Harry potter : Forgotten Lord

"Even after the troll was killed, he refused to go and get help, even when I told him Penny was dying, preferring to stay with his housemate rather than get help due to his damn pride, and not liking taking orders from a Raven," giving the deputy a disapproving look, "Like I said, he's an idiot and a fool," in angry tone.

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Pausing allowing his argument to register before continuing, "Let me guess, he told you another story how he charged in and single handily saved the girl and defeated the beast," he said with a good measure of sarcasm, looking at the increasingly red faced McGonagall, who obviously had heard a story along those lines. Snape's smile seemed to grow with her embarrassment, clearly having a similar opinion of Ron.

"Let's continued Mr. Potter, and please try to refrain from insulting a fellow class mate," the headmaster asked, clearly ignoring his statement.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance before continuing "I realized quickly that direct spells were having no effect, I also remember that a number of species have high magical resistance such as dragons," he said, remembering the reading material from the COMC books he got from the library.

"So when the troll tried to charge me, I cast a freezing charm on the wet floor, resulting in the troll smashing into the wall due to its own forward momentum. The ice also had the added effect of making it difficult for the troll to keep its balance, making it difficult for it to get back to feet up." Seeing the professor nodded before continuing.

"Neville came to same conclusion I did, and swapped to using indirect spells, such as using a banishing charm, and sending rubble at it, preventing the troll from regaining its balance and its feet. Neville then ordered Ron to get Hermione out of the room." Pausing looking over where his friend was before continuing.

"During this I realized just how serious Penny's injuries were, due to the increasing amount of blood on the floor; and the need to end the fight as fast as possible to get help. I reached the conclusion that it needed to die, before one of us got seriously hurt since we were both tiring. We couldn't contain it in the bathroom, and we couldn't move Penny either in case we made the injuries worse.

At the same time we couldn't allow it to wander off into the rest of the castle, where it could endanger other students. And frankly I had no idea if the rest of the castle knew of it, or even the staff," looking at the room. So killing it seemed the best option."

Sighing looking at the staff with a serious expression, "So I transfigured a broken sink into a spear like the ones around Hogwarts, and levitated it into position before aiming for the chest, where I thought its heart and other organs would be. Mainly since the head or neck is such a small target; and sent the most powerful banisher I could at it when it next attempted to charge us."

Taking another breath, "Well you know the rest of the story, I spent the next couple minutes attending to Penny and trying to get Ron to go for help, when you lot finally turned up." making gesture towards the staff.

Flitwick just nodded with a sad smile, following his logic. Snape seem to be weighing him, whilst the rest were a mix between shock and awe, not that he could blame them, who would think a first year could kill a troll? The headmaster was giving him a serious look, before speaking again, "Do you feel no remorse for taking a life? You just killed another living creature?" the age wizard accused, noticing Harry's cold dispassionate tone.

Looking at the headmaster in the eye as he spoke, "Not anymore, it attacked me and my friend. It tried to kill me, and almost killed the girl no more than 5 feet behind you. It also tried to kill that girl too." He answered, pointing out the sleeping lion, "So no I don't feel guilt or remorse for doing what must be done, I did what was necessary." Not giving the headmaster time to response, he decided to go on the offensive.

"I was under the impression that Hogwarts was the safest place in Britain, yet a troll manages to get inside these walls, and walks down the corridors? I was under the impression it was the staff who were responsible for safety, so I have to ask why was a troll roaming these halls? And why do you have a pet Cerberus on the 3rd floor? Obviously my views on safety are different from yours," giving the professors a cold look, causing some to recoil at him pointing out their clear failure.

Getting off the bed, "I'm going to my dorm to get changed out of these blood covered clothes, then I'm going have a nice hot shower before trying to get some sleep; I doubt I will, but I'll try," making his way to the door.

"I didn't say you were dismissed Mr. Potter," the headmaster replied in a stern tone, looking over to him.

"I didn't ask to be, I was just telling you what's going to happen," continuing towards the door, before Professor Flitwick spoke up in the stunned silence, "50 points to Ravenclaw, for saving a follow student's life, now good night."

He didn't turn around, just nodded, in a cold voice said. "I didn't do it for points, I did it because it was the right thing to do, and my friend's recovery is all the reward I need," before leaving the once again stunned professors.

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Next Morning

Harry had a rather restless night, no scratch that; he'd barely slept at all. He didn't end up falling asleep to almost half five in the morning, just to be woken up by Padma, who had heard from the rumour mill about what had happen and wanted answers; or rather what the rumour mill had heard from the Lions.

Knowing he couldn't get out of it and knowing he would have to answer her questions eventually, he bought a brief delay by at least taking a hot shower, giving him a chance to collect his thoughts prior to meeting her in the Ravenclaw common room, which would no doubt lead to the whole house asking questions.

He didn't feel like dealing with it really; he was tempted to just lock himself in his room for the remainder of the day, just so he could get his own peace of mind. Even if the logical part of him still argued relentless that his actions were necessary, he still had killed, and that was something he was having problems making his peace with.

However as he sauntered down the stairs to the common room, his prediction turned out to be true. Over half of the house seemed to have gathered, and were tightly packed into the chairs, waiting impatiently to hear of his adventure of the previous day.

Freezing on the stairs, like a deer would in front of the head lights of a car, trying to decide whether to go back up to the dorm door, or just get it over and done with. Unfortunately before he could take a step back up the stairs, someone finally noticed him.

"Harry" one of his first year classmates said, causing the whole common to look at him, as a single word echoed around in his mind: 'crap.' Seeing that he couldn't get out of it now, at least he could try and control it so he wasn't hounded all day and night about it. Just as they were about to bombard him with their questions, he raised his hand to stop the barrage and get their combined attention.

"I'll say what happen once, and answer any questions for the next 30 minutes, and then you'll have to ask a Professor or one of the lions although I doubt the Lions will provide you with an accurate recounting of the tale," he said disapprovingly, already expecting that the story would be inflated, and stretched over upcoming days.

Taking a seat since he didn't fancy standing the whole time, he slipped into story teller mode, answering questions as he went while pointing out some useful insights he had about troll's resistance to direct magic, and recommended indirect magic, and more physical spells.

Whilst recounting and lecturing about the previous night's events, he noticed that several of the students seemed to be writing down notes of what he was saying, for whatever reason, probably in case they ever ran into their own troll in the future, or maybe they wanted to be historians? Mentally chuckling at the scene he created in his mind, as a Ravenclaw asked the troll to stop attacking him so he could consult his notes on how to kill a troll.

By the time he was finally finished answering their combined questions, and correcting them where the rumour mill had got it wrong, over an hour had passed.

He tried escaping the common room during a short pause in their interrogation, to get down to the kitchen so he could get something to eat; Just to be ambushed by more students in the corridors and the hallways, who were just as eager for him to tell his tale of the events of the previous day, resulting in him using the secret passage ways around the castle as much as possible to avoid getting cornered by other students.

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