"Good morning Theta!" Hermione said, a bright smile on her face. After all, it was the first day of lessons, and breakfast at Hogwarts was truly divine. "Good morning," he replied, taking a slice of toast. "When are we getting our timetables?" Hermione shrugged. "Professor McGonagall will give them to us before we leave, I think. Ooh, aren't you excited, Theta?"
"I suppose I am," he said, a thoughtful look of his young face. "It's all very new to me, though. I don't want to make a fool of myself." Hermione was quick to assure him that he wouldn't. "I guess we'll have to see," he replied.
"Here you are, Theta." A Scottish voice said. Professor McGonagall had been handing out timetables to the Gryffindors for the past few minutes, though neither Theta or Hermione had noticed. "Thank you Professor." He said, taking the envelope from her. She gave Hermione her envelope, looked at Theta for a moment, then moved on.
Theta ripped open his envelope, and studied the first year Gryffindor timetable. "We've got Potions first, then Defence Against the Dark Arts," He told Hermione. "We'd better get going, or we'll be late." Finishing the last of his toast, Theta stood up. Hermione followed suite, and they exited the Great Hall.
Behind them, they could hear hushed whispers, and laughing. Hermione exchanged glances with Theta, and looked over her shoulder. To her dismay, it was Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Ron was pointing a finger at them, while Harry laughed, though they both froze when they noticed Hermione looking at them.
"C'mon Hermione, they're probably only laughing because they know we're smarter than them. They feel threatened because they've got inferior brain capacities, and they know we'll be famous and successful, and they'll be nobodies." Theta said. "You haven't read many history books, have you Theta? Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived, he's the only person to have ever survived the Killing Curse. He killed he-who-must-not-be-named when he was only a year old! He's more famous than we'll ever be!"
Theta sighed. It was obvious Hermione was upset, and that wasn't really his forte. "Let's just get our bags, and go to Potions. You said Professor Snape's harsh on Gryffindors? Maybe he'll be harsh on them."
Hermione nodded, and started walking a little faster. Theta immediately followed.
"Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry Potter shook his head as Hermione's hand shot into the air. Theta chuckled quietly, but Snape's sharp hearing picked up the sound. "Hm. Theta, you think you know the answer?" he said with a glare. Theta searched his brain for the answer, his face partly screwed up. "The Draught of Living Death?" he said, his uncertainty making his answer seem like a question. "Correct." Snape snapped. "Potter, where could I find a bezoar?"
For the remainder of the lesson, Snape left Theta alone, to the boy's relief. They were brewing the Cure for Boils, which was simple enough, though Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan both managed to blow up theirs. Professor Snape wasn't too happy, as you might imagine. It was fortunate that no one in Gryffindor had earned any points at that moment, for Snape would have taken them all away, not caring for the outrage that he would have caused.
Theta decided that he didn't like Professor Snape, who awarded 30 points to Slytherin overall, for work that a three year old could have done. He also didn't like Draco Malfoy, or his cronies, who sabotaged other people's potions, by adding things that weren't on the list, or removing ingredients from next to their potions while he was walking past. Spoilt brats, Theta thought.
Theta's potion was near perfect; blue with just a hint of green. If you looked closely, you could see the pink fumes rising from the potion, which is a key indicator of the potion being successful. Hermione's potion also had pink mist rising from it, of course, though she was a bit disgruntled that neither of us received any points for Gryffindor. Theta wasn't really bothered; he was too excited for Defence Against the Dark Arts, which was the next lesson.