Harry tried to banish the troll. While he knocked it back a bit, that didn't work so well. He and Hermione were still trapped in the bathroom. " Confundus !" Even as it escaped his mouth, Harry thought to himself " You stupid idiot, it is already stupid what is making it dumber going to do." The answer he found was not much. It swung its club into the wall holding sinks. The result was two broken sinks and water spraying every where. Hermione was damn near useless because she was screaming hysterically. What to cast?
" Wingardium leviosa ! "Harry lifted the heavy sinks and then banished them at the troll's head . Which proved to be at least somewhat effective. One of the sinks couldn't handle the second strike and shattered with one shard lodging in one of the trolls eyes. A third strike and the second sink smashed but the troll was still moving. Harry drew up as much power as he could and fired a " Reducto! " That seemed to have worked a bit. The troll roared in pain and took two steps back at least. Harry scooted over to Hermione and he really wished you could apparate on Hogwarts grounds. Sheba edged past the troll and looked at Harry as if to say aren't you coming. The troll came at them agin swinging his club from one side to the other Harry pulled Hermione below the swing and slapped her once hoping to startle her back to sense. He ignored the rain of splinters as the troll's club shattered the bathroom stalls. Since reducto had worked a bit at least, he sent a succession of them at the troll hoping to push it enough to the side to allow him to pull himself and Hermione out into the halls where hopefully they could outrun it.
Five seconds later, Harry was relieved when Aunt Min and Professors Snape and Quirrell appeared in the door. Snape was first through the door. He fired a" Sectumsempra " at the trolls neck. Harry who was closest was hit with a spray of troll blood. It gurgled out one last roar and collapsed.
"Am I glad to see you." Harry said.
"Mr. Potter. Miss Granger, in one piece I see."
"Yes. Not as tidy as I like to be, but given this is the first time I've ever fought I troll, and I haven't studied them before I think I did respectably. Professor, I don't suppose you have a calming draught on you. I believe Miss Granger could stand one."
Minerva's Scottish bur was obvious as she said "An' she's no' the only one."
Harry thought to himself that Aunt Min would probably prefer a wee dram of firewhiskey instead but said nothing.
"No, sorry." The dark haired man answered.
"And you, Harry, are you alright? "
"I think if Sirius were here he'd chap my arse for getting into this situation; then I'd spend an hour or two getting lectured on what I did right and wrong during the fight."
Professor Snape's, "Indeed, perhaps I should assign an essay to that effect. What school rules you broke and an analysis of the fight due at your next potions class."
Harry gave his Professor a respectful nod.
Minerva gave him a smile and said, "I think five points for Gryffindor for keeping yourselves alive . Please escort Miss Granger to the infirmary and have Poppy check you both over." She swiped a bit of blood off Harry's cheek, "I don't think you are quite as unscathed as you thought."
"Actually, I.. there's something I need you to help me with."
"And what would that be?" Snape snarled.
Harry paused. "I suppose it will keep. Come on, Hermione."
As soon as they were out of earshot of the Professors, Harry whipped out his phone.
"Black." Sirius' voice was slightly slurred. He'd obviously hoisted a few in remembrance of his friends that night.
"It's me Harry. I need Amelia Bones' number."
"Why for?"
"When you're sober Pads, not tonight."
"Yer right Remi and I probably have had a bit mush . Give me a minute. Amelia's number is 050-505-0555."
"Thanks, and be sure you stay put tonight."
"Righto kiddo."
Harry and Hermione were now at the door of the infirmary and Harry was debating going in at all. He wound up not getting a choice. Hermione pulled him in. "Professor McGonagall said we were both to come here."
"But-"
It was too late Poppy Pomfrey had spotted them. Her attention focused on Harry considering he was dotted with flecks of his own blood and was fairly splattered with troll blood as well it wasn't surprising. "What in the name of Merlin?"
"Hi Madam Pomfrey. I'm fine, but Hermione here has had a bit of a shock. I'm fine."
"I'll believe that when I run a diagnostic and not one minute before. Change into one of the gowns and sit there."
"But I'm fine."
"You have some blood on your face so do as you're told."
Reminding himself that Winry got worse the more you argued Harry took the gown went to the bathroom and cleaned up, exiting five minutes later wearing the dreaded hospital gown and his boxers.
The matron ran her diagnostic spells and Harry could have sworn a disappointed look crossed her face. Harry noticed that Hermione was tucked sound asleep into one of the infirmary beds.
Harry didn't say anything as Madame summoned a small porcelain shard out of the cut on his cheek, and removed six other splinters he had barely been aware that he had. He stayed quiet as she bathed them with a disinfecting and healing potion. But his cooperation drew the line when she set out three potions.