(Y/N) decided she needed some time away from Draco before she could stand him again, so she sat in the courtyard with her nose in her potions textbook. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan sat with her in the grass, making it rather hard for her to focus on her work. She thought they were there to help each other with potions vocabulary, but it seemed all they wanted to talk about was Harry and how he found himself to be the new Gryffindor Seeker.

"Really!" Insisted Seamus. "McGonagall told him he was on the team and even pulled Oliver Wood out of class so they could start practicing."

"I don't believe you." (Y/N) said.

"You don't have to. Everyone's talking about it. Believe them!"

"If first years were allowed on the Quidditch teams, I would have tried out. There's no way McGonagall broke the rules to let Harry play!"

"Didn't you see the way he caught the Remembrall?" Dean asked. "You can't say that wasn't amazing."

(Y/N) shrugged. "It was, sure, but he barely had one flying lesson and he's a first year just like us. I think it's a rumor, and next time I see Harry Potter, I'll be sure to ask him."

Seamus pointed in the other direction. "Well, there he is, right there. Why don't you ask him now?"

(Y/N) held Seamus' gaze for a moment. She could tell he didn't think she was going to do it. "Fine," (Y/N) closed her book and got to her feet. "And I'll tell you all about how it's a rumor when I get back."

She could hear them laughing as she started after Harry, but she payed it no mind. She was on a mission to prove herself right, and more importantly, prove them wrong. When she caught up with Harry, (Y/N) tapped him on the shoulder. "So, is it true? What they're saying?" She asked, once again too worked up to remember her manners. "Are you really the new Seeker?"

"Yeah," Harry smiled and nodded, clearly very proud of himself. "Can you believe it?"

(Y/N) stopped dead in her tracks. "You're joking,"

He shook his head, stopping, too. (Y/N) could tell she was beginning to confuse him; he stared at her expecting some explanation.

But she was astonished. She'd never heard of a first year being put on a Quidditch team, let alone without flying lessons. And Harry didn't even know anything about Quidditch! He must have been very promising for McGonagall to take notice, (Y/N) thought. She couldn't wait to see him play a real game. "That's amazing! Congratulations!"

Harry seemed to be taken aback. Perhaps he'd forgotten that (Y/N) was quite nice and that it was Draco that caused all their problems. Still, a smile spread across his face. "Thanks!"

"And did McGonagall really pull Oliver Wood out of class?"

"How d'you know that?"

"Everyone's talking about it. You know, you being on the team is a really big deal." She'd dreamed of being on the Slytherin team since she could remember.

They turned a corner, and a ginger down the hallway spotted them and started walking in their direction. "Harry, why're all these people talking about you so much?"

"Haven't you heard?" (Y/N) peeked around Harry and looked at Ron. He looked disappointed to see her. "He's the new Seeker."

"Seeker?" Asked Ron, his red eyebrows raised. "But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in—"

"A century, according to McGonagall."

The Weasley twins – Fred and George, (Y/N) was sure – approached the three of them to congratulate Harry.

"Hey, well done, Harry. Wood's just told us!" Said one of them.

"Fred and George are on the team, too." Ron informed them. "Beaters."

"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch."

"Brutal." Nodded a twin. "But no ones died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..."

"But they'll turn up in a month or two!" Finished the other.

(Y/N) noticed that Harry looked a bit more uneasy than he did excited. "Don't listen to them. Quidditch is the best game there is!"

"And you'll be great, too." Ron assured him. (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

"But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?"

"You won't make a fool of yourself." (Y/N) hadn't even heard Hermione come up beside her and she nearly jumped out of her skin seeing her. "It's in your blood."

Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks, but all (Y/N) could do was try to figure out where Hermione came from.

The girl sighed. "Follow me."

Hermione brought them to the middle of an idle corridor. There were a few students milling about, but they hardly payed attention to the four first years crowded around the dusty display case. Among the golden trophies and badges, there was a plaque that read: SEEKER * JAMES POTTER * 1972.

"Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too." Ron said, pressing close to the glass to get a better look.

"I-I didn't know."

"That's bound to make you feel better, then." (Y/N) said. "It really is in your blood."

