Hero of Hogwarts

The men looked at each other, sweat dripping from their faces. In the center of them was a giant man kneeling on one knee with an even more giant sword on his back. If it could even be a sword, it was considered too big to be called that, too big, too thick, too heavy, and too rough. It was more like a large hunk of iron. The giant man finally stood tall, showing to be nearly 7ft tall, his armor clanging together as he did so. One of the men screamed at the giant.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?!”

The giant looks at them and pulls his sword out of the ground with his metal arm, slamming it into the man who yelled, covering his sword with blood. The rest of the group goes silent and before the giant man looks at any of them, he laughs and then cuts through all of them like they weren't even there. The two halves of each person lay on the ground before him. The last man from the group, named Chad, braced himself for death but it never came. He opened his eyes and saw the sword next to his head and the giant staring at him before saying,

“Where is Voldemort?”

Chad stared blankly at the giant in front of him, he didn't know why he wasn't running or saying anything, he just stared. The giant got impatient and muttered something under his breath then punched Chad in the face, killing him instantly.

~

Michael Butcher lived a very normal life with his father Bloodwic and his mother Veronica. His father was the heavyweight boxing champion of the world and taught Michael everything he knew. That was until a letter came in the mail that would change the course of Michael’s life forever; it was a letter from Hogwarts much to his parent's surprise. They didn't even imagine him getting a letter despite both of them being magical themselves. They got him everything he needed but instead of a pet the school begrudgingly let him bring his massive sword that was taller than the then 5 '11 Michael. When Michael entered platform 9 ¾ he easily cut through the crowd due to his large father and the sword he had in his trolley, which intimidated everyone. He got on the Hogwarts Express and sat in a car by himself, that was until a girl popped into the room. She looked at Michael, surprised that someone could sit comfortably alone in a car, intrigued, she sat across from him and introduced herself.

“Hi, I'm Hermione and you are?” she said.

“Leaving,” he replied not wanting to make conversation, however as he stood up the train started moving and they were forced to stay in their car. Michael sat silently for 30 minutes before Hermione asked,
“Where'd you get the sword and why did they let you bring it into school?”, Michael sighed and pulled the sword off his back and stared at it for a minute before saying,
“I made the sword myself at the request of my father who thinks I'm going to be some hero of Hogwarts. The sword itself weighs over 500 pounds but the workaround I have planned is this little slot here,” he shows a 5-inch wide hole at the base of the sword, “I can put my wand in here, and when we learn some sort of weight relieving spell I can make the sword lighter. Then I’ll be able to use it as a one-handed sword.” Realizing he had been rambling on about the sword he put it next to him, “Your turn, why did you pick to sit in this cart instead of with a cart with people more interesting?” She was surprised by the question.

“To be frank with you, I thought this cart was empty and I wanted some alone time.”, Michael chuckled to himself for a second before saying,

“Well don't let me interrupt your alone time. I’m going to get some sleep so you can do whatever.”

Michael closed his eyes and when he opened them the girl had disappeared. Michael sighed and looked out the window in awe to see the huge castle. The train came to a stop and he realized this was his school, this was Hogwarts. He grabbed his things and got off the train and looked around. The first thing he saw was an 8-foot half-giant-looking man telling them they needed to get onto the boats, so he did. He sat in front of a blonde kid who looked at him with disgust and as he was sitting Michael glared at him before the kid said,

“Guess Hogwarts lets anyone in, even mudbloods like you.” Michael, who didn't care much for the insults, looked at the kid and said,

“If you want me to, I could drown you in the lake and no one would find your body nor would they care.”

The kid looked shocked at what he had just said to him and said rather properly, “I'll have you know my name is Draco Malfoy and my father could get you expelled for even talking to me like this.”, this made Michael laugh uncontrollably.

He stopped laughing after a while and said,“And my name is Michael Butcher and my father could kill your father in ways you would never even think of.” Draco went pale at this and went quiet. “Just so you know I am no mudblood, so I’m not interested in your petty insults.”, Michael said, then smirked at the uncomfortable silence left in the air.

