"Nonsense!" Hagrid was saying. "Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?"
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Dayton were walking along a path with Hagrid, discussing the recent events.
"Who knows?" Dayton responded. "Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?"
Hagrid turned to them, suspiciously. "Who told you 'bout Fluffy?" He asked.
Ron furrowed his eyebrows. "Fluffy?" He repeated.
"That thing has a name?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Well, of course he's got a name." Hagrid replied. "He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..." He trailed off.
"Yes?" Harry said eagerly.
But Hagrid shook his head. "Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is."
"But, Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it." Harry attempted to reason with the gamekeeper.
"Codswallop." Hagrid replied. "Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher."
"Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one." Hermione retorted. "I've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking."
"Exactly." Harry added.
Hagrid sighed. "Now, you listen to me, all four of you. You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."
"Nicholas Flamel?" Now Dayton was curious. "Harry, I remember hearing that name somewhere before."
Hagrid immediately saw his error, and shut himself up. He walked off, mumbling to himself. "I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that."
Later on, in the middle of the night, Dayton couldn't sleep, so he sat staring out the window at the moon. He wished his mother could see him at that moment.
Tears pricked at his eyes at the thought of Shasta Collins, and to try and ease his emotions, the boy quietly began to sing.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
Tears were streaming down the boy's face again, and he was so caught up in his own emotions that he didn't notice that both Harry and Ron had heard him.
"I never knew you could sing." Ron said.
Dayton was startled, and he turned to face the two boys.
"What are you doing up?" He asked. "Shouldn't you both be in bed?"
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Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Hermione X Self Insert)
FanfictionHarry 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...