After a while, they decided to head back to their Common Room. It was getting late and they didn't want to get in trouble for being out past curfew. The hallways were seemingly empty, save for them, and even with three other people to keep her company, (Y/N) found Hogwarts to be a bit creepy at night. She never thought she'd seen it so empty.

(Y/N) and the two boys walked ahead of Hermione; they didn't have very much to say to her, and despite their differences, (Y/N) at least could bond over Quidditch with Harry and Ron. But Hermione didn't know much about the sport, and they didn't care to listen to her parade her knowledge when no one asked.

"I'm telling you, it's spooky." Ron's voice was low so Hermione wouldn't hear them and give them a scolding. "She knows more about you than you do."

(Y/N) giggled quietly, but Harry didn't seem as amused. "Who doesn't?"

Before anyone could take another step, the staircase began to shudder. Then, at once, the steps began to move. (Y/N) managed to catch herself just before she tumbled over the railing, and as she held on for dear life, she wondered how the revolving staircase was at all practical. 

"What's happening?" Asked Harry, gripping onto the railings.

"The staircases change, remember?" Called Hermione.

It stopped, and the stairs now lead to an entirely new platform. (Y/N) looked back to the way they were originally headed, now far in the other direction.

"Let's go this way." Said Harry, continuing the trek up the stairs.

"Before the staircase moves again." Agreed Ron.

There was only one place for them to go, so (Y/N) opened up the door and peered inside the room. She couldn't see much; the only light came from the hallway from the opened door, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing so close to her that they blocked what little light tried to come in. There were cobwebs everywhere and the room smelled of mildew and old rain. She was no where near water, yet the room somehow felt very damp.

"This place is creepy," (Y/N) decided.

"Does anyone feel like... We shouldn't be here?" Harry spun around himself to get a complete look at the room.

"We're not supposed to be here." Hermione said. "This is the third floor. It's forbidden."

The brazier closest to (Y/N) sparked to life, and frightened out of her mind she screamed and jumped back, right into poor Harry. "Let's go," She said, already turning to head out of the door.

But, before (Y/N) could take a single step, there was a cat sitting right in their way. She stared ahead at them with her beady red eyes (Y/N) recognized from somewhere, but she couldn't quite place where. Hermione figured it out before (Y/N) could.

"That's Mr. Filch's cat!" She said.

"Run!"

The four of them took off running, deeper into the forbidden corridor. Each brazier they passed lit up, as if they were the wand igniting it. (Y/N) was certain they would get caught; that they should give up and face detention. But they ran until there was no where left to go, and then Harry pointed to a door at the end of the hallway. "Let's hide through that door!" He tried the handle, but to his dismay, "It's locked!"

"That's it," Cried Ron. "We're done for!"

"Good thing there's a spell for just this sort of thing!" (Y/N) said, shooting Ron a passing glare as she reached for her wand. But Hermione was quicker than her.

"Oh, move over!" Hermione pushed everyone out of her way, pointing her wand at the lock. "Alohomora!"

The door opened, and (Y/N) didn't have enough time to be annoyed with Hermione before she was running into the room. Harry followed in after her, then Ron, and finally Hermione, who shut the door firmly behind them. She pressed her ear to the wood, listening closely for anyone on the other side.

"Alohomora?" Questioned Ron.

"Standard book of spells," Said Hermione. "Chapter 7."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes in annoyance. She knew the spell, too! She gave little thought on the matter, however, because as she turned around, she came face to face with a ghastly beast. A three headed dog was just before her, all six of his giant eyes closed as he took a nap. Her eyes fell to his paws, each one about the size of her head, and to the claws peeking out of them. She froze in her tracks, only able to tug on the sleeve closest to her--it was Harry's--to perhaps get someone to fix the situation.

"Filch is gone." Announced Hermione.

"Probably thinks this door's locked."

"And for good reason." Harry stood beside (Y/N), standing just as still as she as he regarded the dog that she brought to his attention.

To (Y/N)'s horror, the dog began to stir. As it raised it's heads, (Y/N) found the dog was even bigger than she thought, at least four times her size! She began to feel light headed when she caught sight of one of it's teeth, sharp and barred in anger.

