Riddle's Silly Little Girl

III

My favorite day of the year, Halloween. Getting candy is one thing, but then getting to scare people is just amazing. Dressing up too. The muggle-world has this thing called cosplaying, I'm a cosplayer at heart I guess.

For some odd reason, the Bloody Baran told me about the ghosts' Halloween party and then continued to tell me that I wasn't invited. How rude.

So, as any good person would do, I decided to throw my own Halloween party. It would just be for first years, and I got Professor Snape's permission to have it in the Great Hall. I'm probably Professor Snape's 3rd favorite, as Riddle would be first, and then he takes a great likely to Draco Malfoy, and then me. So, of course, he let me, because I'm just all that. Sarcasm, if you couldn't tell.

"Y/N, what colors did you say?" Mattheo, who was helping me set up, asked.

"Orange, purple, and green, didn't you have Halloween at the orphanage?" I responded with another question.

"No, it was an orphanage, do you really think we celebrated any holidays," he stated more the asked.

"Well, that's just a bit depressing," I said, while Mattheo flicked his wand and the banners change to the colors I had previously said, "it's perfect."

"May I have this dance Y/N?"

Why in the world was Draco Malfoy asking me to dance? I wasn't even interested in him, nothing more than maybe a friend.

"Uh, no."

Well, what else was I supposed to say? We're eleven. I'm not into that stuff yet.

"Good, this muggle party is stupid, this is exactly how muggles would have a party, and everyone here is acting like a mudblood," what.

"You can't say that. If I was taught one thing about the wizarding world when I was young, it was that word; it is offensive and derogatory. A slur, you could say."

"Y/N, you're a Slytherin pureblood, you can't think like that. You're better than those filthy mudbloods, you don't even have any little mudblood friends, like Granger."

I couldn't take it anymore, I slapped him, as hard as I could. Like the little whiny baby he is, he fell to the floor, crying. Thankfully, Professor McGonnagal was the closest teacher so she handled the situation.

"What is going on here Miss Y/L/N?" she questioned me.

Before I got the chance to talk Daco spoke up, "They hit me, they killed me!"

"I'm sorry Mister Malfoy," McGonnagal started, "but I asked Miss Y/L/N."

"He was saying some pretty foul things about muggle-borns, and I wasn't putting up with it, so I slapped him," I said truthfully.

"Well, 10 points deducted from Slytherin, for hateful words. While 5 points are rewarded to Slytherin, for good actions."

"Than-" I start.

"This is ridiculous," Draco begins, "my father will hear about this!"

Finally, it was the feast, my second Hogwarts feast, with many more to come. I loved the feasts, they were always so cheerful-

"Troll in the dungeon! Troll in the dungeon!" cried Professor Quirrell as everyone stood up in distraught.

The prefects lead the students of each class into their dormitories, but Mattheo and I had other ideas. As we looked at each other, with that mischievous smirk, we knew exactly what we were about to do.

First, we checked the dungeons, as that's where Quirrell said it was. As we soon found out, it was not.

As we were moving around the castle, we saw the one and only Harry Potter, who I always thought was a myth growing up, and the red-head boy. Discreetly we followed them.

Mattheo and I walked in to see Hermione under the sink. Harry is on top of the troll and the ginger is standing there. Quickly I pushed him out of the way and came up with a plan.

"Locomotor," I restated the spell, and moved a toilet into the air, "Potter move," I spoke again before Harry jumped off the troll and I was able to crash the toilet on the troll's head, knocking him out.