I Told You So
When Harry was still at Hogwarts the next day Y/N shot Malfoy a triumphant “I told you so” look at breakfast that he just squinted and scowled at. The girl walked up to Ron and Harry at the Gryffindor table and gave them a smile before quickly sitting in front of them.
“You guys look tired. Did anything happen last night that I should know?” She asked in a joking manner, wiggling her eyebrows at the boys. They shared a look before nodding.
“Yes. Last night we were going to have a Wizard’s duel with Malfoy but instead he ratted us out to Filch.” Harry said with a huff.
“Damn Malfoy, I think the bleach is seeping into his head.” She giggled before asking, “Is that really it? How late was the duel supposed to be?” Ron then recounted all the events from last night, including after they escaped Filch into a room with a giant dog that was standing on a trap door, and the fact that they think that the dog was guarding something.
“Well then, what do you think the dog is guarding?” Y/N and the boys then made-up theories about what they thought the dog was guarding. But out of all of the theories they made, only one made the most sense.
“What about the Daily Prophet cutting we saw in Hagrid’s hut? About the Gringotts break in? That same day Hagrid took out a parcel wrapped in brown parchment from the same vault. Maybe that is what the three headed dog is hiding.” Harry said quietly, but loud enough for Y/N and Ron to hear. Y/N nodded and continued from where Harry left off.
“If that’s what is hiding under the trapdoor, who's to say there aren't a bunch of other obstacles guarding it too? I mean, if it was in Gringotts it has to have some value,” The girl sighed, “But it doesn’t make sense. A vault that is barren besides one small brown package gets broken into the same day it’s emptied. Whatever Hagrid grabbed can’t just be a little thing, it has to be extremely important to be kept hidden in Hogwarts.”
She shook her head and ate some toast to get her mind cleared and prepared for her classes. Harry and Ron finally processed what she said and realised that she was probably right. As Harry was about to speak, Hermione Granger walked up to them and looked at Y/N.
“What are you doing at the Gryffindor table? You’re a Ravenclaw.” Hermione asked with genuine confusion. Hermione and the boys might not get along very well, but that doesn’t mean she’s rude to everyone. Her and Y/N didn’t know each other very well but they were friendly, especially after Y/N tried to comfort the girl in flying class.
Y/N swallowed her toast before responding, “Uh, I dunno. I just wanted to talk to Harry and Ron.”
Hermione sighs and sits next to Y/N, shaking her head. “You should be careful about rule-breaking, you could lose your house points.”
“How do you know it’s a rule-breaking? I don’t see anything wrong with sitting at a different house’s table” Y/N retorts jokingly. Hermione looks at her with a look that screams “I’m so done with you.”
“Alright, alright,” Y/N raises her hands up in a surrendering gesture, “I was just about to leave anyways, I have to prepare for class. I have Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs.” After she said that, the girl stood up from the table. “Talk to you later, boys, good luck in your classes.”
Once all of Y/N’s classes of the day had finished and she reached her last two periods of the day—free periods—she decided that it had been some time since she got in contact with Riddle. She went up to her dorm and grabbed the mirror Riddle gave her. Opening the hand-held mirror, a hologram-like screen popped up with the interface like a phone from Twisted Wonderland. It still baffled Y/N how she came from a world that was farther in the future than the world she’s currently living in. So, despite the fact she’s a witch and anything seemed possible, she still decided to hide the mirror she got from Riddle. The technology was far too advanced for anyone in her current time to comprehend, someone would suspect something’s up. Tapping on the icon that brought her to a contact list, she tapped on the only contact in the device, ‘ Riddle Rosehearts 🌹 ’ and clicked the Facetime button.
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“Hello?” A voice asked.
“Riddle! Hi!” Y/N said excitedly. The person on the other line perked up at Y/N’s voice and their camera turned on to reveal Riddle.
“Hello Y/N, how are you?” Said a now relaxed Riddle. The two began conversing as Y/N told Riddle all about what had happened over the past week. How she had learned to fly, made potions, learned the basics of charms in an actual class, and so much more. Riddle informed the girl of what had happened while she was gone. To Y/N’s relief, Riddle hadn’t told their mother he had found out where she had gone.
Before they knew it, their conversation had to come to an end because it was Riddle’s bedtime. Y/N had learned that Twisted Wonderland was 4 hours ahead of Scotland, so while it was only 4 PM for her, it was 8 PM for him. Their mother was ruthless as ever, making Riddle work extra hard, as she hadn’t been taking the disappearance of her daughter well. Riddle’s curfews had gotten earlier and earlier the longer Y/N was gone. It had been a year and a half since she had disappeared. Nothing had been the same in the Rosehearts household since she went missing.
