How a marauder deals with a troll [ENG]

Okej, så första kapitlet är adopterat, men resten har jag skrivit.

Kapitel än så länge: 2

färdigskriven: nej

Handling: Tänk om Harry räddade Hermione utan Ron.

Shipping: Harry/Hermione

Kapitel 1
Harry rushed down the corridor, desperate to find Hermione. It was Hallowe'en, 1991, and Professor Quirrell had just announced to the Great Hall that there was a troll in the dungeons. Hermione did not know this. Ron Weasley, Harry's friend (though Harry was starting to question whether he really wanted to be friends with someone who was such a jerk to people), had insulted her until she ran off crying. Her roommates, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Sally-Ann Perks, had tried to talk her into coming out, with no success. Now, she was in danger. Because Weasley couldn't engage his brain before opening his mouth!

He stopped dead, stunned. The troll was right in front of him. Worse, he was headed into the girls' bathroom- the exact same girls' bathroom he was headed for.

Hermione was trapped inside.

Summoning his Gryffindor courage, Harry burst into the loo accompanied by Hermione's scream. The troll was looming over her, raising its club to strike her. Hermione was paralyzed with fear, pushed up against the far wall.

Whipping out his wand, Harry incanted the first spell which came to mind, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The troll tried to swing, and lurched. Looking up, it saw its club still in its hand, and tried to swing again.

The club refused to move.

The troll exercised its tiny mind trying to figure out what was going on, but coming up blank. The club stayed firmly in place, not budging in the slightest.

The troll's attention suitably diverted, Harry waved at Hermione to slip past the troll and himself, which she did hurriedly. When she reached Harry, she got behind him and clung to him from behind. Both were surprised by how good this felt.

Looking at the troll, they saw him now facing his club, pulling on it with both hands. A devilish smirk appeared on Harry's face as he glanced over his shoulder at Hermione and said, "Oh, this is just too good to pass up."

And the next time the troll put his full strength behind pulling on his club, Harry released his spell.

Like an old Three Stooges short, the released club swung forward with the troll's full strength... right into his own face. When the troll released the club, Harry quickly grabbed it with a new Levitation Charm and smacked the dizzy troll again left to right, and right to left, saying, "Quit hitting yourself," with each of the four blows. When the troll looked to be barely standing, he turned the club endwise and nudged the troll backwards. It fell with a thud they both felt in their shoes.

Harry dropped the club and said, "Are you alright, Hermione?" A frantic, relieved nod from the girl was followed by a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What are you doing here, Harry?" she said.

"Quirrell burst into the Great Hall saying there was a troll," Harry explained. "I knew you were still in here, so I came to warn you and get you safely to the Common Room."

"Thank you, Harry," Hermione breathed, "you saved my life."

"Indeed, Mr. Potter," came a familiar stern voice from behind them. Both First Years spun to see their Head of House, Minerva McGonagall, standing in the doorway, Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick behind her. Seeing the unconscious troll on the floor behind them, she said, "Perhaps we should discuss this in my office, whilst Professors Dumbledore and Flitwick deal with our... 'gate-crasher', I believe the term is? I for one would like to know how two of my First Year lions defeated a fully-grown mountain troll."

Holding Hermione close (for she was still too frightened to let go completely), Harry followed his Head of House to her office, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Hermione could be a real friend to him, certainly a better friend than Ron.



Dumbledore and Flitwick stared after the two First Years until they turned the corner, then turned their attentions to their rather smelly guest. "Remarkable," Albus said to his colleague. "Any bets on whether Mr. Potter and Miss Granger will become romantically involved when they get older?"

Filius smirked and replied, "Albus, you don't pay me enough to throw it away on a sucker bet like that."

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Professor McGonagall took Harry and Hermione to her office. Everything in the room was in Gryffindor colours. The walls were covered in pictures of Gryffindor's quidditchteam through the years. . She charmed a couch for Harry and Hermione to sit in.

''Ok, I would like an explanation, now'' Professor McGonagall said.

Harry and Hermione exchanged looks, what were they supposed to say.

