Harry Potter And The Mad King Of Swords

After a bit of school, Hermione was crying in the restroom. I couldn't go in there to cheer her up, neither did I know why she was crying. I think I'm pretty dumb. Anyways, I was sitting in the Hall. I'm not sure what it's actually called, but I also wasn't that prepared for school. So maybe I'm just dumb.

Then our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Kwearl. I think that's how you say it. Either that or Professor Quirrell. Anyways, he started screaming, saying there was a troll or something in the restrooms. I was pretty sleepy at the time, so no realization sunk in to me.

Panic broke out before Headmaster Dumbledore stopped it and sent us to the common rooms.

Ron and Harry told me something and I realized that Hermione was still in the restroom. Unaware of everything going on. So we went to get her out.

We got in an there was a troll. We panicked and locked the door. Until we realized that Hermione was still in there. So I took a wooden sword out from my robes. Ron and Harry stared at me and asked me. "Where in bloody hell did you keep that?"

"Magic. I think."

I kicked the door open with my 11 year old body. My leg hurt like hell. I kept dodging it's giant wooden club. I realized that my little kid body would be absolutely broken if I got hit with a single strike. I also realized that I had no way of hurting it. Unless.....

I gripped my sword and used a technique from my old world. It was just using every ounce of power within a person's body without holding back. I would have normally not used this attack as an 11 year old, but since magic existed. I did it with absolutely no fear of dying.

While I got prepared to get everything in balmy body to break. Harry jumped on the back of the troll. Trying to avoid getting grabbed. But then he was grabbed and thrown.

Realizing the current situation, I ran at the troll and blocked one hit from the troll and blocked 2 more. With each strike breaking my bones. The pain was immense. It felt like getting hit by a giant club that was going fast enough to break bones.... wait a minute.

I ran around the troll and climbed the back of it's leg and got on its back. Then I kept going up. Until I was on its head. I poked both of his eyes with my sword and jumped off. The troll dropped his club. I was screaming at them to use a spell or something since it was strong enough to put me in a comma with a single hit.

They decided to use Wingardium Leviosa. Which was a levitation spell. Why? Then the club floated up and it slammed into the troll, knocking it out. How did they do that with a levitation spell. How?

Never mind! What was important was that I didn't get killed by a troll. I was a bit exhausted. I put my wood sword and I put it away. Where did I put it? Magic. Or not.

Anyways, when the teachers got there, I collapsed right after a wave of relief washed over me.