There was a moment when all four children just stared at the beast, unable to think clearly enough to do anything. Then, all at once, the first years began to scream, and (Y/N) was the first one to break away from the conundrum. She threw open the heavy door and booked it as quickly as she could out of the room.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione filed out after her, and then all three of them pushed on the door. After a moment's hesitation, (Y/N) figured that she should help them, too, and she pushed as hard as she could, forcing all of her weight against the door. Finally they managed to force it shut, and even though the dog couldn't possibly open the door himself, they ran as fast as their legs could carry them, and as far from the third floor corridor as they could manage.

No one spoke until they felt they were far enough away from the dog and all three of his heads. It was Ron who was the first to complain. "What do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school!"

"You don't use your eyes, do you?" Hermione said. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"

"Who looks at the ground when there's three giant heads staring at them?" (Y/N) shouted, beginning to grow increasingly annoyed with the girl.

"It was standing on a trap door." Hermione didn't pay any attention to (Y/N). "Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something."

"Guarding something?" Repeated Harry.

"That's right. Now, if you three don't mind, I'm going to bed before any of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed, or worse, expelled!" She opened up the door to the girls dormitories and then slammed it shut behind her, not even waiting a moment for (Y/N) to come in.

"She needs to sort out her priorities."

(Y/N) and Harry nodded in agreement. Then, (Y/N) decided she'd had her fill of adventure for the day and she said goodnight to the boys and went to her room.

As she lay in bed, she found herself thinking of Narcissa's letter. She said that Lucius was working on getting her out of Gryffindor and into Slytherin, where she belonged, and while (Y/N) did want to be in the same house as Draco, she found she got on much better with Harry and Ron, not to mention Seamus and Dean. And the one thing that Gryffindor didn't have that Slytherin did was Crabbe and Goyle, and if (Y/N) could spare herself from their presence, she would do whatever it took.

Her second thoughts only came from the friends she made. She wasn't completely sure if Harry and Ron considered her to be their friend, but she figured since they looked Death in the eye--all six of them--that they at least had some kind of bond. Besides, even if Harry Potter and Ron Weasley wanted nothing to do with her, she had Dean and Seamus, and they weren't too terribly bad themselves.

She smiled to herself, finding that Gryffindor wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. She wasn't sure if she wanted to switch houses anymore; Gryffindor seemed to do just fine. And, (Y/N) thought it would be a rather arduous task to make even more friends of her own upon switching to Slytherin.

~

The weeks passed idly by and before (Y/N) knew it, it was Halloween. They still had classes that day, but the promise of a feast later in the evening filled (Y/N) with excitement.

Their last class of the day was charms with professor Flitwick. (Y/N), having grown tired of Crabbe and Goyle, opted to sit next to Seamus and Ron for the lesson. She'd grown quite close with her fellow Gryffindors over the weeks ad prided herself in the relationships she established. (Y/N) very well thought she'd already managed to find her best friends, even though one was a Weasley, and the other, Dean Thomas, was a muggleborn. What the Malfoys didn't know wouldn't hurt them, she decided, and to make sure Draco kept his mouth shut, she promised him an extra gift that Christmas.

"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly!" Professor Flitwick stood atop his podium, his wand gripped in his hand. He was a very tiny man with a squeaky voice. (Y/N)'d heard rumors that he was part elf, but she didn't put much stock into the things Fred and George told her. "Do you have your feathers?"

Hermione promptly lifted her feather in the air for Flitwick to see. (Y/N) and Ron exchanged a tired look.

"Good," Flitwick nodded and raised his wand in the air. "Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing. The swish and flick!" He motioned for the student's to follow his lead. "Everyone,"

(Y/N) reached for her wand, holding it in her hand just as Flitwick demonstrated. Then, along with the rest of the class, she practiced her movement. "Swish and flick,"

"Good!" Flitwick smiled. "Oh, and enunciate! Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then."

