Survivor (Twilight/Harry Potter Crossover) - Book 1

Chapter 8

Lexi's POV

"Now repeat after me, Wingardium Leviosa," Professor Flitwick squeaked, standing on his stack of books as usual, due to his height deficiency.

"Wingardium Leviosa," The class recitied. I could hear Ron saying it wrong, but didn't say anything. He'll get it right sooner or later.

"I'll put you into pairs to practice the spell with the feather in front of you. All of you have a feather? Excellent. Okay, we'll have Ms Granger and Mr Weasley," Ouch. "Ms Black and Mr Thomas," Not too bad. Dean and I got along fine. I gave him a smile, moving a bit closer to him so we can work together.

"You wanna go first?" I asked, my American accent shining through.

"Sure," Dean smiled, picking up his wand, "Wingargium Leviosa," He was getting frustrated at the lack of magic he was producing. I started laughing, unable to hold it back.

"It's Wingardium," I managed to get out between laughing fits, "Not Wingargium."

Dean sighed in exasperation, "Then why don't you do it," He suggested, pushing the feather in front of me.

"Alright," I said, no hesitation at all, picking up my wand and pointing it towards the feather.

"Wingardium Leviosa," I recited, 'swishing' and 'flicking' my wand. The feather rose towards the roof, along with another, which of course, was Hermione's.

"Wonderful, Ms Granger and Ms Black!" Professor Flitwick commended us. There was a sudden bang behind me and the whole class turned to look where the noise came from. Seamus was standing shocked, black scorch covering his face.

"I think we're going to need a new feather," Seamus muttered.

"It's Levi-oh-sa, not Levi-osa-ah," Ron mocked as we were heading out of Charms class. "Honestly, she's a nightmare! No wonder she doesn't have any friends," I felt someone angrily push past me and I turned to see Hermione storming off, tears streaming out of her eyes. Harry and Ron were looking at Hermione too.

"I think she heard you," Harry whispered to Ron.

The Great Hall looked amazing, considering it was Halloween. The thought of Halloween was still lingering in my thoughts, but was pushed away when I saw the decorations and huge feasts laid out. It reminded me of when Emily used to make feasts on Saturdays and I would help her. I still haven't gotten any letters from them, which has been getting on my nerves. I stopped sending letters to them, frustrated that they haven't send one back.

"I was about the grab a pumpkin pastry, when the huge doors to the great hall burst open and Professor Quirrell ran in, screaming. 

"TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" he screamed out, before fainting and falling to the ground.

Everyone in the hall started screaming and getting up from their seats, when Professor Dumbledore yelled out, "SILENCE!", bringing a deathly silence over the hall.

"Prefects, lead your students to your House areas. Teachers, come with me." Dumbledore commanded.

Percy was in action, beckoning Gryffindor to follow him quickly. I was going with the rest of them before I stopped suddenly, "Ron, Harry!" I cried out, as they stopped too, coming back to find me. "Hermione," I breathed.

"What about her?" Ron asked.

"She wasn't in the Great Hall with us."

"I heard people say she was in the girls' bathroom crying," Harry said.

"C'mon!" I said quickly, running towards the girls' bathrooms, Harry and Ron closely behind me.

"Hold on," Ron said, stopping in his tracks. "Do you smell that?" I sniffed the air hesitantly, immediately recoiling at the foul smell. It wasn't feces, that was for sure. It was much worse.

Suddenly, we saw a huge shadow down the hall, larger than any person. It was walking into the girls' bathrooms, where Hermione was. There was a high-pitched scream that could only have come from Hermione.

We ran in the bathrooms to find Hermione cowering in a corner, the troll making its way towards her, sinks and toilet stalls all broken and smashed.

"Distract it!" Harry yelled, running over to try and save Hermione.

Ron and I looked around desperately before finding broken piping and throwing it at the troll, who stopped and turned around, focusing his beady little eyes on me. Harry decided to do something completely reckless, and jumped climbed up the troll until he was hanging onto its head. Harry was still holding onto his wand and was trying to cast a spell, when his wand went up the troll's nose. 

"Ron, do something!" I was trying to get Hermione to move but she was frozen in a trance of some sort.

Ron raised his wand and chanted, "Wingardium Leviosa." The club that the troll was holding was now being lifted into the air, above the troll's head. Harry saw what was happening and dropped down off the troll. The club suddenly dropped, hitting the troll on the top of the head. It started to stumble, before collapsing to the ground.

Harry walked over to the troll's head, taking his wand out of its left nostril, which was covered in snot know.

"Ewwww..." I muttered.

We must've created quite a racket, since McGonagall scurried in, followed closely by Quirrell and Snape. Quirrell saw the troll unconscious and whimpered slightly.

"What on earth were you four thinking?" McGonagall fumed. "You're lucky you weren't killed! Why weren't you in your dormitories like everyone else?"

Before I could answer, my eyes traveled to the gash on Snape's lower leg, which made my eyes widen. Snape seemed to realise what I was staring at and covered his gash, not before sending me a glare.

"It-it was me, Professor," I heard Hermione speak, taking the blame. What was she doing? "I thought I could handle the troll on my own. I found out they are much tougher than they sound in books, and if it weren't for these three, I'd be dead."

Even Snape looked taken aback at Hermione's confession.

"Well, how foolish of you, Ms Granger! 5 points from Gryffindor! If you aren't harmed, go back up with your house where they are finishing the feast." Hermione scurried out as McGonagall told her off. I gulped as she turned to us.

"I still say you were lucky, but not many first years can take down a fully grown troll. Five points each will be rewarded, for sheer dumb luck," McGonagall said, eyeing the troll. "Now, go up to your Dormitories."

I hurriedly left with Ron and Harry, not wanting McGonagall to change her mind. We made it to the Common Room and went inside, just as Hermione walked into the girl's dormitories.

"Good of her to get us out of trouble," Ron said. "Mind you, we did save her life."

"She wouldn't have needed saving if it weren't for you, Ron." I groaned.

"That's what friends are for, right?" Ron smiled, making Harry and I crack up laughing.

There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other. From that moment on, the four of us have been inseparable.