Quick A/N: I've been working on a shit ton of stories and at the moment my own as of now 8 stories
I'm working on this book which may end up with over 100 parts or I may put them in separate books. I'm also working on another HP book but this one is American Male Reader x Various. My HTTYD Power Rangers, it's hard as it is, I'm making my own script and trying to remember fighting styles, there is various kicks and punches, there's a modern HTTYD book I'm working on, there's a HTTYD role reversal story, my Male Reader Scooby-Doo story, The Walking Dead book and like I said my own Original Story. Updates will be slow but bear with me please I'll update my stories as soon as I can.

As well for this story I'm gonna do the dialogue like this

Harry:

Hermione:

Y/N:

Mainly because my wrist was sprained by typing on phone and computer so enjoy this chapter
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3rd Person POV:

In Professor Flitwick's class. Filtwick is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books to make up for his stature and to see his class.

Flitwick: One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers?

Hermione raises hers making Y/N chuckle as he was seated in between Hermione and Harry.

Flitwick: Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone.

All: The swish and flick.

Flitwick: Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then.

The class begin to enunciate and doing the movements on their feathers.

Draco: Wingardium Levio-saaa.

Ron: Wingardrium Leviosar!

Ron waves his wand really fast numerous times. Hermione stops him.

Hermione: Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar.

Ron: You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on.

Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand.

Hermione: Wingardium Leviosa.

The feather glows and lifts up.

Ron scoff and looks away.

Y/N: Wingardium Leviosa.

The class now see's both Gryffindor students with their feathers floating gracefully on the air.

Flitwick: Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Mr. L/N and Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!

Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly. Not giving up Seamus begins swishing at his feather.

Seamus: Wingard Levosa.

Flitwick: Well done you two.

An almighty explosion flashes. Flitwick gasps, as Ron and Hermione turn to the source of the explosion

Flitwick: Whooaaa! Ooh.

We see that Seamus is charred again with his feather, now smoldering to ashes.

Harry: I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.

Y/N: And a wet towel.
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Neville, Harry, Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around.

Ron: [mimicking Hermione] It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar. [normal voice] She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!

Hermione rushes past Ron, hugging her books and sniffling in tears.

Harry: I think she heard you.
Hermione disappears into the crowd, deeply hurt by Ron's words.

Y/N rushes the group of boys and smacks Ron hard upside his orange head.

Y/N: Are you an idiot?! She was trying to help you and you just talk bad about her.

The red head was to say something but he looks down in defeat.

Y/N: If that's how you treat friends who help you, [The boy looks at his 'friends'] I'd hate to see how you'd treat us.

Y/N leaves the group and rushes Inside the school to find Hermione.

Inside the school Y/N runs down the hall frantically trying to find his best friend. He stops once he's outside the girls loo.

Y/N: [Quietly] Shit.

Y/N takes a seat out beside the loo on a bench.

???: Most would say it's weird sitting outside the girls loo at your age.

Y/N turns and see Angelina Johnson. The Gryffindor chaser and currently third year.

Y/N: Waiting for a friend.

Y/N waits patiently.

Angelina: She's in there balling her eyes out, she's been alone for the past 5 minutes.

Y/N perked up at the notice.

Angelina: I may get in trouble of this but there's a spell that can lock you two in there.

Angelina hands Y/N a sign that reads out of order. Angelina leaves the boy holding the sign.

Y/N: What's the spell?

Angelina: [Turns around walking backwards] How says it isn't already.

Y/N looks at the sign them back to the loo.

Y/N: (Thoughts) It's enchanted.

Y/N looks around the hall one last time making sure the coast is clear. Once checked Y/N walks through the door way and puts a spell on the signs having the sign stuck on the wall. Y/N walks inside and hears sniffing. He follows it to the booth and knocks on the door.

Hermione: Occupied.

Y/N: Then I'll stay out here.

The sudden voice causes Hermione to open the door.

Hermione: Y/N what are you doing in here, you'll get caught.

Y/N: Rather get caught helping a friend than being a perv.

Hermione: I'm fine Y/N.

Y/N: [Leans on the wall] Yeah because rushing past people in a rush crying is completely normal, sounds like a regular Monday pastime.

Hermione: All I was doing was trying to help.

Y/N: I understand but he doesn't he's a idiot.

Hermione: It's hard having friends when you spent half your life without any.

Y/N: Same here

Hermione snapped her head at Y/N in confusion.

Y/N: I've spent about three quarters of my life with no friends.

Hermione: Really.

Y/N nods.

