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Meanwhile, in the library, Madam Pince, Professor Vector, and the Slytherin students were gathered, following Dumbledore's instructions to remain safe from the troll in the dungeon. The atmosphere was tense, with students whispering among themselves, their eyes darting towards the doors.
A blood-curdling scream pierced the air, and Tracey's eyes widened in horror.
"That's Hermione!" Tracey exclaimed, her voice trembling, her hand flying to her mouth.
Draco's heart skipped a beat. He had tried to deny his feelings for Hermione earlier that afternoon, but now they came flooding back. His mind racing with fear, he imagined the worst-case scenarios. He pictured Hermione's smile, her laughter, and her bright eyes, now potentially lost forever.
"No, no, no," Draco whispered to himself, his face pale, his fists clenched.
Then, another scream echoed through the corridors - a boy's voice shouting Hermione's name.
"Ron!" Professor Vector muttered, concern etched on her face, her brow furrowed.
"It's Ron," one Slytherin student confirmed, his voice shaking. "He's calling out for Hermione."
The screams continued, Neville's and Harry's voices joining the chaos. The library's silence was shattered, replaced by the sounds of panic and desperation.
"Oh dear heavens," Madam Pince gasped, her hand on her heart. "The boys must have been searching for Hermione... they didn't know about the troll."
The library fell silent once more, the only sound the screams echoing from the floor above. The group listened in horror as Hermione, Neville, and Ron screamed Harry's name at the top of their lungs.
"Harry!" the three voices echoed in unison, their cries piercing the air.
"No!" they cried out, their voices cracking with desperation, their words dripping with terror.
Then, a loud thud shook the library, sending shockwaves through the room. Books trembled on shelves, and the lights flickered.
Many were now convinced that the troll had killed Harry.
"It's over," one Slytherin student whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.
Draco's face turned ashen, his eyes vacant.
"No, it can't be," he repeated, his voice barely audible, his lips trembling.
Madam Pince's expression turned grim, her eyes steely.
"We must remain calm," she said, her voice firm, authoritative.
Professor Vector nodded, her eyes locked on the door, her face set.
"We'll wait for further instructions," she said.
But for now, they could only stand in stunned silence, waiting for news of Harry's fate, their hearts heavy with dread, their minds reeling with the thought of losing one of their own...
Meanwhile, in the astronomy tower, Madam Hooch, Professor Sinistra, and the Hufflepuff students were gathered, following Dumbledore's instructions to remain safe from the troll in the dungeon. The night sky twinkled above, a stark contrast to the fear and anxiety that gripped the group. The telescopes stood silent, their lenses pointed towards the stars, as if witnessing the chaos unfolding below.
A blood-curdling scream pierced the air, and Susan's eyes widened in horror, her hand flying to her mouth.
"That's Hermione!" Susan exclaimed, her voice trembling, her face pale.
Madam Hooch's expression turned grave, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Oh dear," she whispered, her eyes locked on the door.
"It's Hermione," another Hufflepuff student confirmed, alarm rising in his voice. "She sounds terrified."
Then, another scream echoed through the corridors - a boy's voice shouting Hermione's name.
"Ron," Professor Sinistra muttered, concern etched on her face, her eyes darting towards the door.
"He's calling out for Hermione," a student said, fear creeping into his voice.
The screams continued, Neville's and Harry's voices joining the chaos. The group listened, transfixed, as the cries grew louder and more desperate.
"They're searching for her," Madam Hooch realized, her brow furrowed. "They don't know about the troll."
The room fell silent, the only sound the screams echoing from the floor below. The Hufflepuffs exchanged worried glances, their faces etched with fear.
Then, the unthinkable happened. Hermione, Neville, and Ron screamed Harry's name at the top of their lungs.
"Harry!" the three voices echoed in unison, their cries piercing the air.
"No!" they cried out, their voices cracking with desperation, their words dripping with terror.
The group in the astronomy tower held their collective breath, their hearts racing with fear.
Then, a loud thud shook the tower, sending shockwaves through the room. The telescopes rattled, and the lights flickered.
Many were now convinced that the troll had killed Harry.
"It can't be," Susan whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Poor Harry," another student murmured, her voice trembling.
Madam Hooch's face turned somber, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"We must remain calm," she said, her voice firm, authoritative. "We'll wait for further instructions."
Professor Sinistra nodded, her eyes locked on the door, her face set.
"We'll get through this together," she said, her voice filled with determination.
But for now, they could only stand in stunned silence, waiting for news of Harry's fate, their hearts heavy with dread, their minds reeling with the thought of losing one of their own...
Meanwhile, in the Ravenclaw tower, all Ravenclaw students were gathered, following Dumbledore's instructions to remain safe from the troll in the dungeon. The room was filled with anxiety, as the students whispered among themselves, their eyes darting towards the doors. The soft glow of the candles and the moonlight streaming through the windows seemed to pale in comparison to the fear that gripped the group.
