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Slightly more perverted "Harry Potter" Reboot	By : Artemis1990 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 386958 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 37
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Chapter 6: Trick and Troll
Harry is nervous, incredibly so that he is starting to wonder how the hell his head of house manage to rope him into this. On his left and right are fellow hufflepuffs wearing yellow and black jersey, thick leather gloves and matching boots while holding a broom in their hands. His memory unconsciously went back to what happened at the breakfast time of the next day after his first flying lesson.
Professor Sprout had approached him during breakfast along with Madam Hooch and a seventh year wearing a badge on his robe with the initial QC. The same professor's first sentence told him the reason they are looking for him, "Mr. Potter, let me introduce you." She pointed toward the guy before continuing, "This is Albert Ballen, 7th year and Hufflepuff's Quidditch team captain. He... Has a proposition for you."
The three then took him to the Quidditch field for a crash course on Quidditch and a test of his flying ability using borrowed broom belonging to the school, an aging silver arrow. Despite the broom's dismal performance, Harry actually performs rather well which impressed the three spectator, all of whom commented that he was a natural flier. Without further delay, he was inducted officially as the team's reserve chaser at least until next year when he will be allowed to have his own broom.
When he told Hermione about it, she was ecstatic for him as she informed him that she had saw a bronze plate on a display that his father was a chaser too during his school year, for the Gryffindor team. Harry cannot help but smile at the knowledge, he finds something in common with his biological father and it was a great present beyond believe.
His surprise wasn't done yet though until the dinner feast the same day when an owl burst through the window carrying a long parcel in its grasp. The animal circled above him a few times before dropping its burden on his lap and flew away immediately afterward. Hermione who was sitting accross him peeked at the item sitting on her best friend before her eyes widen as she saw the tip of the item's handle peeking out of the wrapping.
The girl's shock wasn't lost on Harry as he untied the string holding the wrapper and let the brown paper spread open, revealing its content. Gasps from the students around him could be heard as they laid eyes on the item, hell he felt like doing the same as he saw a broom sitting on his lap with the marking: Nimbus 2000 Serial No. 00011. A glance to the staff table immediately told him the sender of the gift as McGonagall AND Snape gave him a very subtle nod, the latter even sent him a passive legilimancy saying, 'Consider it an early celebratory present from us. Congratulation on making the house team, Harry.'

Now nearly a week afterward, during Halloween no less, the black haired boy's thought is interrupted by a tap from Albert as he speaks, "Nervous, Harry? Its too bad that Adam has to pull out due to a fever... But don't worry, you will be fine, just do your best like in practice." Harry nods at the 7th year, he has learned that despite magical potions being able to cure nearly anything, common cold apparently isn't one of them.
Soon, the announcer starts the introduction for the Ravenclaw team as one by one, the students with blue and bronze jerseys takes to the air while Albert turns to his teammates, "Alright mateys!! On your brooms!!" His teammates mounts their brooms and one by one, they takes to the sky as they are being introduced.
Harry is floating in the middle of the Hufflepuff team still feeling quite nervous. He gulps as he sees the Ravenclaw beaters' predatory look as if they are looking forward to knocking every single Hufflepuffs to the ground. Soon, Madame Hooch blows her whistles as she kicks the ball box open and Harry sees a pair of black metal balls called the bludgers shoot out of it along with a streak of gold which he knows to be the snitch that the seekers will have to catch. With a shout of "Game Start!" from the flying instrustor as she tosses a red leather skinned ball, the only which apparently isn't enchanted to be sentient, to the air and the match is on.
Harry immediately shoots toward the red ball the moment it is airbourne just as his captain has intructed him to do. According to the guy, with his Nimbus 2000, he most likely has the fastest broom on the field and therefore advantage against the players of the opposite team. The analysis, simple as it was, apparently spots on as Harry manages to grab the ball just split second before the Ravenclaw chaser.
He immediately tosses the ball to the other Hufflepuff chaser who scores a quick easy shot for their team with a fast break. The Hufflepuffs are ecstatic at the goal, their tactic has worked. Unfortunately, their happiness is short-lived as the 'Claws retaliate with their own attack and scored barely a few minutes later for a tie. The stolen goal sobers the Hufflepuffs team that the game has just started and will only gets more intense.
Nearly an hour has passed since the Quaffle toss and neither seeker from both team has spot the snitch while the chasers keep trying to increase their points even with the beaters keep trying to prevent them. Sitting from the spectator stand, Hermione has to concede that Harry looks very much in his element up there as he zips all over the place, barrel-rolling to evade the bludgers or out-racing the other players. Although he does very few shots toward the goal, he proof to be incredibly accurate with his passes or intercepting the other team's.