(Y/N) eyed her feather, determined to levitate it into the air. She imagined how proud Lucius would be if she was able to be at the top of her class in potions and charms! With a swish and flick of her wand, (Y/N) recited her incantation, "Wingardium Leviosa!" but to her dismay, only a few tuffs of the feather budged.

Everyone around her seemed to be having the same problem. Not a single feather rose into the air, and Flitwick, from where he stood, gave a tired laugh. To her left, Ron shook his wand fervently at the feather. He wasn't having any luck, either it seemed.

"No, stop, stop, stop." Hermione grabbed onto Ron's arm and held it still. "You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's 'leviosa,' not 'leviosa."

"You do it then, if you're so clever." Ron leaned back in his chair, giving Hermione ample room to operate. (Y/N) leaned forward, hoping she would see that the charm wasn't so easy, after all. "Go on, go on!"

Hermione picked up her wand, raising her nose high into the air. Then, with a dainty swish and flick of her wand, she said "Wingardium leviosa," and just like that, her feather lifted high into the air. The entire class stopped what they were doing to see, and Professor Flitwick gave a delighted laugh.

"Oh, well done!" He cheered. "See here, everyone, Miss Granger's done it! Splendid!"

(Y/N) sunk back into her chair in annoyance. One of these days, she thought, I'm gonna find something Hermione Granger  can't do. (Y/N) reached for her wand to give it another try, but just as she began, Seamus lazily flicked his wand.

"Wingard leviosa,"

There was a loud popping sound and all (Y/N) could see was a thick cloud of smoke. When it cleared, she found the right side of her face was covered in soot. Beside her, Seamus' hair stuck out every which way, and his face was black with ash. Even Harry on the other side of him didn't escape the backfire.

Where Seamus' feather once lay, there was nothing but a cloud of smoke. (Y/N) began to wipe of her face with the sleeve of her robe, but Harry and Seamus simply stared awestruck at the destruction Seamus left in his wake.

"I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor." Harry said.

By the end of class, no one but Hermione had managed to lift their feather in the air. Professor Flitwick promised that they'd continue with the lesson the next class, and the first years were dismissed.

Harry, Ron, and (Y/N) decided to drop their things back off in the dormitories before they headed down to the feast, and since Seamus needed to clean up, he and Dean tagged along. As they traveled across the grounds, Ron went on about what class was like next to Hermione.

"'It's levi-ohh-sa, not levio-saah.'" He mimicked, over annunciating the places where he was corrected. (Y/N) and her friends laughed at his display. "Honestly, she's a nightmare! No wonder she hasn't got any friends."

Just as he said it, Hermione passed by, her head hung low. As she hurried away, (Y/N) thought she heard the girl sniffling.

"I think she heard you." Said Harry.

(Y/N) thought Hermione was unbearable to be around, but she never wanted to see her upset. "You should apologize."

"Me?" Ron repeated. "You were laughing, too, you know!"

But by the time they reached the common room, Hermione was no where in sight. Even when (Y/N) went up to her dormitory, she saw no sign of the girl. (Y/N) left her things on her bed, then went back downstairs to meet with Harry and Ron. They agreed they would apologize when they found her in the Great Hall and headed down to the feast.

Soon after they arrived, (Y/N) forgot all about Hermione. She didn't think she'd ever seen so much food in her life! It would be the first Hogwarts feast she would allow herself to enjoy; the first one she spent moping all the way through. But even as she piled her plate high with the delicious food, (Y/N) couldn't help but notice that their section of the Gryffindor table was a bit quieter than usual, and upon closer inspection, she realized a certain know-it-all witch hadn't joined them for dinner.

"Where's Hermione?" She asked to no one in particular.

Harry and Ron seemed to realize for the first time that Hermione wasn't there, after all. Neville Longbottom was the one who answered. "Parvati Patil said that she wouldn't come out of the girl's bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon... Crying."

(Y/N) glanced at Harry and Ron. Ron just shrugged and went back to his dinner.

"What are you shrugging for?" (Y/N) demanded. "It's your fault she's upset!"