A week after the flying class fiasco, Harry had received a package that was carried by six large owls. Y/N squinted at it; she noticed it was in the shape of a broomstick. She stood up and walked over to the Gryffindor table where Harry and Ron were. Harry was reading a letter that came with the presumed broom. The girl tapped on Harry’s shoulder, scaring him.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I just happened to notice your.. Oddly shaped package and was wondering if it was a broom” Y/N asked after quickly apologising for scaring the poor boy. He looked around swiftly before nodding and letting her take a quick glance at the letter he was reading seconds before she showed up. Harry then handed the note to Ron to read.
“A Nimbus Two Thousand!” Ron exclaimed enviously. “I’ve never even touched one.”
The three of them left the Hall quickly, wanting to see Harry open his new broom before they had classes. The three were stopped as they were heading upstairs, not by anyone, oh no, they were stopped by Malfoy’s goons. The bratty boy snatched the package from Harry’s hands and felt it before throwing it back at Harry.
“That’s a broomstick,” He said snottily, “You’re in for it this time, Potter. First-years aren’t allowed their own brooms.”
Y/N had to calm herself down in order to prevent herself from socking Malfoy in the face, whilst Ron could resist but brag about the broom for Harry.
“It’s not any broomstick,” he said, “it’s a Nimbus Two Thousand. What was it you said you had at home, Malfoy? A Comet Two Sixty?” Ron grinned at Harry. “Comets look flashy, but they’re not even close to the same league as the Nimbus!”
“What would you know about brooms, Weasley? You couldn’t even afford half the handle!” Malfoy snapped at Ron, “You and your brothers would have to save up, twig by twig, wouldn’t you?”
Before Y/N could lose all the composure she worked so hard to keep, Professor Flitwick appeared.
“Not arguing, I’d hope, boys?” Flitwick squeaked.
“Potter’s been sent a broom, Professor.” Malfoy instantly said.
“Ah, yes, yes, that’s right!” Professor Flitwick turned to beam at Harry, “Congrats Mr. Potter! Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, what model is it?”
“A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir.” Harry said, fighting for his life to hold in his laughter at Malfoy’s face. Y/N herself was having a hard time holding in her laughter at the way the boy’s jaw dropped and the horror that filled his face. “And it’s truly all thanks to Malfoy that I’ve got it.” he happily said.
The three then trotted upstairs, covering their laughter with their cloaks at Malfoy’s obvious anger and confusion.
“I mean, it is true,” Harry snickered as they reached the top of the staircase. “If he hadn’t stolen Neville’s Remembrall I wouldn’t be on the team...”
“So, I suppose you think that’s a gift for being a rule-breaker?” A feminine voice said angrily behind them. Hermione was stomping up the stairs looking at the package with a glare.
“I thought you weren’t going to speak to us anymore?” Harry enquired with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, don’t stop now,” Ron said, “It’s doing so much good for us.”
With that, Hermione stomped away with her nose to the sky.
“Don’t you think that was a little mean?” Y/N asked, conflicted. She didn’t hate Hermione, but she didn’t enjoy how she acted like she was above Harry and Ron because she followed every rule. In truth, the girl wasn’t bad, she was just trying to be good and fit in.
The boys looked at her like she was crazy, “Did we not have the same interaction with her?” asked Ron incredulously.
“I mean, yeah, she’s a little bossy, but she’s not totally awful. She just wants Gryffindor to win the house cup, and all the rule-breaking you guys are doing could lose your house so many points. Also, I don’t doubt she still feels a little anxious about being a Muggle-born. I mean, I still do and I’m doing rather well in my classes, like Hermione. Try to sympathise with her, she’s probably just a little scared; I haven’t seen her with many people, so I don’t think she has a bunch of people to hang out with, which could definitely increase her anxiety.” Y/N said as if reciting a monologue.
“Sorry, I went on a rant, but what I’m trying to say is, don’t be so harsh to her, okay? Not everyone reacts the same to different situations, so while I am not as stressed about rule-breaking because I’m a relaxed person, that might not be the case for everyone out there, we all have our own reasons to react how we do; it’s how you respond to her complaints about your rule-breaking that causes her to act bossy.” Y/N finished her rant and walked off to her next class, leaving the boys with something to think about.
On Hallowe’en Y/N woke up with a huge grin. When she stepped out of her common room, the smell of pumpkin baked goods wafted through the halls of Hogwarts, every corridor with a different smell of pumpkin treats. The Charms classroom smelled especially of pumpkin snickerdoodles. Today they were learning the levitating charm, Wingardium Leviosa. Of course, Y/N had already practised the charm with McGonagall over the summer. Her success was almost immediate after Flitwick had released the kids to try the charm.