Y/N: All I've ever had is my parents and my sister. Living on a farm right outside the city away from Muggles.

Hermione: I guess I don't have an excuse.

Y/N: You just need a little confidence, a good push and a icebreaker.

Hermione: How is it you give good advice.

Y/N: It's like the Muggles say, 'Single people and quiet people give the best advise'. If I'm being honest your the only person I've had a conversation this long with. Other than Dove and in English.

Hermione smiles.

Hermione: I've been reading up on Latin if that helps.

Y/N quietly chuckles.

Y/N: We'll have that conversation when you can understand everything Dove says when she's upset.

Y/N was ready to speak again but a stench so horrid hit both their noses.

Hermione: My goodness what is that smell.

Y/N widens his eyes and pulls her in the stall with him.

Hermione was ready to yell at the boy but he puts his hand over her mouth and a finger to his lips. Hermione understands and stays quiet as a rumble was felt and a giant footstep was heard.

Y/N looks at the bushy haired girl in the stall with him.

Y/N: [Whispers]Troll.

Y/N slowly walks to the door and opens it as quietly as possible. In the restroom was a troll looking around the building. The troll looks to the farthest stall and sees the door slightly open and a moppy h/c hair. The troll grips his club and swings it. Quickly acting Y/N grabs Hermione and pulls her to the ground as the club destroys the stalls. As if by coincidence, Harry and Ron run in seeing the damage the troll does.

Harry: Hermione, Y/N move!

The duo crawls underneath the sink as

Hermione: Help! Help us!

The boys start throwing wood pieces at the troll.

Ron: Hey, pea brain!

Ron yells throwing a piece of wood and hits the troll on the head.

Hermione and Y/N escapes from the stalls to under a sink, but the troll sees them and goes to smash them. It cracks the sink and barely misses them making Harry cringes.

Hermione: Ahhh! Help!

Harry gets out his wand. He runs forward and grabs the troll's club, and is lifted up.

Harry: Whooa! Whoa, whoa!

He lands on the troll's head, and is hurled forward, then back, and his wand shoots up the troll's nose.

Ron: Ew.

Ron and Hermione were disgusted by Harry’s sand in the troll’s nose. The troll snorts, and whips around.

Harry: Whoa, whoa whoa!

The troll gets Harry off its head and is holding him by one leg, upside down.

Harry: Do something!

It gears up its club and swipes at Harry. He pulls himself up, then down. The troll swipes again.

Ron: What?

The troll swipes at Harry repeatedly

Harry: Anything! Hurry up!

Ron grabs his wand. Under the sink, Hermione waves her hand.

Y/N: Swish and Flick!

Ron: [correctly punctuating the words] Wingardium Leviosa!

The club is lifted out of the troll's hand and hovers above its head. The troll looks up, confused, just as the club comes crashing back down. Cool. It hits the troll's head that hard and the troll wavers, then drops Harry, who crawls away, and slowly comes crashing down, knocking him out. Hermione still behind Y/N griping his arm approaches carefully.

Hermione: Is it...dead?

Harry: I don't think so. Just knocked out.

He grabs his wand...which is covered in mucus.

Harry: Ew. Troll bogies.

Harry wipes his wand on his robes. Suddenly, McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell come rushing in. They all gasp at the knocked out troll.

McGonagall: Oh! Oh, my goodness! E-Explain yourselves, both of you!

Ron and Harry: Well, what it is...

Hermione: It's my fault, Professor McGonagall.

The teachers, Ron and Harry look at her as Y/N stares at the troll.

McGonagall: Miss Granger?

Hermione: 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.

McGonagall: Be that as it may be...it was an extremely foolish thing to do.

Y/N and Harry notices Snape's leg, which has the trousers' leg torn and a large cut on it. Snape notices and covers it up, glaring at Harry.

McGonagall: I would have expected more rational behavior on your part, Miss Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment. 

She turns to Y/N, Harry and Ron

McGonagall: As for you two gentlemen I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points...will be awarded to each of you. [Harry and Ron grin at each other] For sheer dumb luck.

Snape and McGonagall leave the bathroom

Quirrell: Perhaps you ought to go...M-might wake up...heh. [The first years exit the bathroom. Quirrell looks at the unconscious troll. The troll growls, seemingly going to wake up.] Ahh! Hehe....

Harry: [to Hermione] Good for you to get us out of trouble like that.
Ron: Mind you, I mean, we did save her life.
Y/N: Mind you, she didn't need saving if you hadn't insulted her.
[Hermione looks at Ron.]

Ron: What are friends for?