Ron had no time to defend himself. Just as he started to, the doors to the Great Hall burst opened and in zoomed the nervous Professor Quirrell. "Troll! In the dungeon! T-TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!!" He stopped in the middle of the aisle and from the head table, Dumbledore stood. The entire great hall was silent, awaiting whatever he would say next. "Thought you ought to know." With that, he fell over in a dead faint.

A few seconds of silence passed, then all chaos broke loose. To think a troll was enough to make the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor faint frightened little (Y/N) beyond measure. She wondered just what that meant for her and her safety. She and Ron got out of their seats and began to run towards the exit, but everyone else in the room had that exact same idea. The room was louder than it was minutes before as everyone hollered and screamed, pushing their fellow students this way and that.

"SILENCE!"

(Y/N) froze, her hand firmly secured on Ron's arm. She had no recollection of grabbing him, and it seemed amidst the chaos, he had no recollection of it either. He gave her a strange look and she quickly put her hand by her side and turned to listen to what Dumbledore had to say.

"Everyone will please, not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their houses back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons."

So, (Y/N) followed Percy, as calmly as she could manage, out of the Great Hall and towards the dormitories with the rest of Gryffindor House. Harry wand Ron walked on either side of her, and they couldn't keep themselves quiet.

"How could a troll get in?" Asked Harry.

"Not on it's on. Trolls are really  stupid." Ron said. "Probably people playing jokes."

(Y/N) came to an abrupt stop, pulling the two boys behind with her.

"What?" Ron asked, surprised to find (Y/N)'d grabbed hold of him yet again.

"Hermione!" (Y/N) said hurriedly "She doesn't know!"

That seemed to be enough for the boys because just like that, they took off running. For the amount of pride Percy Weasley had in being a Prefect, he was not very astute. The three first years easily broke away from their house and started down the empty corridors. They nearly made it to the bathroom when they heard a loud grunting noise and heavy footsteps.

"I think the troll's left the dungeon..." Ron managed.

(Y/N) saw the shadow of the troll illuminated by the lighting strike from outside. She had no intentions of sticking around to see the rest of him and pulled both of the boys and pulled them into a doorway. They gave enough time for them to be out of the troll's sight before each of them cautiously peeked out to see the beast that was sauntering down the hallway.

The troll was ugly and large, (Y/N) even thought he was bigger than the three headed dog they'd encountered months prior. His head almost reached the castle's ceiling and (Y/N) wondered just what she'd gotten herself into. He lazily made his way down the hall and towards the bathroom, holding his club, that looked alarmingly heavy, by his side.

"He's going into the girl's bathroom!" Whispered Harry.

"Perhaps we should get a professor," (Y/N) suggested meekly. "He is quite large."

Harry rolled his eyes and tugged on (Y/N)'s wrist. "Come on!"

They hurried down the hall and right into the girl's bathroom just in time to see the troll smash through the stalls. Hermione screamed loudly as pieces of wood fell down on her.

"Hermione, move!" Yelled Harry.

She began to crawl away, but the troll raised his club and smashed the remaining stalls that were still standing. "Help!" Cried Hermione. "Help!"

(Y/N) knew of many helpful charms, but none that would be of any use in her troll situation. And even if she did, (Y/N) was no good at executing them. So, at a loss of what else to do, she picked up pieces of the broken stalls and began hurling them at the ugly beast. Harry and Ron joined in, but it didn't take long for them to realize it wasn't doing much good at all.

"Hey, pea brain!" Ron threw a piece of wood directly at the troll's head.

He looked their way, blinking dumbly in their direction. Getting nervous now that the troll knew she was there, (Y/N) anxiously bounced where she stood before throwing yet another plank at the troll with all her might.

Hermione took that chance to escape the stalls, but she couldn't get very far. She took refuge under a sink, but the troll saw her, and turned to smash Hermione once more. His club crashed through the sink, and barely missed the young girl. Water began spewing everywhere, and (Y/N) only hoped they wouldn't be held responsible for the troll's damages.

"Help!"

With a determined nod, Harry took out his wand. He charged the troll, latching onto his club for dear life. The troll hardly noticed and raised his club high into the air, lifting Harry with him, and the boy landed onto his shoulders.

