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Chapter XXIII

31st October, 1991

Hogwarts grounds
“You can go to the feast, you needn’t keep me company,” Harry calmly said. Though he tried to hide it his friends could see he didn’t want to be alone.
“I’m sure it will be very noisy in the Great Hall and you know how my parents would feel about all of the sugar,” Hermione said, taking his hand as she sat beside him.
“I much prefer the traditional celebrations of Samhain,” Draco said, taking a seat on Harry’s other side.
“Tell us about them,” Hermione requested. She was honestly curious, the fact it would distract Harry from melancholy thoughts was an added bonus.
“I suppose it would be alright,” Draco smiled. The muggleborn witch was ever curious about the Wizarding world. It was no surprise she had ended in Ravenclaw house. “There are those in our world who still celebrate the old ways, mostly purebloods. As Samhain is the beginning of the new year according to the old ways it is a time of giving thanks to the Gods and Goddesses as well as preparing for the coming year. Most importantly it is at this time the veil between the worlds of the living and dead is thinnest.”
“But the Wizarding world is full of ghosts year-round,” Hermione pointed out.
“Yes,” Draco agreed, “however, most choose to travel on. On the eve of Samhain these spirits are more likely to be seen by those of this plane. My father says it’s also on Samhain Eve that those spirits who remained tied to this plane are better able to affect the physical plane.”
“You mean if the Bloody Baron for instance wished to attack a living being he would have an easier time doing so today?” Hermione asked.
“I believe so,” Draco replied. “Alright Harry?” The silence of the other boy hadn’t escaped his notice.
Harry nodded. “What do you do during a traditional celebration?”
“Well to begin with all the fires in the house are extinguished. Of course in a manor house such as the Malfoys and Potters own it is usually only the main fire that is extinguished. Those of like mind gather together at an ancient site similar to Stonehenge. A bonfire is lighted and the gathered dressing in costume dance, tell stories and place various offerings to the Gods and Goddesses within the flames. Cakes and ale are shared as well. Finally at the evening’s end as the clock strikes midnight the wives of each family retrieve still hot embers from the now extinguished bonfire. The witches then apparate home with the embers, relighting the household fire completing the circle for another year.”
“That seems much more meaningful than muggle celebrations,” Hermione commented.
“Yes it...” Here Harry broke off as his attention was taken by an unusual sight near one of the side entrances to Hogwarts. “Is that Professor Quirrell?”
The others looked in the direction indicated, quickly confirming the wizard’s identity. “By Merlin that’s a troll!” Draco exclaimed.
“What?” Hermione cried. “Why would a professor bring something so dangerous into a school?”
“Why indeed?” Harry asked, giving Hermione a significant look.
“Do you think he’s after it?” Hermione asked, catching on quickly.
“What are you two talking about?” Draco demanded. He hated feeling left out of things.
“The third floor corridor,” Harry replied.
Draco gave his friends a confused look. “Are you saying there is something hidden there?”
“Yes, hadn’t you realized?” Hermione replied.
“Honestly I hadn’t given it much thought,” Draco admitted. “I simply supposed there was some sort of structural damage. After all Hogwarts is a thousand years old.”
“That is a reasonable assumption,” Hermione had to agree. “I suppose this means there is hope for the Wizarding world,” she commented to Harry.
Harry grinned. “Must be if Draco can apply logic,” he teased.
“Very funny,” Draco dryly responded to the teasing. Truthfully he was relieved to see his friend joking a bit. His earlier pensive mood had been a bit uncomfortable, though he would readily admit the other boy had reason. “Should we alert the teachers?”
“No need,” Harry said, nodding towards a window where Professor Snape stood looking at the troll. “He must be going to tell the headmaster now,” he continued as the man turned from the window.
“I suppose we should remain outside?” Hermione asked.
“It would probably be safest,” Harry answered.
“Besides the headmaster will likely lock the school down until they find the troll rather than risk anything else gaining access,” Draco added.
Hogwarts Great Hall

