Aftermath

Eren was being taken to Madam Pompfrey, while the Gryffindors were before the Lioness.

"Explain yourselves, all of you!"

This stopped Hermione from staring at the blood pool and relieved her condition of shock.

"Miss Granger?"

"Perhaps it would be better to take them to the healer before they are subjected to questioning," Eren said, lying on the ground.

"Yes, yes. Minerva, take Miss Granger and her friends to the infirmary first. They need to calm down after tonight's events." Dumbledore said, his gaze still locked on the Troll's bindings.

Harry walks out, looking down at the floor, ashamed of meeting Eren's eyes. He blamed himself for Eren's injuries after thinking the librarian had been dead. 

'I should have gone back to my room. Mr Yeager was capable of defeating the troll, and would have been uninjured if not for protecting us.' He notices Snape's leg, which has the trousers' leg torn and a large cut on it. Snape notices and covers it up, glaring at Harry.

"Go back to your rooms for tonight, but all three of you will meet me in the staff room first thing in the morning. I would've expected more rational behaviour on your part and am very disappointed in you, Miss Granger. Thirty points will be taken off from Gryffindor's house."

"THIRTY!?" Ron screamed.

"Each. I do not want to listen to your complaints for the night, Mr. Weasley. Run back to your rooms now." 

Harry, Ron and Hermione exit the bathroom. Quirrell looks at the wailing troll. Snape and McGonagall leave the bathroom behind the Gryffindors, with Harry leaning on Snape, colouring his robes red due to all that blood.

"It is a beautiful piec-e of art, don't you agree Headmaster?"

"It is, Quirinus." 

Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking back to the Gryffindor Common Room through the corridor.

"Thirty points mate! Each! That's ninety we just lost because of Hermione."

"Professor Yeager did ask us to turn back Ron."

"He is not a professor mate, and he is disabled. You can't blame us for thinking for him."

"And he did not need your help, did he? Shut up, Ron." Hermione shouted running back to the girls' room, leaving a surprised Harry and Ron alone in the hallway.

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"Thank you, Severus. I will compensate for your robes later." Snape just pushed him down on the bed, where Madam Pompfrey was tending to his arm, surprised as she straightened it without a single complaint from her patient.

She was angry about how the wards had failed to recognise the threat but happy, deep down that it was an adult injured wizard in her infirmary and not three dead children.

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The next morning, in the great hall. All the children are sitting, and eating. Harry is twirling his food on a fork.

The Halloween dinner was compensated as a post-Halloween breakfast feast, where Dumbledore was informing the students, that the threat against Hogwarts was taken care of.

He saw the empty place where Eren was supposed to be. Snape appears at the table.

"Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself as a true Gryffindor, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin." Snape walks off, limping. Harry notices this.

He remembered today was the Quidditch match against Slytherin. He was too shaken after yesterday to care for the match in the morning.

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"I am able to walk now."

"And I would not have you leave for another two days."

"I do not intend to go back to work, Pompfrey, I want to leave Hogwarts for a day or two, for which I need to talk to Dumbledore today." Eren and Madam Pompfrey had gone from acquaintances to friends all in one night. The sixty-year-old healer witch had appreciated his company.

"I will ask Dumbledore to come here then. You need to stay on the bed."

"You do not need to worry. T'is is but a scratch. I have been worse." Eren raised his other arm and leg.

"I still think a prosthetic arm would do wonders. You already have a prosthetic leg, why refuse the arm?"

"Without an arm, a leg and an eye, I will be Captain Hook come true. I do not want to be called that again."

"Again?" 

"There was this girl... she had told me stories, out of my world." Pompfrey nodded, having read some muggle stories herself.

"Oh, I did not think of you as the romantic type."

"You would be right, she was more of a little sister to me. We had been through a lot. She died, a little before I came here. I think she was happy leaving the world than to live in it" Pompfrey listened in silence.

"I am sorry for your loss." Eren downed another potion, with no effects again.

"Me too Pompfrey." She nods and leaves for the headmaster's office, leaving Eren alone in the room.

"Me too..."

The effects of the Sonorus charm reach to the infirmary promptly. "Hello! And welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor!"

Outside, Harry rams the Slytherin Seeker, then is butted out. He returns, smashing the Seeker again as the Snitch dives. The boys follow, but they approach the ground quickly. The Slytherin Seeker backs out, and Harry pulls up his broom as he follows the Snitch, feet above the ground. Harry stands up, and steps forward, trying to grab the ball. He goes too far, and topples off the broom with a yelp, tumbling on the ground. He gets up and lurches. The crowd gasps. Hermione appears beside a tower to see.

Harry lurches and the Snitch pops out of his mouth. It lands in his hands.

"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!"

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[A/N in author notes, power stones and 5 star reviews]