The troll looked around in a panic, then started moving around violently to get Harry off of him. He shook his head and even tried bouncing up and down, anything to throw the boy off of his shoulders. Eventually, in all the fuss, Harry managed to shove his wand right up the troll's nose.

(Y/N) crinkled her nose in disgust, turning the other way.

"Ew!" Said Ron.

The troll grabbed Harry by his foot, dangling the boy upside down. He gave a mighty swing of his club and!--(Y/N) squealed and covered her eyes, unable to watch what would come of her friend.

"Do something!" To her surprise, Harry didn't meet his untimely demise, and he was still quite alive.

"I can't!" (Y/N) yelled back. "I'm not any good at charms!"

"You should pay attention more often!" Harry yelled, obviously growing impatient.

(Y/N) promised herself she would most definitely pay more attention in her charms class in case another troll got in and held Harry hostage by the foot in a girls bathroom. However unlikely that may have been.

Ron decided he would be the one to act, and he nervously drew his wand. He stared up at the troll, adjusting his grip.

"Swish and flick!" Hermione reminded.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" With a swish and flick of Ron's wand, the club floated straight out of the troll's hand.

He looked up, clearly confused as to where his trusty club had gotten to, just as Ron dropped it right onto his head. "Cool," Ron smiled. The troll dropped Harry, who scooted to safety next to (Y/N) and Ron. But as he moved, the troll followed, swaying this way and that, until finally he fell right at Harry's feet. (Y/N) helped Harry stand up and hid behind him as she examined the troll from a far distance. Hermione emerged from her hiding place underneath the sinks and tentatively stepped closer.

"Is it... Dead?"

"I don't think so." Answered Harry. "Just knocked out." He bent over to pick up his wand, covered in goo. (Y/N) crinkled her nose and backed away from him, not wanting to be anywhere near whatever was in the troll's nose. "Ugh!" Harry wiped his wand off on his robes. "Troll bogies."

Just then, Professor McGonagall hurried into the bathroom with Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape following close behind her. She pressed a hand to her heart, taking one look at the room before accusingly turning towards (Y/N) and the two boys.

"Oh! Oh, my goodness!" Exclaimed McGonagall. "E-explain yourselves, the three of you."

The three of them began making an excuse all at once.

"Well..." (Y/N) began. "You see--"

"We just..."

"What it is..."

"It's my fault, Professor McGonagall." Said Hermione.

(Y/N) whipped around to face Hermione, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. From beside her, she heard Ron mutter a, "What?" Never in a million years did (Y/N) think that Hermione Granger would take a fall for her.

"Ms. Granger?"

"I went looking for the troll." She lied, lowering her gaze to the floor. "I'd read about them and thought I could handle it, but I was wrong. If Harry, Ron, and (Y/N) hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead."

McGonagall shook her head. "Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would've expected more rational behavior on your part, Ms. Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgement." McGonagall looked at the three students on the other side of the troll. (Y/N) could already imagine the letters from home once they found out what she'd gotten mixed up in. "As for you three, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many students could take on a full grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points will be awarded to each of you."

(Y/N) grinned brightly, and as if McGonagall wanted to make sure they knew what they did was wrong, she added, "For sheer dumb luck."

Snape and McGonagall left the bathroom and the four students began to follow them. As if they weren't already going, Quirrell motioned them along. "Perhaps you ought to go." He said. "M-might wake up."

They began their walk back to their common room. The hallways were dark and empty, only lit up by the occasional flash of lightning.

"Good of you to get us out of trouble, like that." Said Harry.

Ron hurried to face him. "Mind you, we did save her life."

"Mind you," Countered Harry. "She might not have needed saving if you hadn't insulted her!"

Hermione gave a curt nod of agreement.

"Well," Said (Y/N). She'd been quite moved by Hermione's generosity, and as much of a know-it-all she was, she couldn't deny that Harry was right. It was very good of her to keep them out of trouble, and after they'd been so terrible to her, too. "What are friends for?"

Hermione looked her way, offering a genuine smile at her joke. At that moment, (Y/N) hadn't ever been more sure of anything in her life: Gryffindor was her home, and she wasn't leaving any time soon.