That is when trouble rears its ugly head when the girl sees her friend's broom suddenly freezes in mid air as if someone has applied the brake the moment Harry manages to intercept another pass. A gasp escaped her lips when the same broom starts jerking around violently like a bucking horse trying to throw off its rider. She sees Harry manages to throw the Quaffle in his arm to another chaser before going back to gripping the handle to his broom as if his life depends on it.*
Her gasp attracts the attention of the person next to her who then points toward the air, "Look!! What is happening up there...?! It's Potter!! His broom is malfunctioning!!" The rest of the Hufflepuffs now turn toward their new chaser and shouts in shock when the broom throws its rider off of it, causing Harry to barely holding on with his hands while the broom keep jerking although it seem not as violent as before.*
Hermione looks to the side as she scans the stands for her head of house when something else catches her attention. On the other side of the tribune is Snape who has his eyes locked on Harry's position while his lips seem to be muttering something. Hermione's eyes narrows as she stands up abruptly before going down the stand toward the entry.*
The brunette's eyes are burning with determination and purpose as she sprints through the hall leading to the other side of the stadium. She knows that time is of the essence, that broom could throw off her best friend anytime and she isn't sure if Harry can survive a freefall from such a height as she thought to herself, 'Not this time....'*
The girl skids to a stop as she starts to climb the stair that will take her approximately to the professor's position as she draws her wand. Once she is sure that she is located behind the professor's sitting position, she slips her wand through the small hole and points it toward the edge of the professor's robe and mutters a charm that she had read on one of the book in the library.
A light blue flame shoots from the tip of her wand and connects with the professor's robe causing it to burn. A sound of panic from the other side of the small window tells the girl that her plan has worked as she runs back to the nearest entry to go back to the spectator stand. She emerges through the entry just in time to see that Harry has manages to put himself back on the now calm broom and gets back into the game. A shout alerts the girl that apparently the seekers has spotted the snitch and now vying to catch it before the other.
Although the two seekers are side to side, it is obvious that the Ravenclaw seeker, a pretty asian girl has the advantage with her lighter build and faster broom as she is slowly pulling away from the seventh year Hufflepuff. Harry also sees it from his vantage position but powerless to help... Until he sees the now forgotten quaffle in the hand of a Ravenclaw chaser who is remaining stationary just like the others as all of them are focused on the seeker battle.
Harry shots toward the chaser and steals the Quaffle from the 'Claw who clearly isn't expecting it if the surprised expression etched on his face is any indication. Without wasting any time, Harry hoists the ball over his shoulder before throwing it, not toward the goal but toward the Ravenclaw Seeker. The leather covered ball does not have enough hardness and velocity to make it harmful but it is plenty enough to shock the asian girl to pull the break right before the ball impacts her and instead, allowing it to pass harmlessly in front of her. The stop however proofs costly as the Hufflepuff captain shoots past her and grabs the golden snitch for his house team's victory.
A deafening roar consumes the stadium especially from the Hufflepuff stand as they are standing and yelling their victory in their first game, even Hermione can be found clapping and yelling excitedly. The players starts to descent one by one and Harry finds himself tackled by his captain who wraps his arm over his shoulder as he speaks excitedly, "Bloody hell, Potter!! That was BRILLIANT!! Thanks for the help, buddy!!"
The rest of the Hufflepuffs resounds their praises until they see a 6th year Ravenclaw approaching them. A badge with the initial QC attached to his jersey as he approaches the Hufflepuff contingent. Immediately, everyone in the Hufflepuff team stands on alert, Albert even pushes Harry behind him as he stands protectively in front of him.
The Ravenclaw captain though raises both his hands to show that he is empty-handed and have no malicious intent before speaking, "I don't want to make trouble. I'm just here to tell Potter that it was quite a Slytherin-ish idea he had. Chang was upset abour the trick but it wasn't against the rule." He grinned before continuing, "Don't expect that to work again or I am NOT a Ravenclaw, you hear me?" Harry just nod nervously, though the guy doesn't want to get violent, the warning has been clear enough.
Harry exits the changing room fifteen minutes later after a quick shower and changing into his school robe when he sees Hermione waiting for him. The brunette gives him a wide smile as she speaks, "Congratulation, Harry. First victory in your first game, quite an achievement for your first year at Hogwarts." The boy replies her with a smile of his own as he speaks, "Thanks a lot, Hermione. I appreciate it."
