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Danger, danger, get on the floor



Halloween Night (about a month later)

Nothing has changed in the past month. No more attacks but classes are the same, Pansy and Draco aren’t improving; the only thing I look forward to is Draco teaching me to fly. I want to learn so badly so he decided sneaking out of the castle once a week to teach me wasn’t too big a risk. We start next week.

Now I sit shoveling various deserts into my mouth just like everyone else around me. The best sweets are served on Halloween. As Draco tries to steal yet another candy corn off my plate I jokingly slap his hand away only seconds before we both burst out laughing.

“Don’t steal my candy. Get your own,” I laugh.

“It’s easier to take them from you.”

“Well, those are mine. Meaning I’m going to eat them…eventually.”

This sends us into another fit of laugher because we both know there is no way I’m going to be able to even eat half of what I piled onto my plate. This care free attitude lasts until the doors of the Great Hall are pushed open, entering a frightened looking Professor Quirrel.

“Troll in the dungeon! Troll in the Dungeon! Thought you ought to know,” with that he passes out.

There is a seconds of silence before the entire student body begins to scream together. The Great Hall is in mass chaos. Instead of screaming like the others I begin to laugh at the absurd faces people make in their panicked states. It’s hilarious.

“Silence!” Dumbledore’s voice cuts through the noise. “Everyone will please not panic! Now, prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the Dungeons.”

I turn to Draco a mischievous grin spreading across my face, “Wanna see it?”

“Um…” Draco starts, “Why not, but if we get hurt I’m blaming it on you.”

“Deal,” I reply before we both break away from the crowd of people who are heading for the safety of the dormitories. I feel giddy inside, the way I always feel before an adventure or entering into danger.

Draco and I hurry down the hall, stopping only once we see the troll crossing into the girl’s bathroom, “I think the troll has left the dungeon,” I whisper.

“Yeah, I think so,” replies Draco, he sounds nervous.

“Come on, I want a closer look,” I say walking towards the girls bathroom where the troll has entered.

“Um…I think I’m going to go back to the common room.”

“Are you scared Malfoy?”

“No, I just don’t think this is a good idea. Be careful, Elizabeth…please,” with that Draco heads back towards the large group that is still slipping out of the Great Hall. What a chicken.

I continue onto the bathroom, hearing a scream from inside. Who else is in there? Are there really other crazies that would go looking for a troll? I guess it’s possible. Running in I see Hermione hiding in a stall, Ron and Harry looking up at the troll. It just had to be these three didn’t it. I am about to leave when I see the beast standing a few inches in front of me.

“It’s bigger than I thought it’d be,” I mumble, announcing my presence.

“What are you doing here?” demands Weasley.

“Helping,” I reply picking up a piece of wood and lobbing it at the trolls head.

“Hermione, move!” Harry yells as the troll is about to smash in more stalls.

What have I gotten myself into? Draco’s worried face flashes before my eyes, “I promise,” I whisper.

As Ron, Harry and I continue to throw pieces of wood at the troll’s head Hermione scrambles under a sink, “Help! Help!” she cries.

“Hey pea brain!” Ron calls as he tosses a large piece of wood at the troll’s head; hitting it in the shoulder instead.

Outraged the troll turns, bringing down his club on the skins, smashing them in, causing water to start to spray all over the nearby wall and floor. I’ve never been so frightened in my entire life. If I make it out alive I highly doubt I’ll ever let my curiosity take over again. Alright, maybe not ever again but I highly doubt I’ll go seeking danger again any time in the near future.

“Help!” Hermione yells.

Harry pulls out his wand pointing it at the troll. Just then the troll tries to hit him with its club. He jumps on, being lifted into the air. Where are the teachers, any longer and they‘ll find us all dead. I only turned away for a second but when I look back I see Harry, hanging upside down in the troll’s hand. What is going to happen if the troll decides to drop him or hit him…or…or…a thousand terrible thoughts begin to fly through my head. I don’t even like Potter but I feel the need to help him get down safe.

“Do something,” says Harry, looking over and Ron and I.

Pulling out my wand I think about the few charms we’ve learned in Professor Flitwick’s class. None of them seem to offer any help on getting Harry down, “Ronald, wand,” I say to the dumbfound Weasley.

“What do I do?” Ron questions Harry.

“Anything!” hollers Harry back as the troll brings his club up over his head, preparing to hit Harry with it. “Hurry up!”

My heart speeds up and fear takes over to a point that I am unable to move. The life of Harry Potter lies on Ron Weasley’s shoulder. He looks like he might be sick.

“Swish and flick,” Hermione instructs still hiding under the sink.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” Ron says, causing the troll’s club to suspend in mid – air for a second before coming down on his head.

Dropping Potter, the troll begins to sway back and forth before hitting the ground with a loud thud. We haven’t killed it but perhaps put it out long enough that the teacher will get here before it wakes again. This is crazy. I’ve put myself in danger and then froze. I trusted the dim wit with my life, though I’ve got to admit if it wasn’t for Ron Harry would have gotten clubbed and the rest of us dead probably.

“Fair job, Weasley,” I offer as Hermione walks over towards us.

The bathroom is in disarray. Stalls smashed in, sinks broken with water spraying everywhere. I’d be surprised if we all aren’t facing expulsion.

“Is it…dead?” questions Hermione, tapping the troll’s shoulder with her foot.

“I don’t think so,” answer’s Harry, removing his wand from the monster’s nose.

I shake my head, “It’s just knocked out.”

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrel appear in the doorway, all wearing the same horrified look on their faces. We’re in really big trouble.

“Oh, my goodness,” says McGonagall, “Explain yourselves, all of you!”

Harry, Ron and I begin to talk at the same times our words running together, “Well…what it is…was –”

Hermione cuts us off, “It’s my fault, Professor McGonagall.”

“Miss Ganger?” McGonagall questions in shock.

Why is she taking the blame for this? None of it was really her fault. All of us are still alive; we can all take responsibility for this.

“I went looking for the troll. I read about them and thought I could handle it but I was wrong. If Harry, Ron and Elizabeth hadn’t come and found me, I’d probably be dead,” Hermione explains.

“Be that as it may it was extremely foolish thing to do,” replies McGonagall who seems to be the only teacher able to produce words. “I expected more rational behavior and am very disappointed in you. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor…for your serious lack of judgment. As for you three, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first – year students could take on a full grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points will be awarded to each of you, Potter and Weasley, for sheer dumb luck,” says Professor McGonagall.

Instead of saying anything Severus just looks at me. I can’t tell if he is upset or pleased or something else. I don’t really care. Looking towards the floor I notice a large gash on Snape’s leg, it is dripping blood.

“You should probably get your leg looked at before it gets worse, Professor,” I say then skip out of the bathroom on my way to the dormitory. I can’t wait to tell Draco what he missed.