The Almost Chosen Ones

Double, Double, Troll And Trouble

Days past, then weeks. Soon enough it was All Hallow’s Eve, which was definitely one of my favorite holidays, only tied with birthdays and Christmas, of course. Gran would take Nev and I to muggle London every year because I loved how strange they all were. It’s so funny how muggles represent witches. Rude, but funny. Why would we all be green with worts on our noses? At least they got the broomsticks right. Never mind the fact that they hand out free sweets.

I smiled as I stretched out like a cat on my bed. I felt Ty brushing against my foot at the bottom of the bed. Once I relaxed my muscles, I rubbed behind her ear with my foot. Ha, that tickles, I thought as she licked in between my toes. After a minute or two I got up and started to get ready. Lavender and Parvati were still sleeping and Hermione was no where to be found. Probably at the library, again. It seemed like she was always at the library.

I took a shower and got dressed into my uniform before going to the Great Hall with Nev. Mhmm. I could smell pumpkin wafting through the corridors. I subconsciously started walking faster, so did Nev as we grinned at each other. Once we were at the Gryffindor table I helped myself to a bit of pumpkin juice to go with my coffee and I stashed a piece of pumpkin loaf into my robes for later. Then we rushed off to Charms.

Professor Flitwick was finally teaching us to levitate objects into the air, which we were all really excited to do ever since he made Trevor whiz around the room last week. He put us all into pairs. I was with Nev, while Hermione got paired with Ron and Harry with Seamus. I didn’t know which group to be worried about more. While Nev was a decent contestant, I knew I could handle anything he messed up. Like always, whenever Ron and Hermione spent too much time together sparks flew and I wondered if their fight would catch fire before Seamus could literally somehow cast something on fire. He had a tendency to do that every once in a while.

Professor Flitwick was perched on top on his large pile of books like always. “One of a wizard’s most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly. Do you all have your feathers?” Hermione raised her high in her hand. “Good. Now don’t forget the nice wrist movement that we’ve been practicing. Swish and flick. Saying the magic words properly is very important too-never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said ‘s’ instead of ‘f’ and found himself on the floor with a buffalo to his chest. Swish and flick and enunciate, Wingardium Leviosa! Off you go then!” he squeaked.

Everyone started their first attempts at levitating the feathers creating echoes through out the classroom. Seamus started chanting and Ron droned the words as he tried to stab the feather with his wand. He’s probably going to poke his own eye out. “Stop! Stop! Stop! You’re going to take someone’s eye out!” Hermione scolded, practically taking the words out of my brain. “Besides you’re saying it wrong. It’s levi-O-sa, not levio-sA.” Ron sneered, or at least he tried to. It sort of looked like a weird pout. “You do it then, if you’re so clever. Go on, go on!” he taunted. I rolled my eyes, you’d think he’d know better by now. Hermione straightened herself in her chair and stared at the feather before giving it a swish and flick, “Wingardium Leviosa!” Slowly, but surely, Hermione kept flicking her wand upwards as the feather responded by rising higher and higher. Ron glared.

“Well done! See here everyone, Miss Grangers done it!” Professor Flitwick chirped happily from his perch. I heard Seamus keep chanting in the background before-BOOM! I just don’t understand how that boy can blow everything up. “I think we’re going to need another feather over here, Professor.” Harry said breathlessly. Gee, you think?

By the end of the lesson I got my feather to float about eight inches or so off the desk, still not as high as Hermione’s though, and Nev got his to hover briefly. After class I waited by the door for Nev, who dropped his bag, and left for Transfiguration with Hermione, who had stopped to ask Professor Flitwick something.

The rest of the Gryffindor boys were huddled together a bit in front of us. “It’s levi-Osa, not levio-sA!” Ron mocked, “She’s a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn’t got any friends!” I heard Hermione gasp slightly next to me before she picked up her pace, knocking into Ron on her way past. “I think she heard you.” Harry mumbled. Oh, really? No one would ever have guessed.