The girl tilts her head slightly as she realize that her best friend's smile doesn't really reach his eyes and asks worriedly, "What's wrong, Harry?" Harry gives her a weak smile, he should have expected her to call him on it as he replies, "It's nothing. Its just... today is Halloween and...." The brunette covers her mouth with an "Oh" as she understands the boy's point. She reaches her arms out and pulls Harry in a hug as she whispers, "Oh, I'm sorry, Harry... I forgot that you lost your parents on this day...."
Harry nods silently on his best friend's shoulder in understanding and acceptance before Hermione pulls herself back and looks at him right in the eye with a grin as she continues, "Well, I think that we should think of your first victory as a tribute to your parents. Afteral, your father played the same position as you during his school year here." This time Harry smiles heartily as he replies, "I guess you're right. Thanks, Hermione."
Feeling much happier now, Harry walks toward the great hall for dinner with Hermione next to him as they chat about their take on the game, especially on Harry's point of view on his first game. It is clear though that Hermione isn't as excited as him about the "sport" as she speaks, "... Well, I'm pretty sure that I will give Quidditch a miss. I mean... I can't imagine myself being that high up in the air with no safety precaution, not even a seatbelt, while being shot by cannonballs. I prefer sitting in the safe and comfy seat in Hogwarts library, thank you very much."
Harry rolls his eyes at the girl’s statement but refrains from commenting about it. Personally, he thinks that the brunette is just being a little paranoid and he was the one who was in the air in a deathly situation not even half an hour ago. Still, he knows that arguing with the brunette will accomplish nothing, the girl might be his best friend but keeping her opinion on something to herself is NOT one of her virtue. Besides, he is already used to it since the girl literally has opinion on EVERYTHING. Although most of the time her point is right but doesn’t mean he has to like it.
When they reach a crossroad, Hermione suddenly turns to Harry and says, “Sorry, Harry. I need to go to the restroom for a bit.” The boy immediately offers to wait for her, earning him a smile from the girl as she shakes her head, “Don’t, Harry. Just go ahead, you must be famished with how little you ate at lunch.” Truth to be told, the brunette’s deduction is accurate, Harry didn’t ate enough during lunch both due to his nervousness on his first game and the fact having full stomach before working out would be extremely foolish. Still, it is just proper etiquette to wait. The girl rolls her eyes as she continues, “I won’t be long, I promise. Just go ahead and safe me a seat.” Harry finally nods albeit reluctantly, it just doesn’t feel right for him to leave but since the girl is adamant, he just cannot refuse.
Harry reaches the great hall soon enough and immediately makes his way to the Hufflepuff table to much cheering by his housemates. He doesn’t have the heart to destroy their good mood by reminding them that he lost his parents at this very same day too so decides that it is better to let them continue. He grabs several items from the prepared platters and place them into his plate including a chicken tight, several slices of roast beef and baked potatoes as well as a glass of pumpkin juice.
He starts to eat accompanied with some light chatting with his housemates, most of them praising his skill and quick thinking at the game, Cedric even flashes him a thumb up from the other end of the table. He takes a quick glance toward the staff table and sees both Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall raises their glasses toward him slightly, the latter mouths out wordlessly “For James and Lily…” as the three of them raises their glasses to their lips at the same time in respect for the two heroes, friends and family.
The so-called boy-who-lived has finishes nearly half his plate when the great hall door is thrown open with a loud “BANG” as Professor Quirrel enters. The turban-wearing man stutters as he speaks, “Troll… in the dungeon… thought you should know….” Before suddenly collapsing to the floor like a marionette which has its strings cut.
For a moment, the entire hall is silent as if they are trying to process the information they as heard before suddenly a scream comes from one of the student sets the panic ball rolling. Pandemonium erupts as every single student is running around in panic in attempt to get away from the threat.
The headmaster stands up from his “throne” as draws his wand before pointing it to his throat as he casts, “Sonorus” before speaking toward the students with his magically amplified voice, “Calm down!!” Instantly, the students stops moving as they turn toward the headmaster who continues, “Head Boy, Head Girl, and Prefects, lead the students back to their dorms and make sure they stay there while the staffs handle the issue. Dismissed, now.”
Soon, the students start walking out of the great hall back toward their dorms when Harry looks around for his best friend yet finding no sight of Hermione’s brown hair when his eyes widen as he turns toward the first year next to him which happens to be Ernie, “Ernie, did you see Hermione at the feast?”