~

When they all got into the school one of the teachers explained how the evening was going to work and Michael didn't care, he just wanted to eat. At this point, the teacher left and the Draco kid started spewing off on everyone, which annoyed Michael, so he intervened. When he saw Draco talking to some random kid with glasses and a scar on his forehead, Michael chuckled at the kid.

“Nice scar but that's nothing.”, he pulled up his sleeve to show the many scars he already had on his body. “My father didn't know if I would be magic like him so he wanted to teach me kickboxing and it got to the point where I can punch trees down.” Everyone in the crowd had gone silent and was looking at him concerningly. Michael looked around the crowd and all of them had scared faces except Draco who was laughing.

“That simply can't be true. No one can punch trees down with their fi-”, Draco got cut off as Michael punched a hole through the stone wall behind him which scared Draco so much he went silent.

“Next time it's your head,” Michael said in Draco’s ear before walking into the great hall with everyone else. Michael looked around and saw all of the people clapping and talking. There was an old man who looked important and the teacher who had been telling them how the school worked was leading them down the center of the great hall to the front, where that important-looking man was standing. Michael looked over as he walked and saw Hermione, who he greeted, and they started talking again. She apologized for leaving so suddenly on the train and Michael said he didn't mind all that much but then he looked up and saw what he thought was the night sky and asked,

“How do you think they made the night sky visible from inside?”

Hermione laughed at his question before answering,

“It's not the night sky, it's just bewitched to look like it is.” Michael looked at her like she was crazy and she continued, “I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.” Michael laughed at her.

“You read the history of a place before going there? Remind me to never take you to Rome, you'd be reading for weeks,” he said, Hermione got defensive and shot back.

“I don't always read about the history of a place, it's just neither of my parents were wizards so I wanted to learn as much as I could about wizarding before I got here,” she said. They stopped talking when the teacher shushed them all and the old man in the front started speaking.

“I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce for the first-year students…” The old man rambled on and on about things but Michael really didn't care what he had to say until the old guy said, “The right-wing corridor on the third floor is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death” This got Michaels attention. What could be so dangerous that they had to warn people to not go there? He had to know but he couldn't leave now because they were about to be sorted into their houses. Michael didn't know why but he wanted to be in the same house as his new friend Hermione. While he didn't have a thing for her, it just made him feel more comfortable being around her and knowing she wasn't scared by his presence unlike everyone else. He was too deep in thought until he heard his name called and he sat on the chair. Once he sat down, he felt the hat being placed on his head.

“Hm, this is a hard one. I can see your bravery and you are also loyal to those you love. Hmm… you also have ambitions that could make you a good Slytherin” This made Michael mad he didn't want to be with those no good, stuck-up brats. “No, not Slytherin. Ay, how about Gryffindor then?”, Michael thought about this he would be with Hermione but his accomplishments would also be overshadowed by that Potter kid everyone seems to be murmuring about. “So no to Gryffindor then. As well then, how about Hufflepuff then?”, Hufflepuff Michael thought. He would definitely succeed there. “Then it's settled”, “HUFFLEPUFF”, the hat yells out to the room. Michael listened as the Hufflepuff table cheered as he walked over and sat by all of the other Hufflepuffs.

Michael made light conversation with everyone near him at the table and was shown the way to their corridor by the Hufflepuff prefect. Michael saw the moving stairs in action as he walked down to the basement where everyone else was going. He looked up thinking what could possibly be on the mysterious third-floor corridor. He had to know what was up there, and why it was off-limits to everyone but as he was lost in thought he was snapped out of it by the prefect telling him to hurry up. The prefect then stopped at a wall of barrels and explained that they needed to tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, in the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff". This opened a passage up that would lead to the common room. After they went into the common room they were shown to their dorms and immediately Michael went to sleep.