A blood-curdling scream pierced the air, and Lisa's eyes widened in horror.
"That's Hermione!" Lisa exclaimed, her voice trembling, her hand flying to her mouth.
"It can't be," another student whispered, shock etched on her face.
Then, another scream echoed through the corridors - a boy's voice shouting Hermione's name.
"Ron," a student identified, alarm rising in his voice.
The screams continued, Neville's and Harry's voices joining the chaos. The room fell silent, the only sound the screams echoing from the floor below.
"They're searching for her," a prefect realized, concern etched on his face.
"We have to do something," a first-year student urged.
But the prefects held firm.
"We can't go down there," one prefect said, his voice firm. "It's not safe."
The group listened in horror as Hermione, Neville, and Ron screamed Harry's name at the top of their lungs.
"Harry!" the three voices echoed in unison.
"No!" they cried out, their voices cracking with desperation.
Then, a loud thud shook the tower, sending shockwaves through the room. The candles flickered, and the windows rattled.
Many were now convinced that the troll had killed Harry.
"Oh no, it can't be," a first-year student sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
"We have to do something!" another exclaimed.
However, the prefects quickly intervened, calming the students.
"Stay calm, everyone," a prefect urged. "We can't go down there. It's not safe."
"But our friends are down there!" a student protested.
"I know, but we have to trust the teachers to handle it," the prefect reassured.
As the students struggled to come to terms with the unfolding tragedy, whispers began to circulate.
"Do you think only Harry was hurt?" Lisa asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Or are there more?" another student wondered, fear etched on her face.
"Could it be Ron or Hermione too?" a student whispered.
The prefects worked tirelessly to maintain order, reassuring the first years.
"We'll get through this together," one prefect said.
"We'll wait for news from the teachers," another added.
But for now, they could only wait, their hearts heavy with dread, their minds reeling with the thought of losing one of their own. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional sob or whispered prayer...
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor tower's third-year dormitory, Fred and George were intently studying the Marauder's Map, their eyes scanning the corridors for any sign of trouble. The map's intricate network of lines and symbols revealed the location of every student, teacher, and creature within the castle walls.
"Oh no," Fred whispered, his voice laced with alarm.
"What is it?" George asked, leaning in closer.
"The troll," Fred replied, his eyes fixed on the map. "It's on the same floor as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville."
George's face turned pale.
"We have to do something," he urged, already racing towards the door.
Without hesitation, the twins rushed down to the Fat Lady's portrait, begging her to let them out.
"Please, we have to help our friends!" Fred pleaded, his voice desperate.
"Let us out, Fat Lady!" George added.
But just as they reached the portrait, a blood-curdling scream echoed through the corridors. Parvati gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
"That's Hermione!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.
Percy, Fred, George, Dean, Parvati, Lavender, Sally, and Seamus exchanged worried glances. The rest of the Gryffindors were equally concerned, their faces etched with fear.
"What's happening?" Lavender whispered, her eyes wide.
"Is she okay?" Dean asked.
Then, another scream pierced the air - a boy's voice shouting Hermione's name.
"Ron!" Percy recognized, alarm etched on his face.
The Fat Lady's expression turned worried, her eyes darting towards the door.
"Oh dear, oh dear," she murmured.
The prefects quickly sprang into action, anticipating that Percy and the others would try to sneak out.
"We can't let anyone out," one prefect whispered to the Fat Lady.
"Please, don't let them leave," another begged.
Discreetly, they changed the password, ensuring that no one could exit.
"Sorry, dear students," the Fat Lady said, her voice firm. "I'm afraid no one can leave tonight."
Fred and George's faces turned grave, their eyes locked on the Fat Lady.
"We have to find another way," George whispered.
Percy's expression turned resolute.
"We'll find a way to help them," he vowed.
But for now, they were trapped, forced to wait and worry about their friends' fate, their minds racing with worst-case scenarios...
Hearing the screams in the common room, all of Harry's pets - Hedwig, his loyal white owl, Kluer, his sleek black cat, and Poco, his tiny sparrow - sounded panicked. They fluttered, meowed, and chirped frantically, sensing their owner's distress. Hedwig's wings beat wildly, her soft hooting turning into shrill screeches.
"Someone calm them down!" Percy exclaimed, his voice laced with urgency.
Dean, Seamus, Parvati, and Lavender rushed to handle the pets, trying to soothe them. Dean gently stroked Hedwig's feathers.
"There, there, Hedwig," Dean whispered.
Lavender cradled Kluer in her arms.
"Shh, Kluer, it's okay," she cooed.
Seamus carefully scooped up Poco.
"Easy, little guy," Seamus murmured.
But others were in horror, especially Fred and George, their faces ashen.
"This can't be happening," Fred muttered.
