It was morning at Hogwarts. Dayton and Hermione had just reached Transfiguration class, which was taught by Professor McGonagall.
Dayton noticed something a bit odd. A tabby cat was perched on McGonagall's desk, which was all fine and dandy, except for the fact that Dayton noticed the eyes were different, almost human.
"Hello, Professor." He said to the cat with a smile.
Hermione gave him a look. "Dayton, don't be daft." She said. "There's nobody there!"
Just at that moment, the cat jumped off the desk, morphing midair into the older woman. Dayton smirked at Hermione as if to say, "I told you so."
"Well done, Mr. Cahill." McGonagall congratulated him. "How did you figure that out so quickly?"
"Simple." The blond boy answered. "Your eyes look the same."
"You observe well, ten points to Gryffindor." McGonagall said. "You may both take your seats."
They did so, sitting beside each other as McGonagall transformed back into her cat form.
About ten minutes later, Harry and Ron burst into the room. Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance due to their late arrival.
"Whew, we made it." Ron said to Harry, out of breath from running. "Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?"
"Oh, if only you knew, Weasley." Dayton thought as he shook his head.
McGonagall decided to make her presence known by transforming into her human form the same way she did when Dayton and Hermione entered the room ten minutes prior.
The two boys were amazed. "That was bloody brilliant!" Ron breathed in awe.
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley." McGonagall said. "Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter or yourself into a pocket watch, that way one of you might be on time?"
"We got lost." Harry defended himself and his friend.
But Professor McGonagall wasn't hearing any of it. "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." She snapped.
Dayton now had Hermione to his left and Harry and Ron to his right as the lesson began.
Later on in Potions class, the students were chattering amongst themselves, the same seating arrangement as before for Dayton.
As cauldrons steamed nearby, the door suddenly slammed open and in came the one person Dayton dreaded to cross paths with.
Professor Snape.
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class." He said in a deep, languid voice. "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 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."
Draco raised his eyebrows at this. Snape saw Dayton and Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in his view, not paying attention.
"Then again," The Potions professor continued. "Maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not... pay... attention."
Hermione nudged Dayton, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walked to where he could speak to the boy more properly.
"Mr. Cahill." Snape stared down at him. "Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
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Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Hermione X Self Insert)
FanficHarry Potter is a boy who learns on his eleventh birthday that he is the orphaned son of two powerful wizards and possesses unique magical powers of his own. His best friend Dayton Cahill, originally from Canada, begins to question said magical powe...
