Sophia Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 10

Hermione gave out a blood-piercing scream as the troll walked toward us. I yanked Hermione back into the stall we were in and we flattened ourselves out on the floor. The troll knocked down the tops of the stalls and the wood came down on top of us. I tried not to think of how scared I was as I pushed Hermione to the other side of the room. There was too much wood on top of me for me to move quickly.
Instead of focusing on me like I had hoped the troll would, it followed Hermione to where she was crouching under the sinks. Just then, Harry and Ron burst through the door.
"Confuse it!" Harry yelled as he threw a piece of wood at the ugly creature. It blinked and turned towards Harry.
"Over here, ugly," Ron shouted and waved his arms in the air.
Harry ran over to Hermione and asked her something that I couldn't understand. I then realized that I was still under the pile of wood. I wiggled out as fast as I could and made my way over to where Hermione and Harry were standing, still in shock. Ron was being backed up to the wall and in a second he would be trapped.
Harry snapped out of his daze and took a running jump at the troll. He fastened his hands around the troll's neck and accidentally stuck his wand up the troll's nose. In fury, the troll started shaking, trying to get Harry off of his back.
Ron shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!" I instantly recognized the spell. On Friday Hermione had corrected Ron for saying the spell wrong in class. Ron had gotten so annoyed by it that he was in a bad mood the rest of the day. Hermione had gotten the spell right every time, while Ron failed. I just hoped that it would work now.
He pointed his wand at the troll and the wooden club the troll was carrying ascended into the air. Ron, amazed that the spell had actually worked lost focus and the club collided with the troll's head. The ugly creature gave a lopsided spin and fell to the floor.
Harry stood up and took his wand out of the troll's nose. He wiped the end of it on his over-sized shirt. His shirt was now covered in a green slime.
I helped Hermione off the ground, where she had probably collapsed in fright. "Is it dead?" she whispered.
"It's most likely just knocked out," I tell her. This was the most feeble I had ever seen her. Strangely, after nearly being killed by a troll I didn't feel anything at all. It must be because I still hadn't recovered from the shock. Then it would all hit me.
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Quirrell burst into the wrecked bathroom. Quirrell took one look at the troll and let out a faint squeak. Professor McGonagall furiously said, "What on Earth were you thinking."
I was about to explain the long and complicated story when Hermione piped up, "Professor, this is all my fault. I went looking for the troll thinking that I could easily defeat it. Sophia was walking down the hallway to dinner when he found me cornered. She only had enough time to call for Ron and Harry, who were in the next hall. If it wasn't for them I would be dead by now."
I was shocked. Hermione Granger, the girl who thinks that getting expelled is worse than being killed, lying to a teacher.
"Well, if this is what happened then I guess you're very lucky, not many first-years could have taken down a full grown Mountain Troll. Hermione, I am very disappointed in you. Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor. You will each be awarded five points," Professor McGonagall said gesturing to Ron, Harry, and I, "That is all. Go back to your dormitories."
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. She let us off easy. Growing up with Professor McGonagall you tend to pick up some things that could help you win her favor. For example, after seven o'clock at night she is very grumpy and shouldn't be messed with.
As we made our way back to the common room I realized what Hermione must be feeling like right now. If I were her I would be feeling guilty for something that wasn't my fault. I was somewhat frustrated that Harry and Ron should be the people getting in trouble here but instead had gotten rewarded while Hermione had been punished. Not only that but her pride would be hurt. By tomorrow afternoon the whole school would know about this.
After a couple minutes of walking we reached the picture of the fat lady. Ron said the password and we quietly made our way inside. Most of our friends were waiting for us. As soon as we entered the room they started to crowd us and ask millions of questions. Hermione and I ignored them and made our way through the crowd. Harry and Ron stayed behind, probably to brag about taking down the troll.
As we were heading up the stairs we were interrupted. Fred and George stood in front of us, blocking our path. "What do you want?" I asked a little harsher than attended but I was so tired I didn't even care anymore.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Fred said putting his hand up in defense, "We only wanted to ask you for a big prank we were planning to do."
"Huge prank," George added.
"Humongous prank," Fred finished.
"What kind of prank?" I ask suspiciously.
"One that involves Professor Snape and some pink hair dye that smells like rotten eggs," George says casually.
My face immediately softened and I smiled mischievously, "I'm in."
"What?" Hermione said clearly suprised, "You could get in serious trouble, maybe even expelled."
I brush her off, "No I won't I live here, remember?" I know it's not fair to abuse my privileges but it's so fun to.
"Whatever, I'm going to bed," Hermione says exasperated.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I tell Fred and George and head upstairs. That night I go to bed with dreams of a pink-haired Snape still in my head.