Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 5

Chapter Five:

Hermione’s Point of View

          It was Halloween, and I knew today Professor Quirell would let the troll in. I planned to catch him, so the troll wouldn’t come in. After classes, I went to the forbidden forest and looked around before running into the forest, wand at hand.

          “Yes my lord,” I heard the usual stuttery voice of Professor Quirell, but he wasn’t stuttering, “The troll is here, for a distraction so we can blame Snape when we are done,”

          “I KNOW QUIRELL I HEAR EVERYTHING YOU HEAR,” Hissed a voice from behind his turban, and I knew for a fact that was Voldemort. I stepped out from behind the shadows and walked up to Professor Quirell.

          “What are you doing, Professor?” I asked curiously as Professor Quirell turned around with an evil look on his face.

          “What are you doing out here, girl?” The man hissed, and I just stared at him; not the reaction he was looking for.

          “I saw you walk out and you looked suspicious SO I decided to follow you,” I spoke back, “Besides, I knew Snape was innocent. Tell Voldemort he sounds really old and he should’ve welcomed death a long time ago,”

          “How long have you known?”

          “Ever since the beginning of the year when I could see the outline of a nose and when I keep seeing you whisper hurriedly to yourself,” I spoke casually, and he clenched his fists.

          “Show me the girl,” The raspy voice yearned, “I want to kill her; she could destroy us,”

          “Yes master,” Quirell growled, and unwrapped his turban and spun around and I was greeted with the haunting face Harry was used to seeing.

          “A first year; a first year figured this out?” Voldemort cackled, “This will be easy, Avada-“

          “EXPELLIARMUS,” I screamed, and he was blown back, “Stupefy,” Quirell was blown unconscious and I straightened out, the maze at the end of the year has to happen otherwise Voldemort could rise and win. At least I could stop them from hurting me.

          I snapped the wand Quirell was using – Or really Voldemort’s wand. I marched out of the forest and to the Halloween feast, knowing that I could enjoy it since nothing bad would really happen.

          I sat down next to Harry, and he looked at me confused, “Hermione, why were you late?”

          “I was busy finishing homework,” I lied casually, “Don’t worry, all mine is done,”

          “Do you mind helping me with my potions essay?”

          “Yes, Harry, I do mind,” I went back to eating. He knew I wouldn’t help him.

          “Hermione, I wanted to let you know that I pranked Malfoy for you,” I looked at Fred like he was an idiot.

          “I helped too, Fred, don’t forget me,”

          “I didn’t George, I just wanted to tell Hermione,”

          “Malfoy is a brat, but you still shouldn’t prank people,” Fred sighed and patted my shoulder.

          “Just because you don’t want us to doesn’t mean we aren’t going to do it anyways,” George wisely stated and I rolled my eyes. Whatever, boys were idiots.    

          “Well, thank you then. Make sure next time you prank Pansy Parkinson, she insulted my hair,” Fred and George straightened up and saluted me.

          “Whatever the kind lady wishes,” They cried out and marched to the other end of the table, probably to continue planning for their next prank. I turned back to Harry and Ron who were staring at me like I was crazy.

          “What?” I asked, and they just continued eating, sharing glances every now and then. When I was done, I waited for Harry and Ron and we continued to go to the common room together.

          “So Ron, are you up for another game of Wizard’s Chess? I need to beat you one of these days,” I laughed under my breath, even when Harry was 21 he still couldn’t beat Ron.

          “You wish! I am the CHAMPION of Wizard’s Chess,” They played a few games, and obviously Ron won all three times, “I told you so mate,”

          “I bet I could beat you Ron,” I spoke, and he snorted.

          “You WISH you could beat me, but you cannot so there really is not any reason for you to try,” I clenched my teeth, I could beat this idiot. He killed people; I can kill his chess pieces. This must be why he kills people; this game is too violent.

          “I’d like to try at least,”

          “6 Galleons I’ll beat you,” He challenged.

          “Don’t make bets you can’t win, I’m in,”

          Let’s just say I was 6 Galleons richer that night.