The next morning, Halloween morning, I slowly sat up in my bed, still dressed in my robes that I wore last night, I laid back down in my bed, Shivering as I remembered the three pairs of green eyes,of the three headed dog. I've come to the conclusion that that thing was Fluffy, it had to be. Sitting up I pulled out the diary from the pocket of my robes. I wonder if this thing, or Tom? Would knows anything. Sitting up, I grabbed my bag, that was prepped for today's classes, I then made my way out of the room, without waking anyone up, deciding to leave Capone here again.
After I freshened myself, up in the shared Slytherin bathroom, I went to the great hall. I saw Ron and Harry already there, talking excitedly, they must've been coming down from the adrenaline rush from last night, still. I'll admit it, I was still affected by last night, with a mixture of fear and a giddy light headed feeling. I went towards the Slytherin table, where Draco was working on something.
Once I sat down in my usual spot next to him, he looked up at me, "Alright, so I heard yesterday we're going to practice the levitation charms, there's Wingardium Leviosa, it makes things levitate, so as long as our wands is pointing them off the ground, the hover charm, leaves things, and people hovering in mid-air for some time, the floating charm makes small things float, while the rocket charm, does what?"
"It violently buoys an object aloft" I answered him, earning a confused look.
"Buoys? Aloft? Bloody hell, sometimes I think you're making things up" He responded writing down what I told him.
With a roll of my eyes I defined both words, "Buoys, the verb definition is to keep things above, and aloft means up in, or into the air."
He looked at me with a brow raised, "Why not just say, 'it violently keeps an object in the air' then?"
"I figured you knew what they meant" Giving him a wink I went on, "Next time I'll be sure to use small words, anyways, why are you rushing it anyways?" I questioned him, getting his homework done so early. We still had a class before we had time before charms, history of magic would be our first class today.
He shrugged, "So it's done and I can doze off in history"
The great hall was starting to fill up with more students, Owls soon started filling the room giving mail to their resipiants.
My raven had given me a letter, from my parents.
Dear Amber Rose,
You haven't sent us a letter yet, and it has us concerned. It would make your mother and I happy if you were to write us every once and a while.
How is Ravenclaw treating you? Are you impressing your professors and peers yet?
Remember, your marks are the most important.
With our deepest regards
Rowan Ravenclaw & Alma Rubus Ravenclaw
This letter does nothing but anger me. They just assume I'm in Ravenclaw! I still have no idea what to write back, I don't want to lie to them, but if I tell then the truth, who knows what they would do. At least by not writing them, I can stay in their good graces. I looked back up, when I notice everyone was rushing outside. What's going on?
Even Draco had left without a word. With a deep sigh, I stuffed the letter into my pocket, and followed everyone out of the great hall, except I kept walking towards my first class of the day. Taking a seat in the front, in my usually seat, I pulled out a quill, and the diary. Looking at it I took a breath of air and began to write in it.
"Question, how would you go about telling your parents something, that would make them likely disown you?"
I was shocked by the diaries reply,
"You just do it, I suppose? I never had parents to let down."
Feeling guilty I then wrote my own reply,
"I'm sorry, for talking about myself, when you aren't as, uh blessed to have parents, not sure what to say. New topic, sorry I haven't replied, right after supper, an unpredicted event had me beat."
I felt rude and terrible talking about my parents, learning the book had none. Wait, why am I sorry about a book not having parents? Do books even have parents?
"No need to be sorry for either, I'm flattered by the fact you returned to write me at all. What unpredicted event?"
Thinking carefully, on if I should be honest or not, I couldn't think of a reason why not, who would the book tell?
"Myself and few friends ran into a room, where there was a three headed dog, that reminds me of Cerberus, the hound of Hades. Never thought they were actually real, just assumed they were myths."
a few moments a long reply came through,
"I believe in English terminology it's known as a Runespoor, each head serves a different purpose. It's greatest weakness is it's weakness to soft music, it makes it fall asleep."
I blinked at the useful information, this diary, was more than just a diary. I then gasped, as a thought came to mind and I wrote it down.
"Do you happen to know anything on wandless and non-verbal magic?"
There was a few moments before I got a reply.
"Yes, the trick is to to have the will to do it"
What? The diary then went on, before I could question it.