George's eyes were wide with fear.
"What if...what if they're all gone?" George whispered.
Then, again, they heard more screaming, confirming Neville's presence in the chaos.
"It's Neville!" Parvati cried.
The room fell silent, awaiting the worst.
And then, they all heard it - the screams of Hermione, Neville, and Ron, all shouting Harry's name, followed by a desperate "No!"
"Harry!" the three voices echoed in unison.
"No!" they cried out, their voices cracking with desperation.
Then, a loud thud shook the tower, sending a shockwave through the room. The portraits on the walls rattled, and the candles flickered.
The Gryffindor tower was now filled with silence, a heavy, oppressive stillness.
"It's over," someone whispered.
"They're gone," another added.
The reality sunk in - Harry was dead. And the possibility of the remaining three being dead was still there, hanging like a dark cloud.
Many were crying, overcome with grief. Harry's pets were mourning, their cries echoing through the room.
Hedwig's soft hooting turned into mournful screeches.
Kluer's meows were now pitiful whimpers.
Poco's chirps were replaced with sorrowful trills.
The common room, once filled with laughter and warmth, was now a scene of devastation and despair. The fire crackled, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Fred and George sat stunned, their eyes fixed on the floor.
Percy's face was etched with grief.
"This can't be," he whispered.
But it was. The unthinkable had happened, leaving the Gryffindors in shattered silence...
Snape and Quirrell were running down the corridor, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The torches cast flickering shadows, making their faces appear gaunt and worried. The air was thick with tension as they hastened towards the source of the screams. Suddenly, they saw Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, and Charity Burbage approaching them at a rapid pace, their faces etched with concern.
"What's happening?" Snape demanded, his voice low and urgent, his eyes scanning the corridor.
"We've heard screaming," Dumbledore replied, his eyes grave, his brow furrowed, his voice laced with worry.
McGonagall's face was set in a determined expression, her jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and resolve.
"We must find the source," she urged, her voice firm, her hand on the hilt of her wand.
The group continued to run, their long robes billowing behind them like dark clouds. As they turned a corner, they heard more screaming - Ron's and Neville's voices, unmistakable in their desperation. The sound sent a chill down their spines.
"It's Ron and Neville," Flitwick exclaimed, his voice trembling, his eyes wide with fear.
Dumbledore's pace quickened, his long strides eating up the distance.
"We're getting closer," he said, his voice firm, his eyes fixed on the path ahead.
Then, the unthinkable happened. All three - Hermione, Ron, and Neville - screamed "Harry" at the top of their lungs, followed by a heart-wrenching "No!" The sound echoed through the corridors, a haunting cry of despair that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle.
"Harry!" the three voices echoed in unison, their screams overlapping in a devastating harmony.
"No!" they cried out, their voices cracking with desperation, their words dripping with terror.
The group froze, horrified, their faces ashen. McGonagall's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Sprout's hands covered her ears, as if to block out the unbearable sound.
"Oh no," McGonagall whispered, her voice barely audible.
Dumbledore's eyes closed, his face etched with sorrow. His shoulders slumped, as if the weight of the world had fallen upon him. His expression was one of unbearable grief.
"It can't be," Snape muttered, his voice barely audible, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Sprout's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Oh dear heavens," she gasped, her voice trembling.
Flitwick's eyes welled up with tears.
"Harry can't be...gone," he stammered, his voice cracking.
Charity Burbage's face turned pale.
"This is a disaster," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The group stood frozen, unable to process the reality - Harry was certainly dead. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the distant sounds of mourning and despair. The castle itself seemed to mourn, its stones echoing with the tragedy.
Time seemed to stand still as they struggled to comprehend the unimaginable. The shadows cast by the torches seemed to grow longer, darker, as if darkness itself was closing in around them. The air was heavy with grief, the weight of their loss crushing them...
As the initial shock wore off, the group composed themselves, remembering that Ron, Hermione, and Neville were still alive and needed their help. Dumbledore's eyes, though red-rimmed, shone with determination.
"We must save them," Dumbledore said, his voice firm, his jaw set.
McGonagall nodded, her face resolute.
"Let's move," she urged, her hand on the doorknob.
With renewed determination, they approached the bathroom door, caution etched on their faces. Slowly, McGonagall turned the handle and pushed the door open.
"Oh dear heavens," Sprout gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
The troll lay on the floor, knocked out, its massive body motionless, its club-like arms splayed awkwardly.
But it was the scene beside the troll that brought tears to their eyes. Harry, alive and well, stood embracing Ron, Neville, and Hermione in an enormous group hug. They were all crying, their faces etched with relief and joy.
"Friends Forever," they whispered in unison, their voices barely audible, their words muffled by each other's shoulders.
"Friends Forever," they repeated, their words a soothing mantra, a promise of unity and loyalty.