Halloween Feast
When Severus arrived at the feast he gave the headmaster a significant look. This look was quickly returned with a nod of the elderly wizard’s head, acknowledging the silent message. Glancing upon the assembled students Dumbledore frowned at the absence of Harry Potter and his friends. Turning towards Filius he was about to make enquiries when the doors to the Great Hall flew open with a bang.
“Ttroll in the ddungeons, thought you should know,” Professor Quirrell stuttered before falling to the floor in a seeming faint.
A troll? Well he hadn’t expected the man to use something quite so dangerous as a distraction, but it couldn’t be helped now. Standing the headmaster fired off a noisemaker in order to gain the attention of the rapidly panicking students. “Prefects please escort your houses to the dormitories, teachers with me.” Nobody seemed to notice that the Slytherins were being ordered towards the very area in which the troll was currently located.
Out by the lake Harry and the others watched students on the stairs. They couldn’t see much through the windows from their vantage point but it was enough to tell them their friends and classmates were being evacuated to safety. They remained where they were for some time, waiting for some sign that it was safe to return to the castle.
Hermione nearly screamed when Hagrid appeared, walking towards his cabin. For a moment she had thought it was the troll escaping from the castle.
“’arry, ‘ermione, Draco, what are you three doin’ out here?” Hagrid rumbled when he caught sight of them.
“We didn’t feel like going to the feast,” Harry replied with a shrug. “Was the troll caught?”
“How’d you know about the troll?”
“We saw Professor Quirrell letting it in.”
“Ya must’ve been mistaken ‘arry,” Hagrid protested. “Why would a professor let something so dangerous into the school?”
“I don’t know why Hagrid, but I know what I saw,” Harry firmly replied. “We all did,” he added.
“You should tell Professor Dumbledore,” was Hagrid’s opinion.
“Didn’t Professor Snape?” Hermione asked.
“What do ya mean?”
“He saw the troll. He watched from the window and then he turned away. We thought he must be going to tell the headmaster.”
Hagrid frowned. “We didn’t know anything about a troll until Professor Quirrell came into hall to tell us. There now, ya see ya must’ve been wrong. Why would the professor warn everybody if’n he was the one what let the troll in?”
Draco opened his mouth to argue but he shut it promptly when he received an elbow to the ribs from Hermione.
“I suppose you’re right Hagrid,” Harry agreed. “It must have been the light playing tricks.”
“Yeah, that must be it. You lot best be getting up to the castle now,” the half-giant advised.
Agreeing the three children hurried inside. They were nearly to their common room when they were intercepted by Professors Snape and McGonagall.
“Potter, what are you doing out of your common room? Thought you’d play the hero perhaps,” Snape sneered.
“I didn’t want to attend the feast, Hermione and Draco decided to keep me company. We were out by the lake.”
For a moment, before he successfully hid it, a hint of fear could be seen in the dark eyes of the Slytherin head. “Of course you weren’t, that will be fifty points each for being out of bounds and lying to a Professor.”
“Professor McGonagall we’re not lying nor were we told that it was forbidden to skip the feast,” Harry said, turning to the deputy head.
“Perhaps you could explain why you didn’t wish to attend the feast Mr. Potter,” Minerva invited.
“It is the night my parents were murdered, I don’t particularly care for the idea of celebrating their loss,” Harry patiently explained.
“Nonsense, you can’t possibly remember them,” Snape scoffed.
“Not that it is any of your concern Professor but this past summer I found their journals in my vault. This allowed me to better know them, if you see what I mean. The result is that I am now better able to fully appreciate what it is I lost on that night ten years ago.”
“This may be true Mr. Potter but it doesn’t prove you were where you claim to have been,” McGonagall pointed out.
“Would an oath do?” Before anybody could prevent it Harry swore on his magic that his explanation as to his whereabouts and the reasons for it were truthful. When he was then able to cast a lumos spell there was no further doubt.
“Very well Mr. Potter, I will cancel the points taken by Professor Snape. You three should return to your common room now.”
“Yes ma’am, thank you.” Without another word the three children made their way to the Ravenclaw common room. Their arrival was greeted with much excitement and similar questions to those asked by the Professors. An explanation was given, satisfying their classmates, after which the three retired to a comfortable corner.
“You should contact Amelia Harry,” Hermione advised.
“And I will contact my father,” Draco added.
“I will of course, first thing Hermione.”
“I don’t think you should wait Harry, nor you Draco.”
The two boys exchanged a glance before looking to the young witch for an explanation. Hermione huffed a breath. “Boys,” she whispered in seeming exasperation. “You both saw, I’m sure, the look on Professor Snape’s face when he realized where we had been.” Upon seeing them nod the girl continued. “Do you want to chance him doing something to prevent you telling anybody what you saw?”
The boys appeared horror struck at this idea. Both were somewhat chagrined to realize the thought hadn’t crossed their minds. “Good thing Hedwig stays in the dorm,” Harry commented. “I don’t think we should chance the owlery tonight.”
“No, that wouldn’t be advisable,” Draco agreed. “Harry can I borrow Hedwig?”
“Of course Draco, I was just about to offer.” He turned to Hermione. “You should write to your parents as well. The more people who are aware of what occurred tonight the more difficult to cover it up.”
“Then you’ll be writing your grandfather?” Hermione asked.
“Of course,” Harry replied. “It’s a good thing Hedwig is a strong owl, she’ll be getting quite a workout tonight,” he grinned.
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