The blonde turns to him as he walks, “Now that you mention it… I haven’t seen her since the game ended. Have you seen her, Justin?” Justin Fitch-Fletchley shakes his head as he answers, “Nope, haven’t seen her either, Harry.”
Harry’s expression turns to terror as he speaks, “That means she wouldn’t know about the troll!” The other two boys eyes widen as well as Ernie speaks, “We need to tell the professors and… Harry, wait!!” The blonde’s warning is too late as Harry already dashes out of the group toward the hallway where he and Hermione had separated.
The same time - In the girls’ toilet.
Hermione is sitting on the toilet with her robe drawn up to just above her stomach as she let out a sigh as she thought to herself, ‘Why does the nearest toilet from the great hall have to be the dreariest one…?’ As she sits there, her mind returns to her rather impulsive action back in the stadium. Part of her is feeling guilty at having set a professor’s robe on fire deliberately even if at that time, it has been justified in her mind but that still doesn’t make it right.
In fact, now that she has time to think about it, she didn’t exactly has a firm proof that Professor Snape had been the one to jinx Harry’s broom and she could have been wrong. Moreover, her spell although not intended could have caused a much more serious incident other than singing the target’s robe. In fact, she could have put other people in danger if her spell had gone wrong and ended up burning a section of the stand, it would have been a disaster and she would be to blame.
The brunette puts her face in her hands as her guilt and fear are gnawing on her inside, what if someone is to find out what she did? It is clear to her as they talked that Harry had absolutely no idea of what she had done and frankly, it scares her of what he would think if he does. Would he hate her?
Her thought is broken when she hears a loud sound from outside the door. She quickly cleans herself and flushes the toilet she has been sitting on as she stands up to let her robe fall back down to cover her lower half. She presses her ears to the cubicle door and waits for a few minutes when the loud sound comes again, this time she identifies it as akin to a foot step of a massive creature, the questions are just what is it? And why is it here inside the school?
A low growling sound from behind the door tells the brunette that whatever the creature is, it is close and getting closer to her. Suddenly, the smell comes and she immediately feels ill from it as she immediately put her face down toward the toilet and vacates her stomach, the smell is simply too much for her stomach.*
A loud explosion from outside her cubicle makes the brunette pause on her vomiting as her eyes widen as she realize that she smells stone dust around her. The creature must have broken into the girl’s toilet and therefore right outside of her door. Presses her body against the cubicle door as she tries to blend in with the shadow and remain undetected by the creature as she tentatively looks up to identify the creature.
Through the gap between the cubicle and the ceiling, the brunette sees a grey skinned bald head with tiny eyes, huge nose and a mouth that look like it could swallow her whole. She had seen the picture before and immediately puts her hands over her nose and mouth both to stifle her voice and protects them from the smell permeating from the creature as she thinks to herself, ‘A troll… a huge one at that too… what is it doing here?’*
The massive creature seem to be sniffing something as it approaches the occupied cubicle while Hermione closes her eyes tightly, she knows from her reading that no matter what she does, the troll will most likely find her anyway, if not by her voice, then by her smell as one of the troll’s strength point is their nasal perception. That doesn’t stop her from trying to survive as long as possible though as she presses her body tighter to the cubicle almost as if she is trying to melt into it. A giant hand then reaches out toward her and moves around as if it is looking for something inside the box and Hermione got herself an idea, a reckless idea but an idea nonetheless.*
The girl slowly reaches into her pocket and withdraws her wand from it before pointing it toward the troll limb in front of her as she whispers on of the spell that she has read, “Incendio…” a flash of fire escapes from the tip of her wand and connects with the hand which causes the troll to immediately retracts it as it howls in pain.
The brunette immediately unlocks the cubicle door and leaps out of it to escape just in time as the troll lifts its club and smashes the cubicle with it in retaliation. Hermione looks over her shoulder and her eyes widen in fear as she sees that the troll has seen her and now trying to reach for her. For a moment, the brunette experience flashes of her life as she thinks that she is going to die.*
A shout of her name by a familiar voice from the former door of the toilet alerts the girl that Harry has arrived. She looks up to him and finds him looking toward her before bending to grab one of the stone rubble and throws it toward the troll’s head while shouting, “Get away from her!!”