The group hugged tighter, their bond stronger than ever. Harry's eyes were closed, his face buried in Hermione's hair. Ron's tears streamed down his face, Neville's shoulders shook with sobs.
Dumbledore smiled, his eyes shining with tears.
"They're alive," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Snape's expression softened, his eyes betraying a hint of warmth.
"Thank goodness," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
McGonagall's eyes welled up with tears.
"This is a miracle," she said, her voice choked.
Flitwick nodded, his eyes sparkling.
"Harry's alive," he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face.
Charity Burbage smiled, her eyes shining.
"Praise Merlin," she whispered.
The group watched, mesmerized, as the four friends held each other, their love and loyalty overcoming even the darkest of challenges.
"Friends Forever," Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville whispered again, their voices a gentle echo.
Their words echoed through the bathroom, a promise of unity and friendship that would last a lifetime, a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared...
Quirrell squealed falsely in delight, his voice grating on the nerves, and sank down to the floor, his eyes shining with insincere enthusiasm. His sudden display of excitement seemed out of place amidst the tense atmosphere, and the teachers exchanged skeptical glances.
Meanwhile, McGonagall called out to the four friends, her voice firm but concerned, her eyes scanning the group.
"Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, come here!" she commanded, her voice echoing through the bathroom.
The four friends broke their hug, sensing the presence of their teachers. They turned to find Snape, McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, Charity Burbage, and Quirrell standing before them, their faces etched with varying degrees of surprise, concern, and annoyance.
McGonagall's expression turned stern, her eyebrows furrowed.
"What were you thinking?" she scolded, her voice firm but worried.
Hermione stepped forward, her eyes downcast, her face flushed.
"It was my fault," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her shoulders slumping.
But before she could elaborate, Neville spoke up, his voice laced with guilt.
"No, it was my fault," he said, his face pale, his eyes wide.
"We locked the troll in with you, Hermione. I shouldn't have left you."
Ron shook his head, his face twisted in self-reproach.
"It was my fault," he countered, his voice firm.
"I suggested locking the troll in. I didn't think it would put Hermione in danger."
Harry's eyes dropped, his face etched with regret.
"No, it was my fault," he said, his voice laced with guilt, his shoulders sagging.
"I shouldn't have gone to Godric's Hollow. If I hadn't, none of this would have happened. We shouldn't have split up."
The blame game continued, with the four friends bickering to take the blame, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of guilt and regret.
"I should have stayed with you," Ron said.
"We shouldn't have split up," Harry replied.
Neville chimed in.
"We should have found a better way to handle the troll."
Hermione's eyes welled up.
"We should have been more careful."
The teachers watched in silence, their faces impassive, as the blame game continued. Snape's eyes narrowed, McGonagall's arms crossed, and Dumbledore's expression turned thoughtful. Flitwick's eyes sparkled with concern, while Sprout's face remained stern. Charity Burbage's eyes were fixed on Quirrell, her expression skeptical.
The silence of the teachers was deafening, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil unfolding before them. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the four friends' urgent voices, each trying to claim responsibility for the near-disaster.
Quirrell, still seated on the floor, watched the scene unfold with an unnerving grin, his eyes glinting with malevolence...
Dumbledore's calm and authoritative voice cut through the tension, his eyes twinkling with warmth.
"Enough," he said. "Let us hear the truth, from the start. No more blame, no more guilt. Just the facts, please."
The four friends glanced at each other, exchanging silent understanding. Hermione took a deep breath, her shoulders squaring, and began.
"After Charms class, Draco said I had no true friends," she said, her voice steady, though a hint of pain flickered in her eyes.
"He claimed I was just a bookworm, that no one really liked me."
McGonagall's eyes narrowed, her expression disapproving.
"Malfoy's insolence knows no bounds," she muttered.
Dumbledore's expression remained serene.
"Go on, Hermione," he encouraged.
Hermione continued, "Although I knew Draco's words were false, the thought still lingered. Then, I came into the common room and overheard Ron and Neville talking about me."
Ron and Neville exchanged guilty glances, their faces flushing.
"They called me a know-it-all," Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes dropping.
Neville's face turned bright red.
"Hermione, wait," he began, his voice urgent.
But Hermione continued.
"I ran away, feeling hurt, and came here to cry all day. I felt like I didn't belong, like I was just a burden to you both."
Ron's eyes widened.
"Hermione, no!" he exclaimed.
Neville shook his head.
"We didn't mean it like that," he said."Hermione, if you'd waited just a minute more, you would have heard us say that you're our true friend, always there to help," Neville explained.
Ron chimed in.
"Yeah, and we didn't mean know-it-all in a bad way. You're our know-it-all, the one who always figures things out."
Ron's joke broke the tension, and Hermione's lips curved into a faint smile.
"I'm sorry," Ron said, his eyes sincere.
