Chapter Eight - Halloween

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Skipping to Halloween since that's how it went in The Philosopher's Stone (Sorcerer's Stone). And cause I don't feel like writing an entire month with my exams on their way.

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Our superb trio was in Charms class, where Harry and Hermione couldn't sit together because Harry needed to help Neville, and there were only three seats left when they arrived a. Hermione had to sit with WinnoPiggy Ronnikins who was... Let's say making our favourite bookworm start losing brain cells.

"Today we will be starting on flying charms, class," Stated Professor Flitwick, standing on his usual stack of books. "Now remember to swish and flick, just like we've been practising. The first person to successfully cast the spell will gain their house 10 points. The pronunciation is 'Wingardium Leviosa'. Get to work," He said, hopping off his little stack of books and beginning to go around the class.

"Wingardium Leviosar," They heard Pig perform the incantation as it annoyed Hermione to no end seeing someone make such a careless mistake. "Wingardium Leviosea," They heard him say, swinging his wand like a madman. "Stop, stop. It's Wingardium Leviosa, not Leviosar. Make the 'gar' nice and long, and don't swing it like that, you're going to poke someone's eye out."

"Who cares about what you say, Granger?" He said as he continued doing what he was doing before that stupid bookworm interrupted him.

Right after Pig's little episode with his best friend, Harry casually made everyone's feathers except Hermione and Neville's with just a flick of his wand, wordlessly, too.

"Ah! Look now! Mr Potter has levitated everyone's feathers using non-verbal magic as well. 25 points to Gryffindor," Marvalled the little Charms Professor. And Hermione and Neville followed suit but with only their feathers.

They were walking along when they overheard Pig talking with Seamus, "She can't just stay quiet, that stupid Granver. She's got no friends anyway, which is why she always tries to waltz with Potter and his sidekick Longbottom: " Once he finished, they heard Hermione give a small cry as she ran past Pig, knocking him over as she did so." What was that for, Weasley?" Harry told the redhead as he looked a bit scared at Harry, who had his wand out ready to jinx the little pig."Take what you said back right this second pig, or I'll jinx your dirty tongue off," Harry said with a much louder voice than he would have usually spoken in, making WinnoPig run away as fast as his fat ass could carry hum.

Both Neville and Harry searched for Hermione, but didn't find her, nor did she attend any of their classes or go to lunch, which made them start to worry. This wasn't the Hermione they knew, because they knew for a fact that Hermione wouldn't miss any lesson unless it was very important. They'd tell her that Pig is just a sore loser when they saw her and that they were her friends, well, more like siblings. She was like a sister to both Neville and Harry. Though is she to Harry, or is he feeling something else?

10 minutes before the Halloween Feast, Harry and Neville went down to the Great Hall and took their usual seats, saving one for Hermione in case their best friend came. Instead of Hermione, they got a Quirrel who looked like he met the vampire people said he met in Albania and feared would find him and kill him. 

He ran up straight to the High Table and stopped there, immediately shouting, "Troll in the dungeons, thought you all should know," Then he fake-fainted (To everyone else, it was as though he fainted). The four house tables went berserk, with everyone shouting until Mistah Munipilator Machine 1000 Dumbledore got up, stating loudly, "SILENCE. Prefects, escort your house members back to your respective common rooms. Myself and the Professors will head into the dungeons to find and subdue the Troll," After that, everyone became silent and followed their Prefects, the duo of Harry and Neville following Percy.

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