I scoffed and shook my head before I marched my way in front of them. “Ron, sometimes you are a completly tactless moron! You don’t have to be mean just because she’s smarter than you. Oh, and she does so have friends! She has us.” I felt Nev nod behind me before we dashed after her.

“Hermione!” We finally caught up to her before she reached the bathrooms. “Just leave me alone!” she sobbed. “Hermione,” I laid a hand softly on her arm. She tried to hide her face into her hair. “Look, I don’t really want to talk to anyone right now. I need to go to the restroom. Do you think that you could take notes for me, I might be a bit late to class.” I tried to catch her eye to see if she was sure but she avoided contact. I sighed, “Okay, hang in there.” I gave her arm a slight squeeze before I tugged Nev in the direction of Transfiguration corridor.

She never made it to Transfiguration. She missed Herbology as well. Next thing I knew it was time for dinner, which once I sat down I noticed Hermione was also missing. “Where’s Hermione?” Harry asked as he got more pumpkin juice. “In the girls bathroom. She’s been crying in there all afternoon.” Parvati said sadly. That’s it. I got out of my seat and ignored the stares I got at the sudden movement. “I’m going to go check on her.” I grabbed two chocolate chip cookies and threw a glare at Ron on my way out of the Great Hall.

I found her in the same bathroom. I heard three short sniffles as she tried to conceal that someone was crying. Last stall on the end. “Hermione, I know you’re in here. Please, open up. You know Ron’s an idiot. He’s an idiot who’s wrong as always. You do have friends. You have me.” She sniffed again. “I have cookies.” I could almost hear her pause. “What kind?” I grinned and unwrapped them from the napkin. “Chocolate chip.” I replied. There was a moment of silence before she slowly slid the lock and opened the door. I smiled encouragingly at her as I offered her a cookie. I broke off a piece and ate part of my cookie too. Mhmm, chewy chocolatey goodness! Hermione’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped while she was still eating her cookie. Ew, Hermione. No need to channel Ron here, that was gross enough the first time today. Her eyes kept darting from mine to something behind me as she slowly took a few steps back. I took a deep breath before I turned around. Oh. My. Merlin.

In front of us was a monstrous twelve-foot troll carrying a large wooden club. The boys bathroom is down the hall. I don’t know how I didn’t notice earlier but the troll carried a horrible stench with him as well. For a second we all just stared dumbly at each other before Hermione and I darted into the bathroom stall and locked ourselves inside and ducked. Load of good that’s gonna do us. Actually, scratch out that last thought. It’s a very good thing we ducked because the troll swung his club like a beater’s bat through half of the stalls, where our heads had currently been about five seconds ago.

“Hermione! Callie! Move!” I pushed a piece of debris off of my head and looked up at Harry and Ron from underneath part of the door that was still standing. Hermione and I shimmied our way under the next few stalls. We covered our heads as the troll struck again with his club.

“Oi, Peabrain!” Ron yelled as he and Harry started to throw pieces of wood at him in order to distract him as we ran to the sinks. Unfortunately it didn’t work because the sinks were his next target. I tried to block Hermione from the rain of debris. As he pulled back to strike once again, Harry pulled out his wand and charged onto the end of the club. Harry was pulled onto the shoulders of the troll with the force of his swing as he aimed at the sinks once again.

The stupid troll kept turning from side to side trying to figure out where he was. He couldn’t decide so he started to lurch in all different directions to shake him off. While Harry was trying to keep his hold to the back of his jerking head, he somehow got his wand stuck up the troll’s nose. Ew, that’s disgusting. It stunned the troll for a second as he tried to blow it out. Frustrated at his lack of success he grabbed Harry’s right leg that was on his shoulder and pulled him off. He held out Harry upside-down in the air. “Do something!” Harry yelled.