"We're sorry," Neville added.
Hermione's smile grew.
"I'm sorry too," she said.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Apologies accepted. Now, let us hear the rest of the story."
Snape's eyes remained narrowed.
"Indeed, let us hear how this...misadventure unfolded."
Flitwick leaned forward.
"And how you managed to defeat the troll," he added.
Sprout's eyes sparkled.
"And what you learned from this experience."
Harry took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the room as he continued the story.
"When I got back from Godric's Hollow in the evening, I went to the Gryffindor common room," he began, his voice clear.
"Hermione wasn't there, so I asked Ron and Neville if they'd seen her."
Ron and Neville shook their heads in unison, their faces etched with concern.
"We didn't know where she was," Ron said, his brow furrowed.
Neville nodded vigorously.
"We thought she might be in the Great Hall, maybe studying or getting ready for the Halloween feast."
As Harry spoke, McGonagall's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Go on," she encouraged, her voice soft.
Harry continued, his words flowing easily.
"On the way to the Great Hall, we overheard someone saying they saw Hermione and Draco in a heated argument near the library."
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose, his interest piqued.
"An argument, you say?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
Harry nodded.
"We were concerned, so we went to check the library."
Snape's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing.
"And?" he pressed, his voice sharp.
Harry shook his head.
"She wasn't there. Madam Pince assured us she must be in the Great Hall for the Halloween feast."
Flitwick's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Did you ask Madam Pince about the argument?" he asked.
Harry nodded.
"She didn't know anything about it."
Sprout's expression turned stern, her face set in a disapproving scowl.
"Draco's involvement worries me," she said.
Charity Burbage scribbled notes on a parchment, her eyes darting between Harry and the other teachers.
"This argument could be relevant," she murmured.
Quirrell's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolence.
McGonagall leaned forward, her elbows on the table.
"Proceed, Harry."
Harry took another deep breath, his chest rising.
"We went to the Great Hall, but Hermione wasn't there either."
Ron took over the story, his voice filling the room.
"When Hermione wasn't in the Great Hall, Harry got this idea," Ron began.
"He asked Parvati if she'd seen Hermione."
"Did she know?" McGonagall asked, her interest piqued.
Ron nodded.
"Parvati told us she'd heard someone saying Hermione was in the second-floor girls' bathroom, crying."
Dumbledore's expression turned sympathetic.
"Poor dear," he murmured.
Ron continued.
"Just then, Professor Quirrell came in, informing us about the troll in the dungeons."
Quirrell's grin faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure.
"Panic started," Ron said.
"We tried to call for the professors, but no one heard us."
Neville nodded.
"We knew the prefects wouldn't leave their posts to search for Hermione, and the professors were busy with the troll."
Harry's eyes dropped.
"We thought, since the troll was in the dungeons, we'd find Hermione and get back to the common room."
Snape's eyes narrowed.
"A reckless decision, indeed."
Flitwick's face turned concerned.
"But understandable, given the circumstances."
Sprout's expression remained stern.
"You should have found a teacher."
Charity Burbage scribbled more notes.
"This troll incident seems to have been a distraction."
Snape's criticism dripped with disdain, his voice venomous, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Your reckless decision is appalling," Snape spat, his words cutting through the air.
"You should have found a teacher or informed the prefects. Your impulsiveness will get you killed."
Harry's face reddened, his temper flaring. He didn't care that he was about to shout in front of a professor and Dumbledore.
"But what were we supposed to do?" Harry exclaimed, his voice rising, his hands clenched into fists.
"Let Hermione die?" he shouted, his eyes blazing with defiance.
"We tried to call for help, but no one listened!" Harry's words tumbled out in a rush, his chest heaving.
"It wasn't our fault!" he protested, his voice cracking with emotion.
Dumbledore's eyes widened, surprised by Harry's outburst, but a hint of pride sparkled in their depths.
Snape's face darkened, his lips curling into a snarl.
"How dare you question my authority?" Snape growled, his voice menacing.
But Harry didn't back down.
"And why should we trust the prefects to find her?" Harry demanded, his voice firm.
"If we'd been a minute late, Hermione would be dead!" Tears filled Harry's eyes.
Ron and Neville exchanged worried glances, their faces etched with concern.
Just as Snape was about to respond, McGonagall intervened, her voice calm but firm.
"Enough, Severus," McGonagall said, her eyes flashing with warning.
"It's clear they acted to save Hermione. We must consider the circumstances."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, they showed bravery and quick thinking."
Snape's scowl deepened, but he remained silent.
Harry's anger boiled over.
"Why should we trust professors?" he shouted.
"Your own Defense Against the Dark Arts professor fainted seeing a troll! And there were four trolls in the dungeons to keep professors busy!"
The room fell silent.
Then, Harry's demeanor changed.
He broke down, tears streaming down his face.