''Ron insulted Hermione after our charms lesson today. He said that she was horrible and had no friends. I was going to defend her, but she walked away before I could. I really regret that I didn't go after her or told Ron off. I heard the other Gryffindor girls talking about how she was crying in the girls' bathroom and refused to come out. So when professor Quirrel announced that there was a troll at Hogwarts, I knew that Hermione wouldn't know about it. The troll was supposed to be in the dungeons so I thought it would be safe for a while and went for her,'' Harry said nervously, still holding Hermione.

''He used wingardium leviosa and made the troll hitting himself with the club, I was frozen of fear but I still remember it. He was so brave!'' Hermione said and gave a flushing Harry a thankful look.

''You really were brave, Mr. Potter, you've shown a big amount of courage and for that you'll get awarded with twenty points to Gryffindor, but I also need to take five points from Mr. Weasley for insulting another student, now I believe you can return to Gryffindor tower and get something to eat,'' Professor McGonagall smiled at them and let them out from her office.

Harry and Hermione walked slowly to Gryffindor tower, not wanting to face Ron.

''Hermione, I'm so sorry that I didn't defend you earlier. And the things on the train, it's obvious that all you wanted was friends and we weren't nice to you,'' Harry apologized.

''Harry, it's not your fault. I've bin a real pain-in-the-ass and a total know-it-all. You never insulted me, like many others did,'' Hermione said and hugged him.

''Weasley-brat was wrong, you have friends, I'm one of them,'' Harry said.

''Oh, Harry! I don't want to be rude, but why were you even friends with him in the first place, he always seamed selfish and such,'' Hermione said.

''I know, he was the first friend I've ever had, if you can call him a friend, he was really selfish on the train and he always talks about himself and food,'' Harry said, feeling a little embarrassed.

''You had no friends before?'' Hermione asked.

''No, my cousin Dudley would beat up any one who was nice to me, not that it was necessary, nobody ever was,'' Harry said.

''Nobody wanted to be friends with freaky bookworm Granger either,'' Hermione said.

''We muggleborn-freaks have to stick to each other,'' Harry said.

''But Harry you're not…''

''I know, but I grew up as one, I didn't know anything about the magical world even though I'm half-blood,'' Harry said.

They were outside the entrance to Gryffindor tower.

''Time to get inside,''

Everybody stared at them as they walked in.

''Where have you bin?'' Ron yelled with food in his mouth.

Harry was surprised there still was food left on the table with Ron there.

''Probably snogging,'' Fred and George shouted and giggled.

''Harry saved me from the troll,'' Hermione said, flushing at the comment.

''And we don't wanna talk about it,'' Harry said before anyone could ask.

Harry dragged Hermione to get some food and they could hear disappointed muttering in the room.

''Harry, why don't you eat?'' Hermione asked as they sat down in the corner.

''I've already eaten,'' Harry said.

''So have the rest of the people in the room and yet they're all eating. And you did just defeat a troll,'' Hermione said.

''But I've already eaten more than enough,'' Harry said.

''If you say so,'' Hermione said, not wanting to start an argument.

Harry watched Hermione eat in silence.

''Goodnight Harry, and thank you so much again,'' she said when she was finished.

''No problem,'' Harry said.

Hermione kissed his cheek and they both flushed and went to their respective dorms.

Jättebra! Antar att det är en själviskare version av Ron här. Inte för att han är helt osjälvisk i originalet då.

Glömde posta

The next morning Harry woke up early. But he stayed in his bed for several minutes just to make sure yesterday hadn’t been a dream. By the time he made it down to the common room, Hermione was already waiting there.
‘’Good morning Harry! Ready for breakfast,’’ she asked eagerly.
‘’Sure,’’ Harry said and smiled.
They walked out of the common room not even noticing that they held each other’s hands.

