The Dark Knight of Hogwarts: A Male Batman Reader x Hermione Granger Fanfic 1-4

The Sorcerer's Stone Pt 3

*The next morning, Damian woke up early due to his watch beeping. It was 7 in the morning. The class started at 8. Enough time for him to get ready and head to class. Once he got out of bed, he got dressed, got his books and necessities, and then headed off to his first class. He entered the classroom and spotted a cat on the table.*

Damian: Morning Professor.

*The cat leaped off the table and transformed into Professor McGonagall. She walked up to him, surprised, but impressed.*

McGonagall: Impressive, Mr. Wayne. Not many first-year students would've been able to guess an Animangus and who it is. You're more like your father and mother than you think.

*Damian looked at her shocked.*

Damian: You knew my parents?

McGonagall: I did. Your mother was one of my students. She met your father in this very classroom. You remind me of them more often.

*Damian then felt a bit sad. He missed them.*

Damian: You heard about the fire then?

*McGonagall put her hand on Y/N's shoulder.*

McGonagall: I'm sorry, Damian. When I heard about what happened, I wanted to help you. If you ever need anything, my door is open.

*Damian nodded and walked off to find a seat in the classroom. McGonagall turned back into a cat and hopped up to the desk. As Damian sat down, he felt tears in his eyes. When Hermione came in, he tried to get rid of them. She nonetheless noticed.*

Hermione: Damian? Are you okay?

Damian: Yeah. It's nothing, Hermione.

*She wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or if he was lying. She shrugged it off and focused back on her studies. A few hours later, the class had begun and Harry and Ron were still missing.*

Damian: Where the heck are those two?

*On cue, Ron and Harry came running in. 'Bout time he thought to himself. Harry and Ron stopped right in front of McGonagall.*

Ron: Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?

*The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The two boys are amazed.*

Ron: That was bloody brilliant!

McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps, it'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch. That way, one of you might be on time.

Harry: We got lost.

McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

*Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.*

Snape: 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...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 raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry and Damian, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention.*

Snape: 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.