The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

Potions Class

The next day, Carson and Hermione were seated next to each other in transfiguration, not knowing where Harry and Ron were.

"Do you think they're lost?" Carson asked Hermione. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. They shouldn't be late though; they'll miss the first lesson of the day!" she said to him, only caring about the lesson right now. She had a point though; they would miss the first class of the school year. Also, both boys and her didn't get along yet. Ron specifically and Harry just going along with his friend.

Five minutes after the class started, Harry and Ron burst into the classroom.

"Whew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron said, out of breath after he noticed the teacher was not here yet.

Suddenly, the cat sat on the desk jumped up and transformed into Professor McGonagall. Harry and Ron stood there, mouths agape at the sight before them. Ron managed to say, "That was bloody brilliant."

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, that way one of you might be on time." Professor McGonagall said, keeping up her stern attitude.

This time Harry spoke up. "We got lost."

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." She said, as Harry and Ron went to take the two remaining seats in the back of the room.

The rest of the class went as normal before they had to go to potions with Professor snape. The professor burst into the room and started talking immediately.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few..." Snape starts, looking at Draco. Draco smiles at the attention given to him by the professor before he continues again.

"...who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper...in death." Snape says, stopping as he see's Harry writing down notes as he was talking.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention." Snape says, stopping at Harry. Carson nudges him to get him to look up at the expectant teacher.

"Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked, as Hermione raised her hand. Harry shrugged, signaling he does not know the answer.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked again, Hermione raising her hand even higher.

"I don't know sir."

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Harry stayed silent, indicated he also did not know the answer.

"Well, clearly fame isn't everything is it Mr. Potter?"

Carson got mad at Snape for speaking about his new friend that way.

"You can't blame him Professor! He's only just learned the wizarding world exists! He didn't even know he was famous a week ago! How do you expect him to know all of this compared to other kids who've grown up in it? You're just being unfair to him!" Carson said, standing up from Harry. Harry smiled at him, and Hermione glared at him for disrespecting a teacher.

"Well, Mr. Marshall. Do you know the answers then? Since you've spent your whole life in this word? Do you think you're smart enough to know these?" Snape asked, expecting him not to know.

"I do in fact. Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful; it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite professor." Carson said, earning shocked looks from everyone except Hermione. She knew he was smart.

She was happy he knew the answers, but still mad at him for disrespecting a teacher. Snape looked shocked, but his expression quickly faltered into the usual sneer.

"Why aren't you all copying this down?" Snape asked, looking at the class as they hurried to write down the answers. "As for you Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your house, I do not tolerate cheek from anyone, especially you Mr. Marshall." Snape said, glaring at Carson.

The class went by slowly after that, nothing exciting happening after. The first years left and went to lunch in the great hall, Hermione and Carson walking with Harry and Ron.

The four sat down at the Gryffindor table, watching Seamus Finnigan mess around with his goblet.

"What's he doing?" Carson asked Ron, who was watching Seamus.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum. Eye of rabbit, harp string hum..." Seamus chants, as he looks into his goblet.

"Turn it into rum. Actually, managed a weak tea yesterday, before-." Ron was cut off by an explosion coming from the goblet.

As the smoke wore off, revealing Seamus with his eyebrows blown off.

"Ah! Mails here!" Ron said, as about 200 owls flew in.

One owl dropped a letter at Carson. He took the parchment off the owls leg and opened it as the owl flew off. He opened the letter to see what his parents had wrote him.

"Dear Carson,

Congratulations on getting Gryffindor? Any new friends? Be sure to do all your assignments. Also, be aware of Snape and keep your cool around him. He can be quite scary sometimes. Hopefully, you are having fun! Be sure to reply back!

Love, Mum and dad"

Carson stuck the letter in his pocket as everyone was looking at Neville on the other side of the table. Carson looked to see what was going on.

"Hey look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" Seamus said, gaining more peoples attention.

"I've read about those. If the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something." Hermione said, showing off her knowledge to her housemates.

"Course you did 'Mione." Carson said, not noticing Hermione's tomato red face at the nickname.

"The only thing is, I can't remember what I've forgotten!" Neville said ashamed.

"Hey, Ron, Carson, somebody broke into Gringotts, listen. Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to." Harry said, reading the article.

"That is weird. Probably just a coincidence though, right 'Mione?" Carson asked, turning to Hermione, asking for his best friends opinion, who nodded.