''𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥.''
𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗜 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. He hadn't given me many details, only stating that Hermione got sad and ran off after Charms because of something Ronald had said. I was trying to avoid him to the best of my intentions, I guess his intentions also told him to leave me alone.
It was Halloween night, there was a feast going on in The Great Hall, I hadn't gotten to eat any of the food there because of Hermione, so she owes me. Big time. The corridors are dark, gloomy and cold, which ended up in me shivering and rubbing my hands up and down my arms, trying to warm myself.
As I walked down the end of a corridor, I heard a faint sniffling sound coming from the girls bathroom. My mind went straight to Hermione, and usually, my mind was right about these things. I went to push the door open, it taking more strength then intended because they were huge and wooden.
''Hermione?'' I spoke quietly, walking up to the stall that I had heard the sniffling noise from. The sniffling started to falter, and it sounded like someone was trying to make up for crying.
''I'm not coming. I'm fine here.'' She spoke. I could still hear the sadness in her voice.
''I didn't ask you to come to the feast, I came to check on you.''
''Thanks, but like I said, I'm fine.''
''We both know that when someone says they're 'fine', it's a complete lie to hide more emotions.'' I spoke wisely, making Hermione chuckle a little from the other side of the door.
Hearing Hermione chuckle had made an unnoticed smile come across my face. Footsteps could be heard from the stall, apparently it had also been locked, because the lock came undone before Hermione walked out.
''Thank you, sis.'' She spoke, glancing between the ground and I.
''Anytime, sister.'' I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, making her smile while looking down at the ground. ''Clean yourself up. Then we can see about that feast, because I am hungry.'' I spoke while Hermione laughed at my intentions.
''How do you do that?'' She asked suddenly. Her head snapped up to look in the mirror, staring at me who was behind her through the mirror.
''Do what?'' I asked, raising a brow. Hermione sighed, drying off her hands and turning around to face me.
''Comfort people. I mean, you know exactly how to make them feel better then they were before. How do you do that?'' She asked, looking at me with genuine curiosity.
''It's a talent.'' I shrugged. Hermione opened her mouth slightly to say something else, but got interrupted when a loud noise could be heard at the door of the girls bathroom.
Hermione and I turned to the door in sync, I brought Hermione behind me as we both watched the door get knocked down. In had walked, a huge pale blue foot with crusty looking toe nails and only two toes. Following along with the foot, came a while body, a whole body of paper blue skin. The creature had a club in it's hand, with abnormally large ears with a sort of deformed face.
It also had a small brown jacket, that didn't go around all the way. The creature was also quite a chubby thing, it almost made me want to gag. Hermione cowered behind me, gripping my arm tightly.
''Troll.'' I muttered, Hermione didn't hear the words clearly and looked at me with a confused look. ''Into the stall!'' I shouted, shoving Hermione into the stall she had previously been in. Only this time, I was also locked in the stall with her.
Hermione was breathing heavily, still gripping onto my arm and I tried to calm her down. Trolls are dumb, usually. Some trolls have actually grown up to be smarter then the average troll, which earned them some pretty important pages in the book of creatures I had been reading since school started.
Suddenly, the club came swinging at our stall as I made Hermione duck down with me. The stall was now gone, and we were out in the open, sitting right in-front of the troll.
''Hermione, Y/n, move!'' I heard Harry shout. I wanted to question why he was in here, but then again that's pretty obvious seeing as there's a troll standing right in-front of Hermione and I. Grabbing Hermione's arm, I dragged her under the sinks only for the troll to swing his club again and hit me across the bathroom, behind Ron and Harry.
''Y/n!'' Was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione watched was Y/n's body was flown across the room and hit the stone wall in the other side.
''Y/n!'' They yelled in unison, only to see the girl had been knocked out already. The troll couldn't care less, so he kept trying to swing at the kids but missing entirely.
''Hey, pea brain!'' Ron shouted, throwing a chunk of wood at the troll, which it the huge creature in the head. The troll turned his gaze over to Ron, as Hermione goes to slip under the sinks to hide herself.
Suddenly, the troll turned back to Hermione, watching her slip under the sinks and raising his club in his hands. As the club was brought down, it smashed the sink next to Hermione making her scream and the boys finding more ways to avert the trolls gaze.
''Ahh! Help!'' Hermione shouts, covering her head with her hands. Harry thinks for a moment, before pulling out his wand and running towards the troll's lowered club. The troll noticed this, so he picked up his club and swung it around only for Harry to land back on his shoulders.
''Whoa!'' Harry shoved his wand up the troll's nose, earning disgusted sounds and looks from Hermione and Ron. The troll plucks Harry off his shoulder and holds him up off the ground by his leg. ''Do something!'' Harry shouts.
''What?!''
''Anything!'' The troll swings it's club at Harry again. ''Hurry up!''
Ron takes his wand from his pocket and lifts it, looking at Hermione for instructions. Hermione is doing the motions for Wingardium Leviosa, while shouting 'swish and flick' over the sounds of the troll in the bathroom.
''Wingardium Leviosa!'' Ron shouts, saying the incantation the right way. He swishes and flicks his wand, making the trolls club pull out of his hand and hover above the troll's head.