“Look, look here! Ms. HalleWell has done it! Good job! Five points to Ravenclaw.” Flitwick had said excitedly. All Y/N classmates had looked at her like she was some sort of prodigy. Natalia, who Y/N was partnered with, hit her shoulder gently and praised her as she always did.
“I will never not be impressed with your magical prowess. You are just so impressive, I swear! Not even I got the spell done as quick as you, and I come from a magical family! That has got to be some sort of record in this class.” Natalia praised endlessly, causing Y/N to blush at all the attention Natalia’s loud praising had garnered.
After two more class periods, it was dinner time. Y/N and Natalia were walking with each other to the Great Hall, but Y/N heard whispers of other first-years, they were in Gryffindor.
“Hermione’s been crying in the girls’ toilets all afternoon.” One voice said.
“Is that really true?” Another voice spoke.
“Yeah, she wants to be left alone.”
Y/N felt bad for Hermione. She tapped Natalia on the shoulder as they walked through the doors of the Great Hall and the other turned to look at her, “Hey, I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be back soon.” Natalia nodded at that, and Y/N went off to the toilets where Hermione was crying.
She entered the bathroom and heard sniffling. “Hermione?” She called out.
“Go away, I have no friends, leave me be.” Hermione responded.
“Now, Hermione, you know that’s not true. I’m your friend. Whether you didn’t think so before, just know I am, and I’m on your side.” Y/N said empathetically. She knew what it was like to be friendless, after all, her mother never let her out of the house when she was in Twisted Wonderland. “I grew up alone, without any friends, and I would hate for anyone else to feel like that. It hurts to be alone, no one to talk to but my brother, who even then wasn’t allowed to talk with me. It was all study, no play. No fun conversations with my buddies. Nothing.”
Hermione opened up the stall and Y/N got to see what an afternoon of crying does to someone. She spread her arms wide to hug Hermione and the girl melted into her, sniffling and gasping for breath in her arms. “Thank you. You’re a good friend, Y/N.”
“It’s human decency. No one deserves to feel alone, no one . I would call it common human decency, but by the looks of it, it’s not so common anymore.”
Hermione was about to respond but they heard a huge THUMP. Y/N frantically looked around to find where the noise came from and found a huge, twelve-foot troll peering into the girls’ toilets from the doorway.
“Don’t panic, but there’s a troll about to come in,” Y/N said quietly to Hermione. She was about to scream but Y/N put her hand over the girl's mouth and made them duck into the stall that Hermione was in.
“Shhh, stay quiet. If it doesn’t know we’re here, we’ll be safe... I think.” Y/N whispered. Hermione nodded at her words, and they huddled together and stayed as still and quiet as possible. But that was before they heard the door slam and lock. Hermione wanted to investigate what slammed the door when she saw the troll. Her face was in Y/N’s shoulder when she was rushed to huddle in the toilet stall, so she never saw the troll. The girl let out the loudest, most petrified scream Y/N had ever heard.
Hermione ran to the other end of the bathroom and shrank against the wall as the troll advanced on her. Just then Y/N saw Ron and Harry enter the bathroom. They looked at Hermione and the troll and panic flooded their faces. Sinks were being knocked off the wall and broken as the troll got closer to Hermione.
“Confuse it!” Y/N heard Harry say to Ron quickly. As the ginger figured out what to do to distract the troll, Harry grabbed a tap and threw it against a wall hard .
The troll stopped moving closer to Hermione, and instead turned around, slowly blinking, to what made the noise. The dumb troll stopped going for Hermione and instead bee-lined towards Harry.
Y/N took this as her chance to run to Hermione. Sadly, the girl had made too much noise, and the troll whipped around to face the direction she was running in. It swung its club and hit her stomach; a loud cracking sound was heard by everyone in the chamber. Y/N cried out in pain as she tried to protect her head from hitting the wall she was flung into.
“Oy, pea-brain!” Ron yelled from the other side of the bathroom, trying to get the troll distracted once again so Y/N could recover. He then threw a metal pipe at the troll. It didn’t even seem to feel the pipe hit its shoulder, instead, it just yelled, and then turned towards Ron.
Harry tried to get Hermione to escape the bathroom with him, but she wouldn’t budge. Her mouth was wide open with terror.
Y/N watched the scene that played out with awe. The troll yelled once again and ran towards Ron, who had no way of escaping. But then, in a sudden moment of brilliance, or stupidity, Harry fastened his arms around the big ugly troll’s neck from behind and stuck his wand up one of the troll's nostrils, though by the looks of it, Y/N assumed the wand up the nose part wasn’t on purpose.