~

Michael's first class the next day was charms and he started to learn the groundwork for the spell wingardium leviosa, a levitation spell, and just the spell Michael wanted so he could carry his sword easier. After class, he studied the spell in the library with Hermione, he also learned other things in his other classes but what he cared about the most was learning wingardium leviosa so he could make his dream of using his huge sword as a one-handed weapon come true.

~

Then came the day when the charms teacher wanted them to put their studying to practice. They were each given a feather and were told to say the words while swishing and flicking their wands. Michael sat there waving his wand and saying “Wingardium leviosa”, he looked across the room to see Hermione sitting next to a ginger kid who was waving his wand like crazy before Hermione stopped him and tried helping him. The ginger didn't believe she could do the spell so Hermione showed him. She knew what she was doing and lifted the feather much to the teacher's amusement. Michael smiled, he knew she could do it but could he?

Michael tried to do the spell and it worked much to his surprise as he floats the feather around. After class, he was talking with Hermione about the spells when they got passed by the Harry kid and his friend Ron. They were mocking Hermione for trying to help them and Michael looked over at Hermione and saw her tearing up. He tried to say something but it was too late and she ran away crying. Michael went to supper, noticing that Hermione wasn't there so he started to worry and he overheard someone say she was in the bathroom crying, which made him angry. He was broken out of thought by Professor Quirrell bursting into the great hall screaming.

“TROLL, THERE'S A TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!”, before passing out. Michael sighed, stood up, and left the great hall. He felt everyone staring at him as he left but he didn't care. All he thought was he needed to protect Hermione. He heard Dumbledore yelling at him to come back but he didnt care and kept on going. He ran down the hall as fast as he could to reach the girls bathroom.

Michael rounded the corner and heard screaming, that's when he saw it, the giant 12-foot troll. It immediately swung its huge club at him but luckily Michael pulled out his sword in time and blocked most of the force. However, it still sent him through the wall. Michael had to think quickly or he was going to die so he opened the hatch on his sword and put his wand in, then shouting “WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!” His sword felt twice as light; he could easily use the sword now as a one-handed weapon. Michael ran at the troll who swung at him again, this time he blocked it with his sword knocking the troll back and then he cut the back of the troll's leg, making the troll fall onto one knee. He let out one last scream before plunging his sword deep into the troll's chest. Killing the giant troll almost immediately. Michael had to sit down and take in what he just did. It was the first time he killed a magical creature and for it to be a troll was another thing entirely. Michael remembered the whole reason he was there in the first place and called out for Hermione.

“Hermione, are you ok?”, he said, lifting up debris. He heard a faint coughing sound and quickly lifted a huge plank off the ground that Hermione was hiding under and pulled her out. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner.”

“I'm fine thanks to you Michael. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you but I'll think of something,” Hermione said smiling. From behind them, Michael heard Harry and Ron come into the bathroom.

“HERMIONE! We were so worried about you, we're sorry for making fun of y-” Harry's sentence was cut off by Michael slapping him across the face breaking his glasses.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?! You bully a girl for trying to help you and when you find out she's been in the bathroom crying as there's AN ACTIVE TROLL IN THE SCHOOL YOU DO NOTHING until it suits you to do something! YOU CUNTS ARE FUCKING USELESS! If I wasn't here she would probably be dead," Michael yelled at them, Harry got angry that they were being talked down to like this and replied.

“OH SO YOU'RE SUCH THE HERO, HUH? YOU CAME IN LIKE HER KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR AND SAVED POOR, POOR HERMIONE,” Michael, who had only gotten more angry during the interaction, punched Harry in the stomach knocking the air out of his lungs and making him fall to the ground gasping for air.
Michael pulled his sword out of the troll's chest and left the bathroom as the teachers walked in. Michael looked at them and said, “Your fucking welcome” and walked away hearing the gasps as the teachers saw the massive, fully grown mountain troll laying dead in the bathroom.