The troll looks up, confusingly as the floating club before it came down in his head, or which the troll had fallen down, letting Harry out of his grip. Ron stares wide-eyed at the troll, while Harry crawls away from it and Hermione comes out front the sink, wearily.
''Is it. . .dead?'' Hermione asks, eyeing the troll carefully.
''I don't think so. Just knocked out.'' Harry walks closer to the troll, pulling his wand from it's nose. ''Ugh! Troll bogies!'' He wipes the mucus off his wind with the Troll's pants, before putting back into his pocket.
The doors to the bathroom suddenly open, reveling McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell. McGonagall gasps at the sight of the knocked out troll on the ground.
''Oh! Oh, my goodness! E-explain!'' McGonagall demanded, looking between the three students and the troll.
Before they even had the chance to speak, Harry and Ron started to stutter to each other, and the doors to the bathroom had opened again. It wasn't until the people at the door had ran into the bathroom that the trio all shared confused faces.
''Potter, where's Y/n?!'' Theo shouted at Harry, clearly in the verge of tears of not seeing me anywhere. He merely pointed over to the wall, little chunks of wood surrounding the unconscious body.
''Y/n!'' Blaise shouted, running over to where Y/n's unconscious body was. He moved all the wood chunks, putting two fingers on the girls neck as he was looking for a pulse, making sure your still alive.
''You didn't at least check in her?'' Theo ran over, sitting next to where Blaise was at. The Professors watched between the two groups of students and the unconscious body on the floor.
''Well, we couldn't at the time. Seeing as, well, the troll.'' Harry explained.
''I don't care! You should've looked at her! If she died, Potter, you wouldn't be here.'' Theo threatened. He could care less if the Professors gave him detention, or scolded him. All he cared about at the moment, was his friend that laid unconscious on the floor at this current moment.
''Theo, she's alright.'' Blaise reassured him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
''Mr. Nott, Mr. Zabini. Why don't you both take Miss. Granger to the Hospital Wing, while we attend to these three.'' McGonagall suggested. Theo and Blaise nodded as they took each of her arms and hung them around their shoulders.
While Harry, Ron and Hermione we're getting scolded by the Professors that stuck around in the bathroom, Theo and Blaise made their way to the Hospital Wing with Y/n. Blaise was concerned for the girl, he just didn't show it like Theo did, because he was panicking on the inside. Theo, was freaking out and didn't care if anybody seen it.
Madam Pomfrey told them to lay the unconscious girl on the bed, near the middle of the room on the left side. Pomfrey said that they could stay for about an hour, but they had to get back to their dorms after since curfew was soon.
Theo was sitting on a chair next to the bed, leaning his head against the bed on his chin.
''I'm scared.'' Theo spoke suddenly. Breaking the eerie silence that was kept in the room. Blaise looked over at him, moving to sit next to the boy.
''She'll be alright, I promise.'' Blaise said, putting a reassuring hand on Theo's shoulder.
''Don't make a promise you can't keep.'' Theo gulped, staring at the girls face as she laid in bed.
''Theo, she's alright. She's alive. We'll see her tomorrow.'' Blaise tried to calm down his friend.
''What if one day she isn't. All because she keeps getting dragged around with Potter and his friends, I'm scared.''
''Scared for her? I think she's more scared for us, Theo.'' Blaise commented. Theo sniffed, looking like he was on the verge of tears.
''It's time for you to return to your Common Room. She will be released tomorrow.'' Madam Pomfrey spoke, ushering the two out the door. Theo sighed and started walking with his head hung low and hands in his pockets.
Blaise walked quicker to get in step with his friend, looking at him with a worried expression. Theo had silent tears running down his face, not bothering to wipe them away. He didn't even know what had gotten to him, after all, you were just knocked unconscious, you'll be fine. Hopefully.
Once they had gotten to the Common Room, not a word had been spoken between the two. Barely anybody was in the Common Room, only two or three students at the far tables as they study or read for classes.
Theo went and sat himself down on one of the black leather couches, Blaise sitting down in the opposite one. The fire was crackling as it illuminated that part of the room, bringing some warmth to the two figures in the couch.
Blaise was leaned back against the couch as he stared up at the stone ceiling, he didn't feel reassured either as he worried deeply about his best friend. It was only Y/n becoming unconscious and it felt like she was dying, he couldn't help but think about the worst possibilities. When he did, he kept reminding himself that he would see Y/n tomorrow, alive and well.
Theo was doing great either. He was leaned against his hand as he stared at the fire, a tear or two would slip from his eye every now and then. He didn't know what to think, all he wanted was to see you alive and well, not laying in a bed, motionless and cold. That's why he sat beside the fire, trying to make himself warm once again, as he'd grown cold from feeling your cold body.
''What's with the long faces?'' A familiar voice rung through the air, as the figure stood at the ends of the couches. Averting his gaze from the ceiling, Blaise looked over.
''None of your business, Parkinson. Why don't you go back to sleep.''
''Don't tell me what to do, Zabini.'' Parkinson demanded, sitting on the same couch as Blaise but far from him.