" Separate yourself from your any distraction, as nonverbal magic and wandless magic is all about the mind, you need to ignore any distractions, such as noise, pain, and anything else. You'll also need to learn to aim it; your wand is just a tool to aim the magic, while the name of the spell is a way to aim your mind. Once you no longer need such aid in aiming, you'll be able to do magic, with just thoughts and will."
Alright, that made sense? I looked to the quill in my hand, laying it down I looked at it, being in a room alone, it should be easy not to be distracted, focusing on the thought of the quill just to stand on it's own. I know I can do this, come on! Sadly, my own feather didn't stand on it's own but a feather and a few other supplies within the room stood up. I then heard foot steps entering the room, looking at the door I saw Draco walking in with his two fat friends, none of them noticing the floating supplies, I looked back at my diary, quickly with my quill I wrote a quick goodbye, and shut the book. Stuffing it into a pocket of my cloak. Just As Draco and his fat friends took their usual seats.
Soon class was over and now we were sitting in charms class, we were apparently sharing class time with the Gryffindors, I didn't mind as much as everyone else did. There were dirty looks being shot from both houses. The class went on, it was a boring lesson. We were just going over the Levitation Charm, Wingardium Leviosa, and practicing it, which we should have have down already, but so many of my peers were struggling to get their feathers up.
Taking the time just to focus on using my will to lift mine, I stared at it, thinking of it floating, no wanting it to float. I held my breath as I watched it wiggle a little bit. Come on, you can do it! I chanted for myself, the tip of the feather than lifted up slightly. My concentration was broken by the annoying sound of Pansy Parkinson, yapping a taunt.
"What the great Ravenclaw can't get it up?" I just rolled my eyes, picking up my wand, doing the swish and flick motion, the feather started to float.
I held my breath, realizing, I made it float, without saying anything. I didn't need to say the charm. About bloody time! Then I looked over at Pansy's feather, it hadn't left her desk, I gave her a wink, earning a dirty look from her.
"My, my Ms. Ravenclaw, surly living up to your name! And well done to you as well " Flitwick praised us both. Looking over at Hermione whom had lifted her feather up as well. I smiled at her, proud that my she had gotten the lesson down.
When class ended, I walked out with Draco, or well, I walked out and him and his fat friends were in tow. Not to far I heard a Gryffindor, I think it was Parvati, telling her friend that Hermione was crying in the girls bathroom. What why? I waved Draco off, as I walked over to the two students talking about Hermione.
"What happened?" I questioned, as I joined the conversation.
Receving a look from Parvati, "No a clue, she just told me to leave her alone, why do you care?"
Ignoring her tone and question I asked a different question, "Which bathroom is she in?" Simply the Gryiffindor girl, point in a direction, I nodded a thank you and bolted in that direction.
Slowing down I heard the weeps. Walking quietly into the bathroom, "Hermione?" I questioned.
"Go away" she cried.
I let out a laugh, as I opened a stall that was next to her, and I sat inside the stall, "I think I'll stay right here, wanna have a chat while we sit here?" I questioned.
She sniffled, "No, go away"
"I could tell some sick puns if you'd prefer, or would you rather not suffer and tell me what's up?" I chuckled.
"I don't have friends," she whimpered back. Crying some more.
"What am I to you?" I questioned, "I know for sure you're my friend, one of my favorite people here to be exact" I said reassuring her.
"You're just saying that so I'll come out." She cried.
I rolled my eyes, "Well, a little, I find conversations in the bathroom to be weird, you know? Who enjoys weeing and talking? It's weird" I paused before I went on, "However, my friends are worth sitting in a bathroom and talking with. Or well at least you are, I don't think I would walk into the boys room to comfort Malfoy." I heard a small giggle, like she was trying to stop it, but failed, to totally hide it. Adding quietly in a small whisper to myself I went on, "As for being a nightmare, you look nothing like my parents when they find out I'm not in Ravenclaw." I let out a sad chuckle, "I'm sure I'll be disowned the moment they find out, then suffer through their mind games."
"Mind if we sit in here a bit longer?" She whimpered.
I smiled softy, "Of course." I whispered back.
