DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINAL HARRY POTTER STORY MADE BY JK ROWLING IN THIS STORY. THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND SOME OF THE CHARACTERS THAT I INVENTED.
NOTE: WITH THE UNDERSTANDING THAT SOME OF THE DETAILS HERE ARE ALMOST THE SAME WITH THE ORIGINAL STORY, IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT I’M STEALING IT OR SOMETHING WHATSOEVER BECAUSE I’M NOT AND IT’S ALL JUST A PART OF THE STORY LINE I MADE.
From Dreams to Realities
(A Harry Potter and the
Sorcerer’s Stone Fanfiction)
Chapter 6: A Blossoming Friendship
A week later, after the faked duel, Harry had told Cassandra what really happened. Draco didn’t really turned up but instead he tipped Mr. Filch that students are out of beds luckily Mr. Filch didn’t catch them.
After the incident, Hermione refused to speak to neither Ron nor to Harry.
“So you told me, that you discovered something on the third floor?” asked Cassandra, pretending that she doesn’t know about the three- headed dog of the first series of the book. “What is it?”
“None of your business,” said Ron casually. “Why don’t you stick to your Ms. Know- it- all friend? And stop from butting in our conversation.”
“I have business there,” snapped Cassandra. “FYI, it’s a three- headed dog that’s hidden in the third floor and I know what’s hidden in the trapdoor you just saw, Harry.”
Harry looked at her in disbelief, “Whoa! How’d you know that there’s a three- headed dog and a trapdoor there?”
“Of course! Hermione told her! And why’d ‘ya asked if you already knew?” said Ron.
“Hermione refused to speak about your trip,” said Cassandra. “She told me that she will never break a rule again. That’s all she told me.”
“Cassandra, do you know what’s hidden there?” asked Harry. He didn’t know why suddenly he popped this question; he just knew that Cassandra knows the answer. In fact, he did not believe Ron that Hermione Cassandra her about the three headed dog.
“If you really wanna know, trick Hagrid,” grinned Cassandra.
As the owls flooded the Great Hall, their conversation broke. Their attention was suddenly caught by a long, thin package carried by four owls. Cassandra was just interested as everyone else to see what was in the large parcel, It’s the Nimbus 2000 she told herself.
And was amazed that she was right, So Dumbledore’s right everything in this book is real, because the parcel just dropped in front of Harry.
“A Nimbus Two Thousand!” shouted Ron excitedly, when Harry read the note attached to the parcel. “I’ve never even touched one!”
“Let’s open it at the common room,” said Harry who had difficulty hiding his glee as they left the hall with the crowd’s eye on them.
When they reached the common room, they found Hermione. “So a broomstick is a reward for rule breaking.”
“No, Hermione… Harry will be playing as a Seeker in the Gryffindor’s Quidditch Team,” said Cassandra. “By the way I’m going up to the library with Hermione. I almost forgot our meeting so I guess I can’t join your celebration. Bye!”
Cassandra still couldn’t believe the fact that she had already been at Hogwarts for two months perhaps it was because she was now busy studying with Hermione, who influenced her a lot about study habits.
On Halloween morning during their Charms class, Professor Flitwick announced that they were ready to start making objects fly. Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice. Cassandra’s partner was Draco Malfoy while Harry’s partner was Seamus Finnigan. Ron, however, was to be working with Hermione.
“Now! Don’t forget the wrist movement we’ve been practicing!” squeaked Professor Flitwick. “Swish and Flick. And say the incantation properly and clearly.”
It was very difficult. Harry and Seamus keep on swishing and flicking their wand, but the feather remained unmoved. Malfoy, who keeps on saying the magic words got impatient and instead, burned the feather while Cassandra was still trying it. “Wingardium Leviosa!” she muttered on her fifth attempt and at last the feather rose off the desk and hovered above their heads.
“Well done! Ms. Cueto!” cried Professor Flitwick.
Ron, on the next table, wasn’t having fun with Hermione.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted.
“You’re saying it wrong,” snapped Hermione. “Look at Cassandra she done it with all her effort. You need to make the ‘gar’ nice and long.”
“You do it then!” snarled Ron crossly.
The feather rose off the desk which hovered also above their heads.
“Oh! Well done, Ms. Granger!” cried Professor Flitwick. “Since Ms. Cueto and Ms. Granger have managed the incantation properly, five points each to Gryffindor for both of you.”
Ron was in a bad mood by the end of the class.
“It’s no wonder no one can stand her, except that Cassandra who’s very weird,” muttered Ron to Harry while walking in the corridor. “No doubt that someday Cassandra will give up her friendship to poor Granger and I think Cassandra’s patience level on Hermione will soon fade away.”