''Don't you have another person to annoy?'' Blaise spoke, turning his gaze back on the ceiling.
''Hey, don't bring me into this.'' Malfoy had just walked down the stairs, sitting on the same couch as Theo, but on the opposite side. Theo hadn't moved nor wavered his gaze. ''But I do have the same question, what is wrong with you two?''
''See, even Dracy knows something is wrong.'' Parkinson spoke, coming to sit next to Malfoy, holding onto his shoulder. Malfoy scrunched his nose and turned away from her.
''It doesn't matter. We don't want to talk about it.'' Blaise kept eyeing Theo, making sure he wouldn't do anything he would've regretted later.
''Oh! Is this about the Granger girl?'' Parkinson asked, cuddling closer to Malfoy.
''How did you know that?'' Blaise asked, a hardened gaze set on Parkinson. Even Malfoy seemed a little intrigued, as he looked at the floor, waiting for an answer.
Theo had also finally moved, but only slightly. He moved his head away from the fire and towards Blaise, only staring at the ground.
''I heard the Professors talking about her. She's in the Hospital Wing now, right? Good riddance.'' She spoke, leaning her head against Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy shrugged her off and walked up to his from without a word or noise, both Blaise and Parkinson watched him with raised brows.
''Who knows, maybe Granger won't live till tomorrow. Here's hoping.'' Parkinson continued, leaning against the couch with her arms crossed. Theo's hands had now formed into fists, as his jaw clenched together. Blaise saw this, and tried to get Parkinson to quit talking.
''Parkinson, stop.'' He warned.
''Why? And why do you care about her so much? She's just an annoying Mudblood.''
And that was it. The breaking point for them both, only Theo had more anger built up. Theo had jumped up and punched Parkinson without a second thought. Blaise's eyes widened, but he couldn't lie, it was a nice sight to see Parkinson finally getting what she deserved.
Parkinson was now curled in the couch, holding her nose.
''What the hell, Theo?! What was that for?'' She shouted, glaring straight at Theo. He wanted to punch her again, but Blaise stopped him and dragged him back to the dorm that they shared with some other first years.
Crabbe and Goyle we're already asleep, snoring as always. Malfoy was sitting in the edge of his bed, only getting under the duvet when Theo and Blaise walked through the door. Before the door had opened, he had heard what Parkinson said downstairs, but he didn't know about Theo punching Parkinson.
He'd been looking at the ring he'd stole from you a couple days ago, spinning it between his fingers as it shines in the moonlight.
''Theo, come on. Get some sleep.'' Blaise insisted.
''I don't want to.'' Theo mumbled, his hands covering his face. When Malfoy looked up from the ring, as he was still under the duvet, he spotted Theo's knuckles were bruised.
''What happened to you?'' He questioned, gesturing towards Theo's knuckles. Blaise looked at them, then back up at Theo who could've cared less.
''He punched Parkinson downstairs. She was pretty furious.'' Blaise spoke, standing up and going into the bathroom to change.
''He did? Maybe now she'll leave me alone.'' Malfoy mumbled, laying back down on his pillow. Blaise came out from the bathroom, wearing a simple T-shirt and sweatpants.
''Theo, please. Get some sleep.'' Blaise really wanted Theo to get some sleep, saying he looked terrible at the moment.
''I will when I'm tired. You get some sleep.'' Theo insisted. Those were the first few words he's spoken in a while, but they were raspy and sad. Blaise merely nodded, before walking over to his bed and getting under the covers.
Theo had soon gone to sleep, falling over onto his side in the middle of the night. He hugged his pillow, trying to bring him closer to the warm cushion.
The trio weren't doing so great either, they sat in their Common Room, in-front of the warm fire. Hermione was worried for her sister, she had gotten hit by a troll and against the wall, who knows what could've happened. Harry and Ron were also worried, Ron felt hungry but didn't want to eat seeing as his friend was in the Hospital Wing. Harry knew how Hermione felt, somehow feeling the same way she did. Filled with worry and sadness, the three kept sitting on the sofa and armchairs around the fireplace.
Hermione was the first to head to bed, saying she wanted to see Y/n tomorrow. Then it was Ron, who insisted that Harry also came along. Harry agreed, before following Ron up the stairs and into their circled dorm room. When they walked in, they heard the noise of Seamus snoring and Neville mumbling under his breath in his sleep. Dean had an arm and a leg hanging off the bed, while he had his mouth open and drooling on his pillow.
The three Gryffindor's went to sleep that night, with worry filling every bone and organ in their body. They couldn't help but dream that Y/n was alive and well, and not laying on a bed, ice cold because a troll had decided to break into the castle.
The Slytherin's weren't any better, only the small few. Blaise and Theo were worried more then the Gryffindor's could ever be. Theo had cried most of that night, falling asleep with tear stains on his face. Blaise was worried about both Theo and Y/n, he didn't like seeing his friends in either way. He always seen them with smiles on their faces and the aura of living forever.
Malfoy didn't know what to think, as he laid in bed and stared out the window at the fish's. The ring of Granger still laying next to his on his nightstand. Was he worried?
Even he couldn't figure that out.