The Bathroom Incident — When Canon Breaks Completely
The girls' bathroom echoed with heavy footsteps.
The troll loomed—club dragging, eyes dull, mind empty.
Harry raised his wand, hands shaking.
Neville swallowed hard, standing beside him.
Ron—panicking—squeezed his eyes shut.
"W–Wingardium… Levio—something!"
The spell fired.
It missed the troll entirely.
Instead—
Harry and Neville lifted clean off the floor.
"What—!?" Harry barely had time to yelp before—
THUD.
Both slammed headfirst into the wall.
Unconscious.
Silence.
Ron stared.
His wand floated in the air.
His breath hitched.
And then—
He pissed himself.
Ron Weasley collapsed on the spot.
Unconscious.
Pathetic.
🌑 The Shadow Acts
From the ceiling—
A pair of crimson eyes opened.
Darkrai stepped out of the shadows.
"…Hopeless," he muttered.
The troll turned.
Too slow.
Darkrai raised one claw.
Shadow Ball.
The blast hit the troll like a cannon, smashing it into the stone wall.
Before it could rise—
Dark Pulse.
The pressure crushed what little resistance it had left.
And finally—
Will-O-Wisp.
Ethereal flames wrapped around the troll's body.
It didn't scream.
It simply… ceased to exist.
Ash drifted to the floor.
Darkrai faded back into shadow—
Just as footsteps approached.
👩🏫 The Professors Arrive
McGonagall burst in first.
Then Sprout.
Then Flitwick.
They froze.
Three unconscious boys.
One of them soaked in urine.
And no troll.
Minerva McGonagall felt her soul leave her body.
"…Merlin help me," she whispered.
Sprout winced.
Flitwick adjusted his glasses, choosing silence.
Without a word, they cast levitation charms.
The three boys floated toward the hospital wing.
McGonagall refused to look at Ron.
🧙♂️ Truth in the Shadows
Snape and Dumbledore remained behind.
The bathroom was quiet.
Dumbledore spoke calmly.
"You may come out now."
The shadows rippled.
Darkrai emerged and bowed slightly.
"My master ordered me to protect them," he said simply.
"I intervened only when necessary."
Snape's eyes narrowed.
"What happened?"
Darkrai recounted everything—
Ron's spell.
Harry and Neville knocked unconscious.
The troll's end.
Snape's jaw tightened.
Dumbledore rubbed his temple.
"…I see."
Darkrai produced a small vial and handed it to Snape.
"My master asked me to give this to you."
Snape examined it, eyes widening slightly.
"…Anti-poison," he murmured.
"Advanced."
He looked… pleased.
Dumbledore inclined his head.
"Thank you. We will not reveal your presence."
Darkrai nodded.
"My master anticipated that."
And vanished.
🌙 Back to the Lionhardt Heir
Lucien was awake.
Darkrai returned, kneeling briefly.
"It is done, Master."
Lucien listened.
Then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"…Ron is truly pathetic."
Darkrai nodded solemnly.
"I concur."
Lucien smiled faintly.
"You did well. Go rest."
Darkrai bowed and dissolved into the pocket dimension.
Lucien lay back down.
Akeno shifted closer, murmuring softly in her sleep.
Vulpix curled tighter.
The night passed.
🏥 Morning After
By morning—
The story spread.
A troll destroyed without a trace Three boys unconscious Ron Weasley… humiliated beyond recovery
And one truth whispered quietly among professors:
If Lucien Lionhardt had been awake… none of this would have happened.