Daughter of the Unknown-- YEAR ONE (Dracoxreader)

Chapter Thirteen- Swish and Flick

Third Person pov:

Before (Y/n) could comprehend what was happening, she rushed into the lavatory to take cover while praying that the troll was headed the other way.

She was wrong.

"Who's there?" A person sniffled from inside one of the many stalls. Immediately, (Y/n) knew who that voice belonged to.

"Hermione?!" (Y/n) ran further into the lavatory and found the stall occupied by her friend. She pulled open the stall to reveal a tear-stained Hermione sitting on the cover of the toilet. "I'm so glad you're okay!" Quickly, Hermione leaped off the toilet cover and to the sink to wash her face. "Hermione there's a tro-" Before the girl could finish her sentence the door to the lavatory was pushed open revealing a gruesome, large troll. "Holy shit."

Hermione's eyes widened at the sight and slowly backed up into the stall that (Y/n) had stayed in. The large beast swung his club across the tops of stalls, causing the two girls to drop to the floor screaming for help.

"Hermione, (Y/n), move!" A familiar voice called out from the doorway. Hermione moved a piece of wood and the girls saw that Harry and Ron had arrived at the scene. Doing as Harry said, the two girls crawled under different stalls and the roll struck again, hitting the tops of the stalls he'd missed before.

"Help!" Hermione screamed to the two boys. Harry quickly thought of an idea to throw wood at the troll in order to distract it.

"Hey, pea brain!" Ron called to the troll causing it to look at Ron and was greeted by a piece of wood to the face. Hermione and (Y/n) looked at each other, both thinking the same thing and escaping from the stalls and under the sinks. To their dismay, the beast saw them and smashed the sink next to them.

"Help!" It was (Y/n) who desperately screamed the word to Harry and Ron. Harry took out his wand and ran towards the troll, whose club was being swung behind him. Harry jumped on the club and let go when it went over the troll's head, which led Harry to be sitting on top of the trolls head.

Feeling the sudden weight on his shoulder, the troll took its gaze off of the girls and tried shaking Harry off. Harry was running out of options so he stuck his wand up the troll's nose. A loud 'ew' was heard from Ron, and (Y/n) and Hermione scrunched up their noses in disgust. The troll had managed to get Harry off of his shoulders and was now holding him by the ankle. The troll was swinging its club at Harry, who barely dodged it each time.

"Do something!" Harry yelled after dodging a swing. Ron looked around helplessly.

"What?" He asked.

 "Anything!"

Ron took out his wand, determined to use the spell they had learned in charms.

"Remember, swish and flick!" Both of the girls yelled to Ron in unison.

"WingardiumLeviosa!" Ron had managed to lift the troll's club above its head and was now swinging nothing but its hand at Harry. The troll looked up, confused about where his club had gone. To its surprise, the club had dropped on its head causing it to drop Harry and pass out. "Cool." Harry backed away, barely missing being crushed by a troll.

(Y/n) and Hermione came out from under the sink and the former let out a breath she hadn't even notice she was keeping in. Slowly, the girls made their way around the troll and to the other two Gryffindors.

"Is it... dead?" Asked Hermione.

"I don't think so, just knocked out," answered Harry. He grabbed his wand out of the troll's nose, which was covered in boogers. "Ew, troll bogies."

"Well this was... eventful," (Y/n) said while studying the troll's features. Suddenly Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Quirrell all arrived at the doorway. "Hello..." (Y/n) trailed off quietly while looking at her head of house.

"Oh! Oh, my goodness! E-Explain yourselves, all of you!" Professor McGonagall snapped at three of the four Gryffindors in the bathroom.

"Well, you see, funny story actually..." (Y/n) trailed off, laughing nervously.

"Well, what it is-" Harry chimed in.

"It's my fault, professor McGonagall," Hermione interrupted before letting her friends take the blame. The three professors along with her friends stared at Hermione in disbelief.

"Miss. Granger?" Asked McGonagall.

"I went looking for the troll. I'd read about them and thought I could handle it. But I was wrong. If (Y/n), Harry, and Ron hadn't come and found me...I'd probably be dead."

"Be that as it may...it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would have expected more rational behavior on your part, Ms.Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment. As for you three I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many students could take on a full-grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points...will be awarded to each of you. For sheer dumb luck." With that said, McGonagall turned around and left the chaotic scene with Snape close after.

"Perhaps you ought to go...M-might wake up...heh," said Professor Quirrell. The four Gryffindors left the bathroom and headed back to their house in silence.

~.~.~.~

(Y/n) entered her dorm and was greeted by her two lovely roommates.

"Oh, my Merlin we were so worried about you! What happened to you, you look like someone ran you over with a lawnmower!" Viviana was the first to speak and wrapped her arms around her friend. (Y/n) looked down at her stained and ripped robes and mentally groaned.

(Y/n) explained the scene to her two friends who expressed pretty funny reactions with every little detail, which made (Y/n) smile.

"Guys I really need to go to sleep, I have quidditch practice tomorrow morning, courtesy of Wood." (Y/n) yawned.

"Yeah, you should really go to sleep especially after the eventful night you had," Viviana spoke quietly since she was lying down facing the opposite way.

"Goodnight," Everley was barely able to mutter out as she passed out immediately after her head hit the pillow.

"Goodnight," (Y/n) said as she tried to head to sleep, which took longer than she would've liked because of the events that had occured that night.