We both sat in the bathroom for awhile, talking here and there about classes, and how stupid some people, -mostly Ronald- were. Ignoring what sounded like rain hitting the walls. But kept getting louder. I rolled my eyes, assuming what we thought was rain, was a person being annoying. Getting up from the toilet, my stomach knotted, up in fear
The thuds weren't from rain, or people, but a troll, the biggest troll I'd ever seen, alright it's the only troll I've seen, but still the largest! I heard the stall next to mine open, Hermione must've been curious. She had taken a step further out than I did, stopping when she saw the daft troll. I grabbed a hold of her robes, pulling her backwards slowly, into my stall. The Troll took a few steps closer, I saw it's hand with the club move, Quickly I pulled Hermione into the stall, and pushed her on to the ground. I just dropped to the ground as, the wooden stall, along with the others were shattered once the club went through them.
Hermione let out a scream of fear, while mine was stuck in my throat. I felt splinters end up in my arm. The next think i heard was Harry yelling for Hermione to move, I pushed her to crawl forward, I crawled behind her. This isn't good! then more stalls we shattered, I felt my leg pinned down by some of the wood. Bloody hell!
Then Rons voice yelled, "Hey pea brain", gaining the trolls attention, while I pushed Hermione towards the sinks, I was forced to stay where I was, trying to wiggle my leg out from between the rubble, Come on! Move! At that moment whatever was pinning my leg down seemed to dissipate. My leg was free, I crawled out from the rubble standing up, just to see the troll had Harry in hand, Harry kept dodging the trolls club. I looked around for my wand, quickly realizing it must've been in my bag still, under the rubble. Windgardium Leviosa! The troll gave another swing, the club however was released and floated above the troll. Drop! The club then fell right on the trolls head, my breaths came out unevenly as I looked at the fallen troll, I can't believe that just happened.
Hermione then ran over to Ron, "You did it!" Was it him?
Giving my self a shake, who cares we're all alive! I walked over to Harry, as he brushed himself off. "You alright Harry?"
Looking to me giving a nod as he pulled his wand out of the trolls nose, I felt sick, seeing the boogers, "Ugh, troll boogers." He said, his face showing the same disgust as mine did.
"Is it dead?" Hermione asked, walking over, Ron right behind.
"I don't think so" Harry responded, looking at her, "Just knocked out, I think."
At that moment the bathroom door bursted open, showing Professor McGonagall, Quirrel. Quirrel looked faint, and sick, behind them was also Snape, I couldn't help but to notice a tear in his trousers, seeing blood. I raised my eyebrow, What did that? Just as quickly as I saw it he covered his leg with his robes. I looked away from him, walking towards the rubble, I brushed my foot through it. Ignoring the look of fury that painted McGonagall and the shock and fury mixed face of Snape. I wanted my bag.
Just as I found my bag, Hermione spoke up, "Please, Professors, they- they were looking for me." I turned my head to look at her, why was she covering for me?
"Miss Granger, explain" McGonagall demaned looking at Hermione.
"I went looking for the troll. Amber was trying to talk me out of it, but being a good friend she is, she didn't want me walking alone," She paused, "I, I thought I could deal with it on my own, since I've been reading up on them and all"
I'm sure my eyes had widened, she just lied to a teacher, so out of character for her. I almost want to laugh.
"Amber, being the good friend she is was trying to talk me out of it, even coming as far as to follow me." She looked to me then to the boys, "If she hadn't alerted Harry and Ron, she and I might've both been dead now. They didn't have time to go fetch anyone, it was about to finish me off if it weren't for them showing up to help Amber protect me."
McGonagall, looked to me, seeing the sawdust, and troll gunk on me, then looked to Harry and Ron. Snape seemed to be assessing us each as well. While Quirrel was looking at the troll, he seemed disappointed? I couldn't help but to narrow my eyes at him. Something was off.
"Well, in that case..." She looked back at Hermione, " , you were foolish to think you could tackle a mountain of a troll on your own. Five points will be taken away from Gryffindor." She then looked to Harry, Ron and myself, "I'd say you're each lucky, but not many first years have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. Boys, you each have won Gryffindor five points, each of you. , you did a good thing, following your friend, yet still stupid for doing so, but you went after and aided in bringing the troll down. Five points to Slytherin." I couldn't really argue with her, still in a slight daze and not wanting to break Hermiones lie. McGonagall, looked from us to Hermione then to the other professors, "Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this." Looking to us again, "You may go, all of you."
Quickly we each left. We couldn't get out of there quick enough. Now in the Slytherin common room, I saw the commons was still had a few Slytherins awake, most working on their work, or just hanging out. I felt a smile spread across my face. How oblivious they all were.