"I've already lost my family once," he sobbed.
"My father, my godfather, my mum..." Harry's voice cracked.
Snape's expression softened, his eyes flickering with unexpected emotion.
"...and I can't lose my new family, my friends," Harry whispered.
Ron, Neville, and Hermione rushed to comfort him.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry.
"We're here for you, Harry," she whispered.
Ron patted Harry's back.
"We're your family now."
Neville nodded.
"We'll always be here."
McGonagall's eyes misted.
"Very well, let us continue," she said gently.
"Please, proceed with your tale."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Let us hear the rest."
Snape's expression remained subdued, his eyes still holding a hint of unexpected softness.
He understood the significance of the day - Halloween, the anniversary of Harry's parents' death.
If Harry had lost his friends today, the trauma would have been unbearable.
Snape's gaze drifted to the window, his thoughts consumed by the memory of Lily Potter.
He recalled the day she died, the pain and loss that still lingered.
For a moment, Snape's animosity towards Harry wavered.
He saw Harry, not as a student, but as a vulnerable boy who had lost so much.
McGonagall's voice brought him back to the present.
"Proceed, Harry," she encouraged.
Harry took a deep breath, composing himself.
"We should continue," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione squeezed his hand.
"We're with you, Harry."
Ron and Neville nodded in agreement.
The scene was set for Harry to continue his story, with his friends by his side, and the teachers watching with newfound understanding and compassion...
Neville took a deep breath and continued the story, his voice steady but laced with tension.
"After we reached the second floor, we split up," Neville explained.
"There were two bathrooms, and we didn't know which one the troll was in. We had to act fast."
"Harry went left, while Ron and I went right," Neville added, his eyes scanning the room as if reliving the moment.
Ron nodded in agreement, his face pale.
"We were lucky to find the troll quickly," Ron said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"But our luck ran out when we realized we'd locked it in the bathroom with Hermione!" Neville exclaimed, his voice rising.
Hermione shuddered at the memory, her eyes wide with fear, her hands clenched into fists.
McGonagall's expression turned grave, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Go on," she urged, her voice firm but laced with concern.
Neville swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"We were in a state of panic," Ron admitted, his eyes darting to Harry.
"I tried to move Hermione, but she was paralyzed with fear," Neville said, his voice cracking.
"And I was frozen in place," Ron confessed, his face etched with shame.
"Just as the troll was about to attack, I managed to grab Hermione," Neville continued, his voice filled with determination.
"But the troll swished its club, and the sink and wood came crashing down," Neville described, his hands gesturing wildly.
"My wand fell, lost in the ruins," Neville said, his eyes wide with fear, his face pale.
"Ron threw something to distract the troll," Neville said gratefully, his gaze shifting to Ron.
"Just in time, too," Ron added, his voice laced with relief.
"Then Harry burst in, jumping on the troll's back to save Ron," Neville said, his voice filled with awe.
"But his wand got stuck in the troll's nose," Ron exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"And the troll caught Harry by the legs," Neville concluded, his voice barely above a whisper.
The room fell silent, the tension palpable, the air thick with anticipation.
Harry, Hermione, and Neville were now wandless, at the mercy of the monstrous troll.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, his expression thoughtful.
"Most precarious," he murmured, his voice low.
Snape's expression remained subdued, but his eyes flickered with concern, a hint of surprise.
McGonagall's face was etched with worry, her eyes locked onto Neville.
"How did you escape?" she asked, her voice tense, urgent.
Hermione's eyes locked onto Harry's, her face pale.
"We thought we were going to die," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ron's face paled further.
"It was chaos," he muttered, his eyes darting around the room.
Neville's voice trembled.
"We were trapped."
The teachers exchanged uneasy glances, their faces reflecting concern.
The story was far from over.
"Continue," McGonagall urged, her voice firm.
Harry was about to continue, but his words faltered. He stammered, his face flushing with a deep blush that spread from his cheeks to his ears.
Hermione and Neville exchanged confused glances, their eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, her voice soft and gentle.
But Ron's expression revealed he understood. He knew the reason behind Harry's sudden hesitation.
"Let me continue," Ron said, his voice gentle and reassuring.
"The troll was about to kill Harry," Ron said, his eyes locked onto Harry's, filled with a mix of emotions.
"I saw his face, it was... acceptance," Ron's voice trembled, as if reliving the moment.
"He was ready to die, to sacrifice himself," Ron added, his eyes welling up with unshed tears.
Harry's blush deepened, his eyes dropping in embarrassment.
"But then I threw something at the troll, and Harry fell down," Ron continued, his voice steady.
"I was going to do something, but Harry pleaded with us," Ron said, his expression incredulous.
"'The troll is just a child, panicked and terrified of us,'" Ron quoted Harry's words, his voice laced with amusement.