The troll roared and swung its club all over, breaking more sinks and bathroom stalls while flailing about. Y/N then heard Ron cry, “ Wingardium Leviosa!” The trolls club lifted out of its hand and up, up, up into the air before falling all the way down and hitting the troll straight in the head.
Y/N didn’t watch as the troll swayed and fell, as she was too concerned with Hermione. She tried to crawl over to Hermione, but tears slipped from her eyes as the pain was too much to bear. Hermione ran over to Y/N, concern and worry flooded her eyes. She pulled Y/N to a nearby wall to rest against and gave her a careful hug.
“Are you okay?” Hermione asked, the fright of the event that just took place evident in her voice.
“Not really, I’m kinda in excruciating pain.” Y/N grunted back the best that she could.
Y/N let Hermione go from their small hug and looked behind her to see Harry grabbing his wand out of the troll’s nose. “Is it dead?” Hermione asked meekly.
“Don’t think so, I think it’s just been knocked out.” Harry groaned, “Yuck, troll bogies.” He then wiped his wand on the troll’s trousers.
The four of them heard slamming followed by loud footsteps. Professor McGonagall bursting through the door. Quirrell and Snape had followed closely behind her. Quirrell took one look at the troll and let out a whimper and quickly sat down, clutching his heart.
Snape bent over to get a good look at the troll. Y/N took one look at Professor McGonagall’s face and knew the trouble they were in. She had never seen McGonagall so angry, and best believe she’d seen McGonagall angry before. Her lips were white and pulled into a very thin line.
“What on Earth were you thinking? Going into the Dungeon knowing full well there’s a troll!” Fury was laced in her tone, but she kept composed. “You’re lucky you aren’t dead or injured! Why aren’t you in your dormitories?”
Snape glared at Harry and then turned his attention to Y/N, who, despite not liking her very much, has worry etched into his expression.
Hermione stepped away from Y/N and said, “Please, Professor, they were looking for me.”
“Miss Granger!”
Hermione stepped closer to the Professor and two boys while Snape headed towards Y/N to check on her—she hadn’t looked too well. She was going pale and looked woozy, clutching her torso with pain twisted into her expression.
Hermione continued with her story, “I went looking for the troll because I... I thought I could deal with it on my own. I’ve read all about them, I thought I could handle one.”
Y/N was shocked, Hermione was lying to a teacher.
“If they hadn’t found me, I’d be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club. Y/N tried to get me to safety, but the troll hit her and now she can’t stand! They didn’t have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived.”
McGonagall’s eyes widened as she just noticed Y/N was in the room with Snape looking over her wounds. Worry fell over McGonagall, as she cared deeply about Y/N’s safety and well-being.
“Well, in that case.” McGonagall stared Hermione dead in the eyes, “Miss Granger you are a foolish girl. How could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?”
Hermione hung her head low. This was probably her first infraction. She was a good-two-shoes, she never got in trouble. Yet, here she was, lying to a teacher out right to keep Y/N and the boys out of trouble.
“Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this.” Professor McGonagall said with a disapproving look, “I am very disappointed in you. If you’re not hurt, you’d best go off to Gryffindor Tower. Students are to finish the feast in their houses.”
Hermione walked out, sparing one last glance at Y/N, who weakly waved at her, and then was chastised by Snape for making a sudden movement.
McGonagall turned to the two boys.
“You boys are lucky, not many first-years can say they’ve taken down a full-grown mountain troll and live to boast about it. Five points to each of you will be gifted to your houses. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go.”
“Professor?” Harry asked. McGonagall looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Will Y/N get any points for her house? She was the bravest out of all of us, trying to save Hermione and putting her own life in danger to save a friend.”
Professor McGonagall thought about it and then nodded, “Don’t worry about it Potter, rewards will be given where rewards are due.”
Harry nodded and then walked off with Ron in silence. As the boys left McGonagall rushed to Y/N, who was fighting to stand up.
“Are you okay, dear?” She asked worriedly.
Y/N grunted and then tried to speak, but all that came out was garbled nonsense mixed with cries of pain. Professor McGonagall helped Snape carry Y/N to the Hospital Wing, where they were informed, she broke three ribs, got a concussion, and one of the vertebrae in her spine had fractured.
The girl had to drink five potions, two to help heal her and numb the pain, one to make bones grow back faster, and two more to treat the brain injury she received.
“Now, get plenty of rest dear, we’ll see how you’re doing in the morning and when you’ll be released.” Madam Pomfrey told Y/N as she nodded off into a painless sleep.