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Your POV

Getting into the Great Hall for dinner, I sat with the rest of my house. Taking my usual amount of food it didn't take long for Professor Quirrell to bust into the Hall.

"There's a toll, in the dungeon! A Troll in the dungeon!"

He stops for a moment before fainting.

"Just thought you ought to know."

He hits the floor with a thud, the students screaming as they stood up. Dumbledore yelling for everyone to be silent, and the Prefects to take everyone back to their dorms.

Standing up I sigh gently. "What are we supposed to do? I thought the castle was supposed to be safe?"

Glancing at another student I hum a little. "The castle is, someone had to of let it in."

"You're crazy, no one would do that!"

Shaking my head we followed our prefect back to our dorms, before I saw Ron and Harry break from their own line and running off somewhere. Raising a brow I decide to follow.

"Hey, what are you two doing? We were told to go to our dorms"

Chasing them they pull me into a small alcove with them as the troll walks by.

"Hermione is in the bathroom and doesn't know about the troll, we have to go get her." Nodding gently as the troll disappears.

"I think it went into the Girl's room."

Gulping we went into the bathroom after it, hearing a lot of smashing noises and Hermione screaming. The troll was swinging it's club at the stalls, destroying them. Harry yells for Hermione to move and she starts crawling as far as she can, protecting herself from the wood as it falls around her. Throwing the wood shards at the Troll, managing to hit it in the head.

Watching it turn to look at us Hermione was able to get out from behind the stalls, crawling under the sinks as she does her best to hide. Once the troll turns to swing it takes out a sink next to her, breaking the porcelain and spraying water everywhere.

Before we could do anything Harry grabs onto the club and is picked up as it goes to swing at Hermione. Landing on it's shoulders he thrashes around a little as he holds on. It didn't take long for him to be held upside down by the troll, that tries and fails to swing its club at him.

"Do something!"

"What?"

"Anything!"

Sighing gently, I grab my wand, focusing in on the club that the troll was holding. "Wingardium leviosa!"

Watching as the club slips from the Troll's grip and floats above it's head, I smile gently. The club falls, bonking it on the head and it drops Harry. Grabbing Harry and pulling him over as the troll staggers and falls over. Hermione gets up and walks over to us slowly.

McGonagall runs in with Snape, and Quirrell with her. She stops in her tracks as she sees us standing around a very unconscious troll.

"Oh my goodness! Explain yourselves." she points to us as she catches her breath.

We started staggering on our words for a moment, before Hermione broke through our voices.

"It's my fault Professor McGonagall."

The Professors looked as confused as we were, deciding to see what she has to say we stand there.

"Miss Granger?"

"I went looking for the troll, I had read about them and I thought I could handle it. But I was wrong, if Harry, Ron, and (y/n) hadn't come to find 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 and I'm very disappointed in you Miss Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor. For your serious lack of judgement."

She takes a breath and turns to us, though I was busy looking at the floor, noticing a tear in Snape's pants which he covered with his robe as he saw me noticing it.

"As for you three, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first year students can take on a fully grown mountain troll, and live to tell the tale. Five points will be awarded to each of you for sheer dumb luck."

With that she makes her way out of the door, Professor Snape following her as Professor Quirrell ushers out of the bathroom before the troll wakes up, hearing it roar and him make a small noise before following close behind us.

Going back to our dorms I get into my bed and stare at the top of the bed, what possessed me to disobey orders like that? Curiosity? I swear that might get me killed one of these days.