Ron rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
"I couldn't believe he was defending the troll that was trying to kill us just a minute ago," Ron said, chuckling.
Harry flushed, his face burning with embarrassment.
"Anyway," Ron continued, "that's when I got the idea to use the Levitation Charm on the troll's club."
"With its own club, we knocked the troll out," Ron concluded, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.
The room erupted into applause, the tension dissipating.
"Brilliant!" McGonagall exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride.
"Well done, Ron!" Dumbledore praised, his voice warm.
Snape's expression softened, a hint of approval flickering across his face.
"Resourceful," he murmured, his voice low.
Hermione beamed with pride, her eyes shining.
"We make a good team," she said, smiling at Ron and Harry.
Neville nodded, his face set in a determined expression.
"Unbeatable," he added.
Harry's blush lingered, but a small smile played on his lips.
"Thanks, Ron," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ron grinned.
"Anytime, mate," he replied, clapping Harry on the back.
The story had come to an end, but the bond between the four friends remained unbreakable, forged in the heat of adventure and loyalty.
As they smiled at each other, the teachers watched, their faces reflecting a mix of admiration and relief.
"It seems you four have learned an invaluable lesson," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"Teamwork and loyalty can overcome even the most daunting challenges."
The room fell silent, the only sound the warm hum of friendship and camaraderie...
Professor McGonagall beamed with pride as she stood before the four friends, her eyes shining with admiration.
"Your bravery and quick thinking in the face of danger are truly commendable," McGonagall said, her voice filled with warmth and appreciation.
"It was not sheer dumb luck that saved you, but your skills, teamwork, and willingness to sacrifice for one another," she continued, her words emphasizing the exceptional nature of their actions.
"At such a young age, you have demonstrated remarkable courage and loyalty, qualities that will serve you well in the years to come," McGonagall said, her expression radiant.
McGonagall paused, surveying the four friends with a proud smile.
"I am honored to award you, altogether, 50 points for Gryffindor," she announced, her voice ringing out across the room.
The room erupted into applause, with Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville exchanging thrilled glances, their faces flushed with excitement.
"Congratulations, all of you!" Dumbledore exclaimed, joining in the applause, his eyes twinkling with delight.
Snape, though still subdued, nodded in approval, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Well done," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.
"Your actions exemplify the very spirit of Gryffindor," McGonagall said, her eyes shining with pride.
"It is not every day that first-year students can say they fought a troll and lived to tell the tale," she added, her voice filled with awe.
Ron grinned, his face alight with joy.
"We make a pretty good team," he said, nudging Harry with his elbow.
Harry smiled, his eyes sparkling.
"We definitely do," he replied, clapping Ron on the back.
Hermione's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"And we learned an invaluable lesson about teamwork and loyalty," she added, her voice filled with conviction.
Neville nodded, his face set in a determined expression.
"We're unbeatable together," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
McGonagall smiled, her eyes warm with approval.
"I have no doubt you four will achieve great things," she said, her voice filled with prophecy.
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling.
"The future of Hogwarts is in good hands," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.
As the applause faded, the four friends shared a moment of triumph, their bond strengthened by their shared ordeal, their hearts filled with pride and accomplishment.
Gryffindor's points tally on the scoreboard behind McGonagall incremented by 50, a testament to their bravery and teamwork, as the room buzzed with excitement and admiration for the four young heroes...
Hermione began searching for her wand, Ron assisting her, his eyes scanning the floor with a meticulous gaze. Neville, meanwhile, was on his hands and knees, scouring the area for his own wand, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Harry cautiously approached the troll, his movements deliberate and slow, his eyes fixed on the troll's massive form. He carefully removed his wand from the troll's nose, the wooden shaft slipping out smoothly, without a hint of resistance.
As he did, he sensed the troll's aura, seeing the panic and fear emanating from it like a palpable mist that surrounded its massive body.
Although Harry didn't know how to read auras, he instinctively understood the troll's emotional state, his intuition guiding him.
"Gently, gently," Harry whispered, his voice soothing, calming, as he stroked the troll's massive arm, his touch gentle.
The troll slowly came to, its eyes blinking open, unfocused, its gaze drifting around the hallway.
Ron, Hermione, Neville, McGonagall, and Snape readied their wands, alarm etched on their faces, their eyes fixed on the troll, their postures tense.
"Lower your wands," Harry said calmly, his eyes locked onto his friends and the professors, his voice firm but gentle, authoritative.
"We don't want to panic him again," Harry explained, his gaze never leaving the troll.
Professor Dumbledore observed with interest, his eyes twinkling, his wand remaining holstered, a hint of approval on his face.
The troll, still disoriented, spoke in its native language, its deep voice rumbling.
"Grunt, grunt, graaah?" it said, the sound echoing through the hallway, resonating off the stone walls.
No one understood, not even Dumbledore, as Mountain trolls didn't speak any known language, their dialect incomprehensible to human ears.
