right.
A/N : I expect some more reviews this time, as well as maybe some tips for how I can improve or how you want certain things to work out. Remember, I'm trying to follow the official version of Harry Potter and the philosopher stone, just changing it a bit, so you actually kinda know what is going to happen, only not how it is going to happen.
P.S
For everyone who does not get the function of all the spells I use: .com/wiki/List_of_spells is a great link, this is also where I get all my spells.