Hermione Granger and the Sorcerers Stone.

The troll in the girls bathroom

Halloween was the next day. Not that I enjoyed it much. I spent most of the day in the bathroom, trying not to cry my eyes out. I had A's in all the classes I missed, so a few absences wouldn't matter.
I'm not myself. One day ago a single tardy would have set my blood pressure high. Now I'm in the bathroom, while herbology class is going.
As of right now, my worst fear is having to sit in the grand hall, and listen to Ron chant: "Wimgardium Leviosa, Wimgardium Leviosa!" In a high pitched girly tone. Then snicker as if I hadn't heard. My voice doesn't sound that bossy. Does it? Is Ron right?
No. My parents always said to ignore the bullies. My Dad said to talk to a teacher. My Mum said it's okay to cry, but in private. I couldn't tell a teacher about Ron. That would make me not just bossy but a tattle-tell. Mum's advice was the best right now.

It was dinner time and I was starving. No one had come to visit me except Parvati Patil. And I wish she hadn't; She's a gossiper. She left and now I bet everyone knows I'm not just bossy but a cry baby. I can just imagine Ron walking down the hall saying: Hermione's a big cry baby, no wonder she has no friends.
I needed to snap out of it. I needed to yell at myself. Stop it, Hermione. You've already got three absences. If Ron's gonna hurt your feelings he can't hurt your grades. Go out there and if it gets worse, punch him in the face, tell a teacher, just stop cowering in a corner, get out there and be Hermione!!!
Okay. I was ready. I slowly unlatched the bathroom stall and made my way out. I looked in the mirror, whipped my face one more time. Act like nothing happened, I repeated in my head. I looked at my shoes. And saw a shadow.
Not Parvati again. But this shadow was much bigger, much bolder, much...uglier?
I looked up, ready for the go away Parvati! or What do you want Lavender? But neither of those phrases were necessary. I didn't even need to speak to see what they were doing. Or really, it! That is, If you call it a troll!
It's big eyes staring down at me. It's slimy, bumpy, green body hovering over me. It had such a small head. It was disgusting!
And it was evil.
I screamed and ran for it. Back into the stall. Latched the door. And back cowering in the corner. I'm safe. Nope.
The troll had a club. And with it, he struck the wooden stalls that came crashing in on me. I toppled to the ground, crawling away from the trolls club and deeper into the rubble. A sharp piece of wood splinters me in the palm but I couldn't feel pain on the verge of life and death. It was over for me. Or it would have been in Harry and Ron hadn't saved me.

With my cower corner gone, I had no protection. I was about to give up. About to jump out and say, I give up! Come and take me troll! I'm defenseless! But two boys that looked vaguely familiar came to my rescue.
When I realized it was the boys who bullied me, I was shocked. But Harry caught me gaping and told me to run, while he threw wood chips at the troll. I headed for the sinks.
   I was small enough to fit under one. And the club was too big to get me. So I was safe, for now. But the troll sure tried. He banged his club at me and fortunately missed, hitting the pipe which spewed out tap water. My robes and feet were wet, and the tips of my hair. I grasped onto the side pipe, trying not to slip into view point of the troll.
   He, however, realizing the wood chips, lost his focus to me and turned to my "rescuers".  Surprisingly, he picked up Harry by the ankles. I screamed as his floppy hair sprung back as the troll held him upside down. Harry, doing his best he could, clutched to the trolls hairy chest and stuck his wand at his eye. But, he missed. Instead, he got a little lower and made it straight up his nostrils.
   Only making him angrier, he got his club ready in hand.
   "DO SOMETHING!" He yelled to Ron.
   "What?"
   "ANYTHING!"
   Ron took out his wand. This is where I came in.
   "Remember, swish and flick."
   "Wimgardium LeviOsa."
    And Oh My Gosh! He said it...right! The trolls club began to lift from its hand and up, up, up, until it hit the ceiling.
It reluctantly dropped Harry as the club dropped on its head. Harry dogged out of the way as the troll came crashing down on him. Still clutching the pipe, I heard a giant thud, two sighs of relief, and then I realized I must be safe.
"Is it...dead?" I asked.
"I don't think so." Said Harry "just knocked out." He pulled the wand out of his nostril. It was a terrible sight. A unconscious troll in a destroyed bathroom with three messy victims.
We were a mess. Saw dust covered the boys pants and robes as well as mine. But only I was also covered in sewage water and stuck with splinters.
   Just then the teachers arrived. Professor Mcgonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Quirrel, our DADA teacher.
   "What is the meaning of this?!" Mcgonagall scowled. "You two!" She pointed at Ron and Harry. "I have specifically told you two to go to your dormitory's and what do I see? You come chasing after the loose troll! What do you have to say for yourselves?"
    The boys looked to the floor. What could they say. They were going to get expelled for saving my life. Hogwarts Express was leaving the station and they weren't about to lie across the train tracks to stop it. But I was.
   "Please Professor!" I interrupted.
   "Miss Granger" she just noticed me.
   "It was my fault." And thus starts my first lie. "I went looking for the troll. I read something about it. I thought I could stop it with one of my spells. But I guess I was..." I struggled for the words. "...wrong."
    How could I say such a thing! I, Hermione Granger am never wrong! I had to finish the tale. "If Harry and Ron hadn't saved me. I'd probably be...dead."
   I cringed. Waiting for the staff to throw me on a train, and take me back to the muggle world, where I belong. That was all I ever was, a hopeless muggle.
   "Miss Granger!" She repeated. "I am highly disappointed in you. I am very surprised by your behavior. Five points from Gryffindor."
   Wait, What! I'm not expelled. It was a miracle. I mean, I battled a troll! And only five points. Five! I nodded politely and left the bathroom. Past Snape, who glared in disapproval.
    When I got back to the dormitory I took a nice long shower, brushed out my hair, and cleaned of my robes. I had lost Gryffindor points. It's better than being expelled, but I didn't want to face them. I hadn't even done anything wrong!
   Oh well. I saved the boys' skin, and they saved mine, so were even. And I guess you could now call us official friends.