HP Sherlock Year 1 part 1'Hey! Hey, John!'HP Sherlock Year 1 part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John turned at the voice that sounded slightly familiar. His name was a common one, and he knew no wizards. He couldn't possibly be the one who was being called.
Oh. It was him who was being called. John turned fully around and saw the pudgy, be-speckled boy that stood before him.
'Mike!' John greeted, recognizing the boy. 'Wow, Mike Stamford. It's been ages since I've seen you. I didn't know you were a--'
'Yeah, can you imagine it? Me, a wizard?! My mum and dad thought I might turn out to be a squib, and that's why I was sent to muggle school. Same story with you?'
'Erm, no. My parents are muggles. Wha
HP Sherlock year 1 part 2Later on, a woman came with a food cart. John had been too nervous that morning to eat anything, but now he was starving. So he followed Sherlock out of the compartment and came back with a variety of sweets.HP Sherlock year 1 part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock was seated, nibbling on a pumpkin pasty, a chocolate frog beside him, guarded by Sigerson, who also had a pasty.
'Hungry, then?' Sherlock nodded to John's pile of snacks.
'Very.' John quickly ate a pasty and then followed Sherlock's example and picked up a chocolate frog, examining it carefully.
'Don't worry; it's not a real frog,' Sherlock assured him.
'I figured. But then again, I thought I'd better be sure. You neve
HP Sherlock year 1 part 3 'Good evening, first years, and welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration teacher here.' McGonagall looked at them all sternly. 'Before you can all take your seats in the Great Hall, first you must be sorted into one of our four housesGryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin.' John glanced at Sherlock who was scowling. 'Each house has their own achievements and have each brought forth some excellent students. I can only hope you all aspire to do as well.' She paused, looking them over. 'Now wait here quietly, please, while I see if we're ready for you.'HP Sherlock year 1 part 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'What do they do to sort us?'
HP Sherlock Year 1 Part 5 The rest of the week passed quickly for John, now that classes were getting more interesting. Even Sherlock seemed to come out of his gloom and was enjoying most of what they were learning. John found Sherlock interesting. The boy cared somewhat for transfiguration and charms, but flat out refused to memorise star charts for astronomy, pronouncing them a waste of his time. His Herbology skills were alright, when it came to poisonous or otherwise dangerous plants. But if they plants they studied were boring, Sherlock could care less. Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts were by far Sherlock's best subjects, and the two he was most enthusHP Sherlock Year 1 Part 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Signs of Sherlock Addiction1. You've seen each episode over eight timesSigns of Sherlock Addiction2 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. You watch bits of the season everyday
3. The cast's faces are more familiar than your own
4. You're constantly quoting from the episodes
5. You've memorised every line in the season
6. You can relate anything anyone says to some aspect of the show
7. Your bedroom walls are covered with Sherlock photos and artwork
8. When you need something to distract you, you read slash fics
9. You favourites on deviant is mostly filled with Sherlock art
10. You should be doing back to school work, but instead you're drawing/reading/writing/watching Sherlock
11. You've memorised every detail of every
HP Sherlock Year 1 Part 4'Morning.' Sherlock spoke quietly as he pulled on his robes.HP Sherlock Year 1 Part 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John yawned and began climbing out of bed. 'Morning.' He looked out the window to see the sun shining across the grounds. 'Nice day '
'Mmm.' Sherlock looked neutral. 'You coming for breakfast, or what?'
John followed Sherlock to the Great Hall where they sat at the Gryffindor table. John filled his plate with food whereas Sherlock nibbled on a piece of toast while sipping a glass of pumpkin juice. The boy didn't seem to eat much
A handsome, proud-looking barn owl brought a letter and a copy of the Daily Prophet to Sherlock. Sherlock quickly read the letter and then snor
HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.7Sherlock gave the watch to Murray.HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.71 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Thanks Sherlock. But how did you know it was him?' Murray asked, pocketing the watch. 'We've never even met before.'
'Footprints,' Sherlock said, still looking at the boy with orange hair. 'I put a powder I'd made accidently, in potions, on the floor of the dormitory. It picks up footprints really well. I thought it might be something fun for me to do in my spare time, but a practical use came of it.'
'So you recognised his shoe print in the powder?' John asked. He was shocked by this--he'd thought the floorboards were just discoloured.
'Sort of.' Sherlock pointed to their feet.
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 1.6Sherlock looked over everything. 'And you're sure it hasn't been anywhere else?'HP Sherlock Crossover Year 1.61 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Peter shook his head. 'No. My mum bought me that watch,' he said despairingly. 'She was so happy I was a wizard--cost her alot of money.'
'Only a Gryffindor could've done it,' John said quietly. 'Right? I mean, no one else can get in.'
