Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Hermione X Self Insert)

Chapter 2 - The New Boy In England

May 23, 1985

The plane touched down in London from Canada, as a boy with blond curls and round framed glasses with black brushed aluminium rims looked out the window.

The boy's name was Dayton Cahill, very skinny and tall for only 4 years old. Beside him on the plane sat his father Sean and his stepmother Shannon, with his brother Declan who was still only two years old, and his baby sister Scarlett. His birth mother, Shasta Collins, had died shortly after his third birthday, one year after the birth of his brother.

Dayton didn't know very much about his father's occupation, but what he did know was that Sean was a business type of man, wearing a suit and tie on a daily basis. The family were relocating to England for his job.

Sean was very tall, slim and fair-haired. He and his brown-haired wife had wise minds at only 24 and 31 years of age respectively. Dayton was a very bright kid, quite ambitious and desperately hoping some great adventure would come his way.

The Cahill family had its long family tree in the heart of southwestern Canada, in the big city of Vancouver. His much older cousin, Rowan, had taken a liking to screen acting since she was really little, going so far as to audition for and secure a minor part in the 1980 Stanley Kubrick film The Shining, alongside Jack Nicholson.

Dayton, meanwhile, was more focused on music. He had a natural talent for singing and had received his first guitar as a Christmas present from Sean. The red and orange 12-string guitar was a hand-me-down from his English grandfather.

The family exited the plane, heading for the baggage claim section.

"You sure you have everything?" Sean asked Dayton.

"Yep!" Dayton responded.

The Cahills had finally made it to where they would now call home: 5 Privet Drive. Sean had just pulled the car into the driveway when Dayton couldn't help but notice a little boy next door.

After he had got out, he went over to take another look. The boy was about his height, and had a longish raven-coloured bowl cut with round glasses like him.

"Hello, neighbour!" Dayton called over, and the boy looked up.

"Hello," he spoke with a London accent.

Dayton walked over. "I don't think we've met before."

The other boy shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He held out his hand. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

The blond boy put out his own, and they shook hands. "Nice to meet you, Harry Potter. I'm Dayton Cahill."

"Harry!" A voice shouted from inside the house. "Bring the post inside this instant!"

Harry looked at Dayton. "I have to go now."

Dayton looked back at his parents who were unloading what little amount of belongings they had. "Perhaps I should go too. Mum and Dad need me to help unpack."

"All right," Harry responded. "Nice to meet you, Dayton."

Dayton smiled. "You too."