Time Warped Special: Harry Potter Part 2

Georgia unlocked the door, and burst inside, raising her wand. Harry followed, and Ron, shrugging at Conner, burst in afterwards. Hermione was inside a cubicle, when the troll decided to swing its club at the cubicles. With a smash, Hermione was thrown to the floor. She screamed again, and Conner ran forwards.

“Hermione, move!” Conner shouted.

Hermione crawled along the cubicles, and the troll swung again. More cubicles smashed onto her. Georgia looked at Harry, urging him to help.

“Confuse it!” Georgia shouted at him.

Harry grabbed a tap and threw it as hard as he could against the wall. The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Conner. It hesitated, and then made for him instead of Hermione, lifting its club as it went. Conner dodged the swinging club, and ran past a row of sinks, which the troll smashed behind him. He dived sideways, and landed near Hermione. The troll was about to strike again when Ron threw a metal pipe at it.

“Oi, pea-brain!” Ron shouted as he threw the pipe.
“Careful!” Georgia warned.

The troll didn’t seem to even notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard Georgia’s yelled warning and paused again, turning its ugly snout towards Ron instead, giving Harry and Georgia time to move out of the way.

“Come on, run, run!” Conner yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her towards the sinks, and Harry and Georgia, but she couldn’t move, her mouth open with terror.

The troll was driven berserk by all the shouting and screams, and lunged at Ron. At that point, Harry leapt on the troll’s back, and was flung upwards, grabbing its neck. In confusion, the troll swung its club wildly around, and lashed out with it. Hermione was grabbed by Conner, who slid down the wall as the troll’s club smashed over their heads. Georgia raised her wand at the same time as Ron, and both bellowed the same spell, in unison.

“Wingardium Leviosa!” Georgia and Ron shouted, guiding their wands to the troll’s club.

The club rose up in the air, and came thumping down on the troll’s head. Harry fell off the troll’s neck, and scrambled away to where Georgia had her wand raised triumphantly. Georgia noticed that Harry’s wand didn’t go up the troll’s nostrils, and wondered other things she and Conner were changing just by being there. The troll hit the floor unconscious. The five friends turned towards the door at the sound of approaching footsteps.
“It’s not dead is it? It’s just knocked out…” Conner said, hauling Hermione up off the floor.
“Yeah it is,” Georgia said. “Well done Ron!”
“Thanks, but you helped,” Ron replied, with a grin on his face.
“Ron… Harry…” Hermione said quietly “thanks. And you Conner and Georgia.”
“So, are we friends now?” Harry asked.

Georgia, Hermione, Ron and Conner laughed, until Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Snape and Quirrell entered, shocked expressions turned up fully. Quirrell whimpered as the troll let out a snort. Professor McGonagall looked furious.

“What on earth were you thinking of?” she asked, nostrils flaring. “You’re lucky you weren’t killed. Why aren’t you in your dormitory?”

Snape gave Harry a piercing look, and Ron lowered his wand sheepishly. Then, a voice came out of the shadows. It was Hermione.

“Please, Professor McGonagall – they were looking for me.”
“Miss Granger!”
“I went looking for the troll because I – I thought I could deal with it on my own – you know, because I’ve read about them.”

Ron dropped his wand. Hermione Granger, telling a downright lie to a teacher? It was as if Snape had started giving out sweets. Harry was speechless, as Hermione hung her head.

“If they hadn’t found me, I’d be dead by now. Conner saved me, Harry jumped on its back, and Ron and Georgia knocked it out with its own club,” Hermione continued. “They didn’t have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when the four of them arrived.”

Harry and Ron tried to look as if this story wasn’t new to them, and Georgia and Conner smiled, knowing how good friends Harry, Ron and Hermione would become, and themselves too, by the looks of it.
“Well - in that case…” Professor McGonagall said, staring at all five of them. “Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?”

Hermione didn’t reply, but continued to look down.

“Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this,” Professor McGonagall concluded. “I’m very disappointed in you. If you’re not hurt at all, you’d better get off to Gryffindor Tower. Students are finishing the feast in their Houses.”

Hermione left. Professor McGonagall turned to Harry, Ron, Georgia and Conner.

“I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a fully grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go.”

Harry and Ron left, and Georgia and Conner hurried after. Mist filled the air, but nothing could dampen Georgia and Conner’s spirits. The scene de-mystified, but Conner’s spirits were still high. There were banners being held all around him, and Conner noticed he was wearing a Gryffindor scarf. He was watching Quidditch, and it was Harry’s first match. Harry zoomed round, looking for the snitch, but was blocked by Flint. At that moment, Conner gasped, as Harry’s broom began bucking wildly, throwing Harry off. Fortunately, Harry managed to grab the broom, but was left hanging on by one hand. Conner looked around, and saw Hermione waving Hagrid’s binoculars, looking at the crowd. Hagrid covered his mouth with his hand in shock.

“What are you doing?” Ron asked Hermione, looking grey-faced.
“I knew it,” Hermione gasped. “Snape – look.”

Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stand opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering non-stop under his breath.

“He’s doing something – jinxing the broom,” said Hermione.
“What should we do?” Ron asked.
“Leave it to me.”

Before Ron could say another word, Hermione disappeared into the crowd. Conner leapt after her, not wanting to lose her. He knew, after all, that Snape wasn’t jinxing the broom, and that it was in fact Professor Quirrell, and Conner wanted to make sure Hermione knocked into him. If she didn’t, Conner would have to stop him himself.
“Come on Hermione,” Ron muttered desperately, leaning forwards to comfort the terrified Georgia in front of him.

Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood and was now racing along the row behind him. Dodging Professor Quirrell, she ducked in the row behind Snape. Conner ran to catch up, pushing Quirrell as he went. Professor Quirrell toppled backwards, landing on the pitch. Hermione set fire to Snape’s robes, and Snape stamped them out. This gave Hermione and Conner time to get back to their stand, and Harry time to clamber back onto his broom. Ron looked at Hermione happily.

“You did it!” he cried.
“I know!” Hermione grinned.
“Neville, you can look now,” Conner said at Neville, who had been sobbing into Hagrid for the last five minutes.

Neville did not respond. Conner pushed past Dean Thomas to get to Neville. Lavender stepped in his way, and Conner could only call to him, as mist surrounded him.

“Neville!” Conner called. “Neville!”

Conner woke up, saying Neville’s name. He looked around the dormitory, and found he could not see Neville at all. Conner climbed out of bed and ran over to Neville’s. He walked over to the dormitory stairs, and hurried down them. What Conner saw made him jump in shock.

Neville was lying flat on his back, his arms snapped to his side. He was lying by the door, and Conner remembered what happened in the book. Neville had caught Harry, Ron and Hermione trying to leave Gryffindor Common Room to get to the Philosopher’s Stone before Snape did, where in fact it was actually Quirrell who sought the Stone. Hermione had used the spell Petrificus Totalus on Neville, which had placed him under a full body bind curse. Taking out his wand, Conner undid the spell that had been cast on Neville, who immediately grabbed him.

“We have to stop Ron, Harry and Hermione from getting out! They’re going to get Gryffindor in trouble again,” Neville said desperately.
“We don’t want to get caught too Neville,” Conner pointed out. “Let’s just wait until they get back. Ok?”
“Ok Conner,” Neville said, before falling asleep.

Conner lifted him by the armpits, and began dragging him back to his bed. It was nearing the end of the year, and Conner wondered what would happen to him that summer. He also wondered where the Doctor was, and whether he’d caught the Colossal. Conner realised how long a year it had been, despite he and Georgia only experiencing bits of it. He laughed as he remembered the spells they had learnt, and the eventful breakfast where Peeves let loose a jar of imps. He laughed at the fact the he of all people got to learn spells at Hogwarts! As the mist rolled into the dormitory, Conner was glad he’d had such a good year.

End of Part 2