The Unknown Potter (A Harry Potter Story)

Trolls, Three-Headed Dogs, And Halloween, Oh My

Alexa's POV

    I opened my eyes and saw I was in the Hospital Wing. I looked around and saw it was night. I stood and walked out of the door, heading to Gryffindor Tower. I heard footsteps and ducked into the first room I saw. I didn't notice Quirrell until he grabbed me. I whipped around, ready to scream but a hand clamped over my mouth.
    "Shut it!" Quirrell hissed.
    I was surprised that he wasn't stuttering and he noticed it. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at me. I was preparing to die until I herd a voice I knew only from the flashback.
    "Don't harm her. She is valuable," Voldemort's voice hissed from somewhere.
    I jumped and looked around in fear. Quirrell lowered his wand and frowned. Perhaps he heard the slight quiver in his master's voice. Maybe he could tell that Voldemort had feelings for me.
    "Master, she knows about us," Quirrell argued.
    "I know. She can be useful. Let me speak to her," Voldemort said.
    Quirrell reluctantly removed his turban, turning around as he did. As the last piece of fabric fell away, I gasped. Protruding from the back of Quirrell's head was the face of Voldemort. He smiled at me, a genuine smile. I was taken aback by this, but I thought back to the flashback so I guess I shouldn't've been surprised. I was looking at the man who murdered my parents, the one who had killed multiple people to get to where he was at this moment. As if sensing my thoughts, Voldemort's smile dropped.
    "I regret what I did all those years ago, killing your parents and everyone else I hurt to get to this point. If I could go back and change it, I would. I am truly sorry for what I have done. Can you forgive me? I know you will not be willing to at this point but maybe someday?" he asked.
    I hesitated and then came to a decision. I took a deep breath and said, "I forgive you but I do not support your actions. You can still change. I know it. If you get a body back, please change for the better. It would be a very big accomplishment but I know it's possible. You're stronger than you think. I can help you change. I will not join the dark but I can guide you to the light."
    Voldemort sighed and looked at me sadly. "I'm afraid it's too late for me, dear girl. I would like to change to gain your trust for I have not had someone who trusts me for a long time. Sure, I have followers but they only want my power. I can't change. It's too late, Alexa," he said.
    I pursed my lips and nodded curtly. "Very well. I doubt I can forgive you until you change your ways. If you try hard enough, you can do it, I know you can," I said. "Now, I need to get back to the Tower."
    I turned and left the room, Voldemort watching me, pained. Quirrell quickly covered up his master and left. I stepped into the Tower and went up to my dorm. Hermione woke up as I walked in and watched me. I ignored her and got into my nightclothes, slipping under the covers. I twitched the curtains closed and fell asleep, facing the window. I almost wished I didn't fall asleep because I saw what was going to happen later on in the year.
    It was Halloween we were eating in the Great Hall when Quirrell came running in. everyone looked at him and he managed to say one sentence: "Troll in the dungeons!" He then passed out and fell to the floor. For a second, there was silence then came the uproar.
     I sat up and found Hermione standing over me. I shook my head at her questions, silently saying I didn't want to talk. She eventually left me alone and I managed to fall back asleep. This time, there were no dreams.
    I woke up the next morning and got dressed. I was the first one up and I left before the other girls woke up. I knew that Halloween was getting close, only about a week or so away. I didn't mention the event that might happen on Halloween, not knowing if it was real or not. I hoped it was a dream and not a vision of the future. I went to breakfast and sat by myself, not paying much attention to my surroundings. Once I finished eating, I decided to go to the Charms classroom to wait for the bell. I looked at the board and saw we were doing the Levitating Charm, Wingardium Leviosa. I saw a feather on each of the desks and decided to practice. I sat down at one of the desks in the corner.
    "Wingardium Leviosa," I said, swishing and flicking my wand.
    I was super surprised when the feather floated off the desk and up about five feet before I let it float to the desktop. When the bell rang, the rest of the class came in, followed by Professor Flitwick. He stood up on top of a stack of books and I smiled. He started class and I immediately did the spell, making the feather fly upward. Every head turned to me and I smiled shyly.
    "Look here, Miss Potter's done it! Five points to Gryffindor," Professor Flitwick said.
    Hermione looked furious that I had beat her to the spell. I smirked at her and she did the spell also. Flitwick didn't seem to notice as he congratulated me and praised me for being the quickest to master the spell. Hermione was beyond furious now and looked like she was ready to kill me.