But to everyone's surprise, Harry responded.
"It's okay, Dunphy," Harry said soothingly.
"I won't hurt you," Harry reassured the troll, his voice filled with compassion.
The troll's eyes locked onto Harry's, and it nodded, its massive body relaxing, its tension easing.
"Are the other trolls alright?" Harry asked the professors, his concern evident.
"They're just knocked out," McGonagall replied, her expression relieved.
"Dunphy, here, got separated from his family," Harry explained.
"He's agreed to leave the castle with them, quietly," Harry added.
"And they don't know how they ended up here," Harry continued.
Next, Harry tore a piece from his robes and wrapped the troll's wounds, his movements gentle.
Dunphy watched him, its eyes filled with gratitude, its gaze locked onto Harry's.
The troll remained there, its massive frame towering over Harry, while the others watched in awe.
"How did you...?" Ron trailed off.
"Harry, how did you understand it?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged.
"I just did," Harry replied.
McGonagall's eyes narrowed.
"Remarkable, Harry," she said.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Indeed, Harry. Your capacity for empathy and understanding is remarkable," Dumbledore praised.
Snape's expression softened.
"Well done, Potter," Snape said.
As the troll stood calmly, its wounds tended to, the group realized that Harry had defused a potentially volatile situation.
The air was filled with tension, but Harry's calm demeanor had soothed the troll.
"Thank you, Harry," Dumbledore said.
"You've shown exceptional leadership and compassion," Dumbledore added.
The troll, Dunphy, nodded again, its eyes locked onto Harry's.
"Grunt, graaah," it rumbled softly.
Harry smiled.
"You're welcome, Dunphy," Harry replied.
The unlikely pair stood there, a testament to Harry's unique ability to connect with magical creatures, a bond formed in the midst of chaos.
The group, consisting of Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, Charity Burbage, the troll Dunphy, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville, made their way to the dungeons where the other trolls were being held, their footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls.
As they descended into the darkness, the air grew thick with tension, the shadows cast by the flickering torches dancing across their faces.
Upon arriving, Dumbledore carefully approached the four trolls, his eyes shining with a calming light, his presence radiating an aura of peacefulness.
"Expecto pacificus," Dumbledore whispered, his wand tracing intricate patterns in the air, the spell weaving a soothing melody.
The trolls, initially poised to attack, slowly relaxed, their aggression dissipating as the calming magic washed over them.
However, they still remained wary, their eyes fixed on the group, their massive bodies tense.
Harry stepped forward, Dunphy by his side, its massive frame towering over him.
"It's okay," Harry said reassuringly, his voice filled with conviction.
"We're not going to hurt you."
Dunphy nodded in agreement, its massive body language calming the other trolls.
"Grunt, graaah," Dunphy rumbled softly, its deep voice vibrating through the air.
The other trolls responded, their grunts and growls softening, their eyes locking onto Harry's.
"We want to help you leave the castle peacefully," Harry explained, his words gentle.
The trolls nodded, their understanding evident, their faces relaxing.
With Dunphy leading the way, the trolls calmly followed the group out of the dungeons and through the castle corridors, their massive strides eating up the distance.
As they approached the castle gates, McGonagall spoke, her voice firm.
"Let's ensure their safe passage."
Snape nodded, his expression stern.
"Agreed."
The group watched as the trolls, now peaceful, exited the castle gates, disappearing into the night, their massive forms silhouetted against the moonlit sky.
"Well done, Harry," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"Your diplomacy has avoided a potentially disastrous situation."
McGonagall smiled, her eyes warm.
"Gryffindor's points tally has increased significantly tonight."
Snape's expression softened, a hint of approval on his face.
"Indeed, Potter. Your...unconventional methods have proven effective."
Harry shrugged, his face flushing.
"I just did what needed doing."
Hermione grinned, her eyes shining.
"You're a natural diplomat, Harry."
Ron chuckled, his eyes sparkling.
"And troll whisperer."
Neville nodded, his face set.
"We make a pretty good team."
As the group returned to the castle, the night air was filled with a sense of accomplishment and newfound camaraderie, the tension dissipating.
"Let us hope this incident so not repeats," Dumbledore said, his eyes serious.
"However, I fear this may be only the beginning."
The group exchanged concerned glances, aware that the mysterious events unfolding at Hogwarts were far from over, the darkness lurking beyond the castle walls waiting to unfold its secrets.
New Chapter is Heartfelt Letters.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. Well , I thought that may be I have dragged the storyline a little bit , I mean showing everyone's reactions, but anyways I am still publishing it. I thought that this time they must ensure that troll leaves safely and also yes Harry made the troll reason, he was unsuccessful before due to circumstances. And in here , mountain trolls do not have any language but other types of trolls can speak a certain language called Troll. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!