Harry felt much better eating breakfast than he had when he ate with Ron. Ron was a like a pig when it came to eating, and his sloppy eating habits disgusted everyone around him. Hermione was not like him at all, and since she didn’t shove food down her throat, they could actually have a conversation.
‘’What’s our first class?’’ Harry asked.
‘’It’s bin two months and you still haven’t memorised our schedule,’’ Hermione said and rolled her eyes.
‘’No, but what is our first class then?’’ Harry said, also rolling his eyes.
‘’Transfiguration,’’ Hermione said.
‘’Oh, please tell me that essay isn’t due today,’’ Harry begged.
‘’Tomorrow,’’ Hermione said.
‘’Thank the holy god in heaven,’’ Harry said and raised his arms in the air.
‘’Amen,’’ Hermione said and they both fell laughing at the floor.
‘’Is there a problem Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger?’’ professor McGonagall asked as she walked by.
‘’No, professor,’’ they replied.
‘’Well, then I suggest you get yourselves together, I will not have students late for my class,’’ professor McGonagall said, even though it was one and a half hour until the class started.
‘’Yes professor,’’ They said and walked out of great hall.

Harry and Hermione walked slowly towards McGonagall’s classroom.
‘’Harry, what about going to the library before the lesson?’’ Hermione asked.
‘’I think that’s a good idea. I need to catch up on homework after spending so much time with Ron,’’ Harry said.
‘’He is really lacy,’’ Hermione said.
‘’Yeah, most of the time he just talks Quidditch, food, Quidditch and more Quidditch, it distracted me from homework’’ Harry sighed.
‘’Speaking of Quidditch, when is your first game?’’ Hermione asked.
Harry stared at her. ‘’I thought you hated Quidditch,’’ Harry said.
‘’I wanna be there and watch you. I only dislike Quidditch because I don’t understand it and no one ever bothered to explain it to me. That book, Quidditch through the ages, wasn’t helping,’’ Hermione said and she looked really upset no being able to learn something from a book.
‘’I can explain the rules if you want but I can’t explain how some people are obsessed it,’’ Harry said.
Hermione nodded. They talked Quidditch on their way to the library. Hermione was glad she finally understood how it worked.
‘’Thank you so much Harry! If you want I can help you with the essay so you can turn it in today,’’ Hermione said as they sat down at the table.
‘’I would really appreciate that,’’ Harry said and pulled out his half-done essay from his schoolbag. ‘’I’ve done half of it I think,’’
Hermione eyed through the essay in five seconds.
‘’That’s really good Harry, I see you did pay attention to the lesson, some of this was not in our book,’’ Hermione said.
‘’Thanks, I did,’’ Harry said.
Hermione pulled out a book from her own schoolbag and gave it to Harry.
‘’I bought this in Diagon allay, it helped me with my essay,’’ she said.

Harry finished his essay fast with the help of Hermione. They still had about forty-five minutes before transfiguration.
‘’Harry, what about playing twenty questions, but with ten instead?’’ Hermione asked.
‘’Sure, I’ve heard of it but I’ve never had someone to play it with,’’ Harry said, shrugging.
‘’Ok, I’ll start, what’s your favourite book,’’ Hermione asked.
‘’I think I’ll have to say Lord of the rings,’’ Harry said.
‘’Hogwarts a history,’’ Hermione said. ‘’Have you read it?’’
‘’No,’’ Harry said.
‘’You can borrow it from me if you want, but anyway, it’s you turn’’ Hermione said.
‘’What’s your favourite colour?’’ Harry asked.
‘’Light blue,’’ Hermione said
‘’Black,’’ Harry said and memorized her answer.
‘’What’s your favourite class? In muggle school’’ Hermione asked.
‘’Maths,’’ Harry said. ‘’I liked History too,’’
‘’I liked maths too,’’ Hermione said and smiled.
‘’What was your least favourite class then?’’ Harry asked, wondering if Hermione could dislike a class.
‘’P.E,’’ Hermione said and shivered.
‘’That was my least favourite class too, especially dodgeball and American football,’’ Harry said, remembering being beaten by Dudley’s gang doing those sports.
‘’Harry we have to go now or madame Pince will get mad,’’ Hermione said.
‘’Sure, let’s just hope we won’t meet Weasley,’’

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