Hermione and Cassandra, both heard Ron’s muttering to Harry. Hermione accidentally brushed Harry’s shoulder as they past him.
“Hermione, don’t worry. I’ll go and talk them later,” said Cassandra.
“No, don’t worry about me,” said Hermione, her eyes becoming watery. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Just.. . . just… leave me alone.” And she broke into run.
When classes ended later that afternoon, Cassandra accosted Harry and Ron.
“If Hermione didn’t turn up at the Halloween feast later, she’ll be in trouble… great trouble… she’s been crying all day. Where’s your conscience, Ron? Hermione didn’t show up at our class and lunch break.” And Cassandra stalked off.
“Hey! Cassandra! Wait up! There are no monsters here at Hogwarts except there at the third floor! Why will she be in trouble? Eh?” he yelled behind her.
“Well, that’s what you think, right? Better change your belief because anything is possible at this world,” yelled Cassandra at Ron who’s rushing behind her while walking in the corridors.
Later that evening during their Halloween feast, Hermione didn’t really turn up. The Great Hall was full of decorations. Fake bats fluttering above their heads, jack-o-lanterns are being lit, fake webs and other Halloween decorations. The feast appeared on the golden plates just like the start- of- term’s feast.
Cassandra was just helping herself to a steak when suddenly Professor Quirell came sprinting into the hall.
“Troll! Troll in the dungeons!” he shrieked then fainted.
There was uproar in the Hall. Everyone was terrified and started to scream.
“SILENT!” bellowed Professor Dumbledore, the crowd paused. “Prefects lead your Houses back to the dormitories, immediately. While the Head Boy and the Head Girl take charge on calming down the crowd and make sure everyone else is safe in their common rooms.”
“Follow me! First years! Pls. stay close!” said Percy loudly. “Gryffindor’s first years!”
Harry and Ron were following Percy’s order but Cassandra pulled Ron and Harry on their arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?” asked Cassandra anxiously.
“Back to the dormitory,” said Ron casually. “Why?”
“Hermione! She doesn’t know! I heard Lavender telling Parvati that she is in the girl’s bathroom, it’s your fault, Ron!” said Cassandra, looking alarmed. “If you just listen to me!”
“Alright! Let us go and make sure she’s safe!” said Harry, looking worried at the same time alarmed. “Percy should not see us!”
They headed carefully for the Girl’s bathroom and found that the Troll was also heading for the bathroom.
The Troll entered, swishing its club inside the bathroom.
“HERMIONE!” they shouted together and ran inside the bathroom.
Hermione was leaning back against the opposite wall, looking at the troll as if she was to faint.
“Do something!” shouted Harry desperately to Ron. “Confuse it!”
“I’ll go for Hermione while you two deal with the troll, alright?” said Cassandra who was already panicking.
Harry and Ron are throwing metal pipes at the troll.
“Oy! Ugly!” yelled Ron. The troll then, turned to them. Cassandra, on the other hand, was going near to Hermione.
“Hermione! Follow me! Come!” shouted Cassandra. Hermione followed Cassandra and they went away from the troll. They watched appallingly how Ron and Harry struggle away from the troll.
Then, Harry did something stunningly. He took a great jump above the troll and fastened his arms around its head then, he stuck his wand on the troll’s nostril.
The troll howled with pain.
“Swish and Flick!” yelled Cassandra and Hermione to Ron.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” exclaimed Ron. The club flew away from the troll’s hand, it rose high, it turned slowly over and BANG… The troll swayed and it fell flat on the floor.
Loud footsteps made the four of them looked up. A moment later, Professor McGonagall turned up closely followed by Snape with Quirell.
“What on earth are you doing?” said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice. Hermione looked at the rest of them.
“Please… Professor….. It was my fault,” lied Hermione. “I went looking for the troll because… because…. I thought I could deal with it. I’ve read about it in a book.”
Ron dropped his jaw, Hermione Granger? Telling a lie to a teacher?
“If they hadn’t found me, I’d be dead by now,” she added. “Harry stuck his wand to the troll’s nostril. Ron knocked it out by putting a charm on its club while Cassandra, took me away from the troll.”
The three of them tried to look as if the story wasn’t new to them.
“Well, in that case, Ms. Granger” said Professor McGonagall. “Five points will be taken from you while the three of you each wins a total of five points to Gryffindor.”
“Go back to your dormitories,” said Snape. “They are having their feast in your common room, I believe.”
The four of them hurried to the common room but before they entered, there was a moment that they paused and muttered “Thanks” to each other. And from that moment on, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley became their friend.
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