"I believe it for the best that we cancel all classes outright while we investigate how this could have happened. I imagine Minerva and Pomona will agree with me. I will inform them otherwise though. Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, would you please provide me with a memory of these events?" Professor Flitwick asks, pulling out two vials and his wand.
"Yes sir," Harry says, weakly thinking about the event and Flitwick pulls the wisp from his temple.
"Okay sir." Hermione agrees, and Flitwick performs the process again.
"Get some rest you two, you've certainly earned it. I believe that will be all. Madam Pomfrey, please keep me apprised of any updates regarding them." Professor Flitwick says, before readying himself to leave.
"Actually, if you would step into my office for a moment, there's something I need to speak with you about." Madam Pomfrey says, and Flitwick follows.
A few moments later, both Harry and Hermione pass out, their calming draught having been laced with a time-delayed sleeping potion.
The next morning, Harry awoke to find Hermione having laid herself on his bed, hugging him very tightly. "Ugh, g'morning Hermione… why are you crushing me?" Harry asks groggily as his best friend turns beet red and lets go.
"Honestly I'm just so happy you're okay. You fought a TROLL last night, an XXXX magical creature. That's really dangerous! You could have been killed. But you did it, and you did it for me, a bossy know-it-all who is a nightmare." Hermione says, her face dropping toward the end.
"No, I fought a Troll for my best friend, an amazing witch who I have it on good authority is 'the best'. Her mom told me so. Now if I hear you talk bad about yourself again, I'll have to fight another troll, and I don't know where to find a troll, so you're out of luck." Harry says, smirking at his friend.
Hermione flushes red at his words and Harry takes this as a victory. He's crushed by another Hermy-Hug.
"Well, Mr. Potter isn't screaming for air at the moment so I'll assume he's feeling better." Madam Pomfrey says, forcing Hermione to squeak and shoot away from the boy rapidly.
"What happened last night really? I barely remember getting here." Harry says, looking to the matron for answers.
"Professor Flitwick brought you in after your encounter with the Troll. Both of you had minor cuts and bruises on your bodies, but nothing particularly dangerous physically. You, Mr. Potter, were suffering from severe magical exhaustion. Whatever you did to that Troll, you certainly put everything into it. Both of you received calming draughts that were laced with a sleeping potion for after you were finished being examined." Madam Pomfrey says, before waving her wand over each of them.
"You're both perfectly fine now, classes have been canceled for the day, so I suggest you rest. I have no reason to keep you here, but if you feel like you need to stay here you are welcome to. Otherwise enjoy your day."
Harry and Hermione gather their things and make their way back to the Ravenclaw dorms, where they take a quick shower and change into some new clothes. Once they return to the common room, they find Padma and Michael waiting for them.
"So, what happened last night? You guys never came back. We were worried sick! Did you get attacked by the troll?" Padma asks, concern evident on her face.
"The troll had entered the bathroom where I was, and took out the stalls I was hiding in. Harry came in and distracted it, then killed it." Hermione says, eyes wide.
"Harry killed a Troll?" Michael asks, shocked. "Like, I know he's the best of all of us at Defense, and only behind you two in Charms, but to kill a Troll? That's wicked!"
"I got lucky. Honestly I'm just happy that Hermione's okay." Harry says.
"We've got to tell the rest of the Sphinx Club. Come on, they told me to wait for you two, but they were going to be in the room." Padma says.
"You guys have fun. I'm going to go tell the guys what happened. Guess you'll be Harry Troll-Slayer now!" Michael says, laughing as he makes his way to another corner of the common room, toward Terry, Anthony, and Stephen.
The Sphinx Club were equally as excited to hear the news that both Harry and Hermione were okay, and that Harry was now their resident Troll slayer.
"Ooh! We're going to be beating off the girls with sticks now!" Lavender says, looking at Harry. "Harry Potter goes and saves a girl from a Troll? It's so romantic! Every girl's going to want a piece!"
Harry flushes red. "I don't think it's all that impressive. I didn't do anything anyone else wouldn't have done."
"And he's so modest! Oh Harry you're going to be a dreamboat when you're older!" Lavender says, metaphorical hearts in her eyes.
"Implying he's not dreamy now?" Daphne snarks.
"He's a bit scrawny, wait for puberty, then we'll need the sticks." Lavender says, either not noticing or not caring about Daphne's sarcasm.
Harry shows that he should be in Gryffindor by turning an even deeper scarlet color. Lavender and Parvati laugh at his misfortune. Padma and Hermione look at Harry, and for just the briefest of moments, their hearts skip a beat.
Harry is currently however, simply trying to not pass out from embarrassment.
He did not succeed.
The weekend following the Troll incident was shaping up to be like any other weekend. The Sphinx Club were in their club room doing some studying when Professor Flitwick enters the room. "Mr. Potter, may I speak with you for a moment?"
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