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

Chapter 10 - Three-Headed Sentinel

"Seeker?" Ron exclaimed. "But first years aren't allowed to be on their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..."

"A century, according to McGonagall." Dayton finished.

Harry, Ron and Dayton were walking through crowded halls. Fred and George approached and joined them.

"Hey, well done Harry, Wood's just told us!" Fred exclaimed, slapping the boy on the back.

"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." Ron stated.

"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad." George explained. "Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch."

"Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..." Fred said, before they broke off from the three boys.

"But they'll turn up in a month or two!" George finished as Harry, Ron and Dayton were left on their own.

"Oh, go on, Harry, Quidditch is great." Ron assured him. "Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!"

Hermione happened to overhear the three and came to join them.

"But I've never even played Quidditch." Harry protested. "What if I make a fool of myself?"

"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood." Hermione reassured him with a smile.

Later, the three approached a trophy case. Hermione pointed at a plaque of the greatest Quidditch players. Two names grabbed Harry's attention.

James Potter
1972
Seeker

Simon Collins
1978
Seeker

"Whoa." Ron was amazed. "Guys, you never told me your relatives were Seekers too."

"We didn't even know." Dayton said, quite shocked himself. "At least I didn't."

The four were walking up a staircase in the Grand Staircase tower, when a railing pulled in. Hermione looked around, before continuing on.

"I'm telling you, it's spooky." Ron was saying to Harry. "She knows more about you than you do."

"Who doesn't?" The raven-haired boy replied halfheartedly.

Suddenly, the staircase shuddered and began to move, causing Dayton, Harry and Ron to panic.

"What's happening?" Harry asked.

"The staircases change, remember?" Hermione reminded him.

The staircase stopped as suddenly as it had started, this time leading to a corridor.

Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder. "Let's go this way." He suggested.

Ron agreed. "Before the staircase moves again."

They all opened a door and stepped into a dark, spooky and deserted corridor.

After walking a few paces, Dayton began to feel very uneasy. "Does anyone feel like... we shouldn't be here?"

"We're not supposed to be here." Hermione replied. "This is the third floor. It's forbidden."

Suddenly, a flame lit on a tall stone support. At that moment, Filch's cat Mrs. Norris came running in and let out a meow. The group jumped.

"It's Filch's cat!" Ron exclaimed.

"Run!" Dayton ordered.

And run they did, Dayton leading the way with flames lighting up on the stone supports, one by one, as they ran past. They got to the end of the corridor, to a door.