“What?” Ron asked as he looked around for anything that could help. The troll swung and missed. “Anything!” He swung and missed again. Ron started to dig around for his wand. Here goes nothing. I hope that the stupid troll can’t multitask. I took Harry’s lead and jumped onto his abnormally large hand that was holding the club, hoping that the force of my weight might drag it down a bit. “Swish and flick.” I heard Hermione yell at Ron. The troll tried to swing again, as I held on as tight as I could, but missed again. “Wingardium Leviosa!” The troll swung once more, but this time I couldn’t keep my grip and the force flung me into the wall. Luckily for Harry, the troll swung empty handed, his club floating in the air above his head. The troll looked stupidly at his hand and slowly looked up before the club gave way and crashed onto his head with a loud THUMP!

The troll went crosseyed for a moment. I could almost see the snitches flying around his head. He started swaying one way and then another. Harry quickly scooted out of the way before the troll finally collapsed. We all slowly got to our feet, except for Ron who was just staring with a stupid grin on face, astounded by what just happened, “Cool!” he whispered loudly. One foot then another, we all slowly walked towards the large fallen form of the troll. “Is it...dead?” Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head, “I don’t think so, just knocked out.” He bent down and grabbed the end of his wand that was still stuck up the troll’s nose and pulled. A slimy trail of goo stretched between them. Gross. “Ugh, troll boogies!” he groaned as he wiped his wand off on his robes.

A moment later I heard footsteps outside before Professor McGonagall, Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape burst into the scene. “Explain yourselves. All of you.” Professor McGonagall demanded. We all sort of looked at each other before we started mumbling at different times, “Well,...What had happened was...” Just how do you explain something like this? How does a troll get loose in a castle anyway?

“It’s my fault Professor McGonagall.” Hermione confessed. “Miss Granger?” Professor McGonagall asked confused, Professor Snape squinted and tilted his head, while Professor Quirrell’s gaze never left the troll. The rest of us turned to looked at her, why was she lying? “I went looking for the troll, I had read about them and thought that I could handle it,” Hermione looked down at her shoes, “but I was wrong.” Her eyes darted back to the Professors. “If they hadn’t come and found me, I’d probably be dead.”

“Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would have expected more rational behavior on you part and I’m very disappointed in you Miss Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment.” Professor Quirrell was still hiding off in the corner of the bathroom. For a second I thought I saw him glaring hatefully at the defeated troll before his gaze flickered back to its naturally scared state. “As for you three, I hope you realize just how fortunate you are. Not many first year students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale! Five points...” she paused, “will be awarded to each of you. For sheer dumb luck.” She said before she turned to leave. My eyebrows raised in disbelief and a quick look to the others showed that I wasn’t the only one. Professor Snape gave us all one final look of suspicion before he followed Professor McGonagall. “P-Perhaps you o-ought to go...he might w-wake up.” Professor Quirrell stuttered. The troll gave a sudden growl and he let out a squeal as we left the bathroom.

For a moment no one said anything as we made our way to the common room. “Good for you to get us out of trouble like that.” Harry said to Hermione. “Mind you, we did save her life.” Ron grumbled, I scoffed and glared at him. “Mind you, she might not have needed saving if you hadn’t insulted her.” Harry retorted. Ron looked at Hermione and gave a small half-smile, “What are friends for?” Hermione turned straight ahead and smiled. Apology accepted.

Once we got to the common room I went to the bathroom to shower off the dirt and debris. I ran my hand through my hair checked out my body nonchalantly for the damage. My fingertips were stained with blood. I pointed my wand at the back of my head, “Tergeo.” Thank Merlin for that book of healing spells that Gran sent. I took out the my box of first aid that I stashed under the stink. I grabbed the tweezers and started to take out shards of sink that were in my skin. “Episkey.” After I healed myself I took a shower to wash off the dried blood, dust, dirt and debris.

There, much better, I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror. I just hope no one noticed and that my secret would stay secret.

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