Although it doesn’t seem that the troll understands his words, it does move its attention from her to the new arrival as it growls and tries to reach for the boy with its empty hand. However, Harry proofs to be too fast for it as he leaps out of its reach before grabbing another stone and throws it once again toward its head, probably trying to hit its eyes to blind it.*
The troll apparently frustrated by its failure to catch the small human swings his club toward Harry who leaps once again out of its way as the club destroys what remains of the stone door. Harry jumps on its back and pulls out his wand although it is apparent that he has no idea what to do with it. With a move that surprise Hermione in both its ingenuity and stupidity,
Harry tries to reach around the troll’s neck as he tries to jab the creature’s eye with the pointy end of his wand… only of it to enter the massive creature’s nostril instead. The troll trashes around as it howls in pain from having the inside of its nose stabbed by the equivalent of a toothpick or needle for human and swings its club wildly as it tries to reach of Harry behind its back with one hand and hopefully dislodge the wand.*
Hermione ducks out of the way with piercing scream as the troll’s club pass above her and smash the other cubicles in its rage before shoutings toward her best friend, “Harry, pull out your wand!!” The black haired boy is still hanging for dear life as he shouts back, “I can’t!! It’s stuck!!”
Finally, the troll seem to have had enough as it let go of its club and let the heavy item to the floor as it now trying to reach for Harry with both of its hands. Hermione looks toward the discarded club as another crazy idea crosses her brain. She points her wand toward the club as speaks, “Wingardium Leviosa!”
Hermione can tell that she is nowhere powerful enough to lift it for long as the item feels incredibly heavy for her to barely even move it but slowly, the heavy club is rising in the air but it is barely reaches the troll’s knee. She positions the club above the troll’s feet before letting it go and hit the troll’s toes.*
The troll now roars in pain from another source and momentarily forgets about the wand that is still stuck on its nose and it reaches down to grab its abused toes. This allows Harry to finally forcefully pull his wand out and jumps down from the troll’s back to stand next to Hermione as he turns to her, “Now what?”
Hermione points her wand toward the club once again as she answers, “Help me with lift this!” the black haired boy nods as he too point his wand toward the discarded item as casts at the same time as his best friend, “Wingardium Leviosa!”
This time, the club rises much higher than the first time, approximately just under 8 feet while the troll is still distracted by its own foot. The two first years visibly struggling to keep the heavy stone club afloat as they position it right above the troll’s head before Hermione shouts, “Now, let go!!”
The club once again drops due to the full of gravity and connects squarely with the back of the troll’s head. The creature’s head smash to the ground face first due to the impact and it let out a groan before finally silence as it pass out.*
Harry and Hermione are panting loudly due to their exertion of energy when they hear footsteps from the direction of the door behind them. A feminine gasp alerts them that the professors have finally arrived as they turn around to see the four head of houses and Dumbledore there. The head of Griffyndor turns to them as she speaks authoritively, “What is happening here, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger? Why are you two not in your dorm as ordered?”*
Hermione and Harry exchange their glances before the former steps forward to speak, “Its my fault, professor. I….” before she manages to continue, Harry steps forward too and interrupts her, “That’s okay, Hermione. Let’s just tell them the truth.”
He turns toward the professors before answering, “We are sorry, Professor but when I realize that I couldn’t find Hermione after we are ordered to go back to the dorm, I realize that she didn’t made it to the great hall for dinner so I went looking for her. When I arrived, the troll was already here and had Hermione cornered, so I just had to intervene.”*
The professors nod their heads in understanding before McGonagall speaks up, “Very well, but your disobedience still have to be punished, Mr. Potter. 50 points from Hufflepuff for disobedience….” Hermione now appears ready to protest on the unjust treatment when the deputy headmistress continues, “…and 100 points to each of you for loyalty, courage and dumb luck. Now, I want you two to go to the infirmary to be checked up for injury and then back to your dorms for the night.”
Hermione immediately closes her mouth back and turns toward Harry who nods as he takes her by the arm and pulls her toward the infirmary.*

*Some dialogue and scene taken from "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" by JK Rowling
AN: I think I have to apologize to those of you who has been waiting for this update for so long… if any. I have quite a busy time since my last update with work and real life stuff to do so my update may be quite sporadic in the future. For those who have been so patient, I can only give you my thanks for waiting.
On another note, I have been getting reviews coming from people who keep complaining about how I portray Harry, Hermione and any of the other characters. I will use this opportunity to remind those of you of the same opinion: This is fanfiction, more importantly, it is MY fanfiction. I do this NOT to SELL ideas but to SHARE and satisfy myself. If you think I made a mistake in how I deliver my story such as too fast or too slow pacing, illogical or impossible scenes, bad paragraph or grammar or even misspelling, go ahead and tell me, I’ll be happy to take constructive critics into account. Characterization however is NOT a constructive critic and anymore reviews of such will from now on be deleted without further ado.
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