    When we got out of Charms, I was walking with Harry and Ron. Ron wasn't happy that Hermione had told him he was saying the spell wrong.
    "It's Leviosa, not Leviosar. She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends," Ron said.
    Hermione ran past, crying. I stared after her and then looked at Ron. "I think she heard you, Ron," I said quietly.
    Ron simply shrugged and we went to the Halloween feast. I was on edge and my friends noticed and were concerned.
    "What's wrong?" Harry asked.
    "Nothing," I said.
    Seconds later, Quirrell ran in screaming about a troll. I stared at him in shock. There was an uproar and people screaming. Dumbledore quieted the crowd with a few blasts from his wand and the students fell silent.
    "Prefects will lead their House back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons," he said.
    We walked back but stopped halfway. Harry grabbed me and Ron and we looked at him.
    "Hermione, she doesn't know!" Harry exclaimed.
    I groaned but followed the boys to the girls' lavatories in time to see a large shape casting a shadow on the wall.
    "I think the troll has left the dungeon," Ron whispered.
    The troll entered the girls' bathroom, dragging its club behind him. We shared horrified glances before we ran to the door. We entered in time to see Hermione duck into a stall and lock the door. The troll smashed the stalls and Hermione screamed.
    "Hermione, move!" I shouted.
    "Oi, peabrain!" Ron yelled, throwing a large piece of wood at the troll, nailing it in the head.
    The troll was temporarily distracted from Hermione, in which time she crawled under the sinks. The troll turned back to her and she narrowly missed getting hit by the club, which smashed the sink next to her. Harry, being the reckless boy that he is, jumped onto the troll's back. It jumped and tried to shake Harry off and, in the process, his wand was shoved up its nose. I wrinkled my nose at this but it did get the troll to divert his attention. The troll grabbed Harry's leg and dragged him off its back. The troll began to try to hit my brother with its club.
    "Do something!" Harry shouted.
    "What?" Ron asked.
    "Anything!" Harry shouted.
    Ron drew his wand and pointed it at the troll.
    "Remember, swish and flick," I said.
    "Wingardium Levosia!" Ron said, swishing and flicking his wand.
    The troll's club flew out of its hand and hovered above its head. It looked at its hand, confused as to its club was. It looked up and the club dropped on its head. It dropped Harry, who scrambled backward to avoid getting crushed by the troll as it fell unconscious to the floor. Hermione got to her feet and slowly walked over.
    "Is it dead?" she asked.
    "I don't think so. Just knocked out," I said.
    Harry pulled his wand out of the troll's nostril and rinsed it off in the sink. Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell came running in and Severus ran over to me, looking me over for injuries. I pulled away but he grabbed me again, fussing over me. I was a bit embarrassed because he was acting like my mother did when I got into dangerous situations. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were watching, confused and happy that Snape actually had feelings for people. Eventually, he was satisfied that I wasn't hurt and turned his attention to the other three.
    "Explain yourselves," McGonagall said.
    Harry and Ron started to explain when Hermione interrupted.    
    "It's my fault, Professor McGonagall. I went looking for the troll. I've read about them and thought I could handle it. But I was wrong. If Harry, Ron, and Alexa hadn't found me, I'd probably be dead," Hermione said quietly.
    "Well, Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment. As for you three," she said, turning to Harry, Ron and myself. "I hope you realize how lucky you are. Not many first years could taken down a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points will be awarded to each of you for sheer dumb luck," she said before walking off.
    I followed my friends and brother out of the bathroom. Severus took me aside and smiled slightly.
    "Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart?" he asked.
    I nodded and leaned against him. His arms wrapped around me and I smiled. Severus was content and I knew it. He finally had a very, very important job to do; look after me.
    "I'm going to trust in you a very big responsibility. You are allowed to give and take points from any House, you can hand out detentions, and wander freely around the castle and the surrounding lands. Use this carefully, though," Severus said.
    "Of course," I replied.
    He escorted me to the Gryffindor Tower and the portrait of the Fat Lady opened to admit me. He smiled and waved as he left. I walked in and found the Halloween Feast continuing inside. The entire of Gryffindor House knew what had happened and when I walked in, they cheered, praising me for the troll. I smiled and ate a bit more before turning into bed. It had been one hectic Halloween.