meant to be (1)

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There stood a troll. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite grey, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald hesd preached on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as three trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.

Suddenly Harry and Ron came crashing through the door while the troll was already knocking the sinks of the wall.

"Confuse it!" Harry screamed desperately to Ron as he threw a tap against the wall. The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione and I. It lumbed around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Then the troll lifted its club as it went.

"Oi, pea-brain!" yelled Ron as he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout towards Ron instead, giving Harry time to run to us.

"Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at us. He didn't have to tell me twice and I ran pulling Hermione with me to the door.

The shouting and echos seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started towards Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape.

Harry then did something very stupid: he took a great running, jumped and managed to fasten his arm around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you a stuck long bit of wood up its nose and Harrys wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the nostrils.

Howling with pain, the troll twisted and failed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life. Ron now pulled out his own wand and cried: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over and dropped, with a sickening crack, on to its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.

Harry got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath. Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done.

"Is it - dead?" I asked after a long silence.

"I don't think so" said Harry. "I think it's just been knocked out."

He bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy grey glue. In other words: "Urgh - troll bogies." He wiped it on the troll's trousers.

A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made us looked. We hadn't realized how loud we were. Someone downstairs must've heard the crashes and the troll's roars.

A moment later Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrel bringing up the rear, who took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper and quickly sat down on a toilet, clutching his heart.

I have never seen Professor McGonagall so angry and all my hopes of winning fifty points for Gryffindor faded quickly.

"What on earth were you thinking?" said Professor McGonagall, with a cold fury in her voice. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"

"Please, Professor McGonagall, they were looking for Julie and me." said Hermione out of the shadows and I quickly realized what she was doing.

"Miss Granger! Miss Clarke!"

"We went looking for the troll" I continued. "because we thought we could deal with on our own. You know, because we've read all about them."

Ron dropped his wand.

"If they hadn't found us, we'd be dead now" Hermione said. "Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish us off when they arrived."

I noticed Harry and Ron trying to look as though this story wasn't new to them.

"Well- in that case.." said Professor McGonagall staring at the four of us. "You foolish girls! How could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own? Five Points will be taken from Gryffindor for this. I'm very dissapointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor Tower. Students are finishing feasts in their house."

Hermione and I left, but decided to wait for the boys in front of the potrait of the Fat Lady.

Harry and Ron had reached the potrait of the Fat Lady, and after an akward silence Harry and Ron spoke up.

"Thanks" they said. From that moment on we became a friend group. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve foot  mountain troll was one of them.