'Well, any of the staff can, and the House-elves who clean up,' Sherlock said, crouching surveying the floor. 'But I'm positive it there hasn't been a teacher or a House-elf up here all day.'
'Why not?' John asked as Sherlock sprang up and walked quickly out the door.
'Because of the shoe size,' Sherlock called over his should
HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.9'Flying lessons,' John sang as he put his books on the table next to Sherlock.HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.91 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock looked up 'What?'
'We have flying lessons tomorrow,' John exclaimed. 'Outside, in the afternoon!' Then he caught sight of the nasty bruise on Sherlock's face. 'Whoa--Sherlock, what happened?'
Sherlock turned away from John quickly. 'It's nothing...' But John leaned over and put a hand on Sherlock's head, turning it gently to the light. Sherlock flinched at John's touch, pulling his head away, but kept his face angled, the bruise in sharp relief in the flickering candlelight, outlining his left cheekbone.
'This isn't "nothing",' John said, exasperated.
SherlockDoctor Who Crossover 1'Ah, London,' the Doctor sighed as he stepped out from the TARDIS. The wind blew his almond-brown hair up and away from his face. It was nearly always London, but that didn't mean he wasn't always glad to see it.SherlockDoctor Who Crossover 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock ran into two women doing their shopping, knocking parcels from their arms.
'How rude!' one exclaimed angrily.
'Sorry.' Sherlock grabbed the fallen parcels and straightened up, quickly thrusting the items into her hands. Then he started running again.
He dashed into an alleyway and jumped up, dragging down the ladder of a fire escape and then quickly scrambling up it. In his head, two lines were darting across streets
HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.8 John wrote home that night, excited and puzzled by what had happened that day.HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.81 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dear Mum and Dad,
Hogwarts is amazing. There's really no other way to explain it. We have lots of fun classes, and a few boring ones. My favourite are Herbology (where we study plants) and Defense Against the Dark Arts. It's alot of work, but really cool.
I've also made a friend. Sherlock Holmes. I met him on the train here, and he's been really interesting ever since. He doesn't seem to get along with the others--or rather they don't get along with him. He's clever, not at all interested in sport, and kind of lonely. I suppose that just
If Sherlock Had a FacebookSherlock HolmesIf Sherlock Had a Facebook2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Personal Info: Born 6 January 1981
Wow, you've got a Facebook. And look. ZERO FRIENDS. What a shock.
If only there was an enemies list.
People would be lining up to be a part of it.
Another case solved. Oh joy.
Bored. And I can't believe that I'm bored enough to be typing on Facebook.
Sherlock Holmes is now friends with Mycroft Holmes.
And you've finally gotten a Facebook. I'm surprised. Your birthday is on here. I thought it would be just your website.
Interesting that Doctor FellowInteresting, That Doctor FellowInteresting that Doctor Fellow2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John sat in the hospital next to Sherlock's bed, watching for any signs of life besides the whimpering moans of pain the man was giving now and again. He looked down at Sherlock's burned and bandaged flesh, jumping as his phone beeped, but automatically fishing in his pocket for it so that he could read the text that it signaled.
Is he safe?
John sighed, thinking of the previous night's events. The Rathbone children's guardian had been trying to kill them for their money. She had tried to burn them alive, intending to blame it on bad wiring in the house. Sherlock had
Sleeping SherlockSleeping SherlockSleeping Sherlock2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John was home around nine in the morning that day, expecting to either find Sherlock awake, not having slept all night, or not home at all. He moved up the stairs slowly, apprehensive to Sherlock's mood.
When he opened the door to the sitting room, he found Sherlock on the sofa, lying on his side, one of his arms under his head, the other limply falling off the side of the sofa, clearly asleep.
John stood over him, looking at the long body, curled up to fit properly. He looked at Sherlock's limp, untamed hair, covering his closed eyes slightly, and the peacefulness of the man's face. He had never seen Sherlock sleep bef
Old WoundsOld WoundsOld Wounds2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John walked along the rows of graves quietly, the moonlight and shadows dancing on his frame. He loved cemeteries at night, though he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the stillness of it. The peacefulness. He'd found online that his grandfather had been buried in this one, and he'd wanted to check without Sherlock knowing. He'd figure it out eventually, but for now, John wanted this to remain private.
A name on a gravestone caught his eye and he doubled back, frowning when he saw the name. Holmes. There were two bouquets of roses, one black and one red, laying on the grave. John read the name, Rose Holmes. He wondered if this was a
FallThis is how the devil fallsFall9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The fallen angel.
Down to earth into a pool of blood.
This is how the angel cries
Losing the one he loved.
Cradling the frail body in his arms.
Crying, and yet he does not break.
He is the ultimate angel
The kind soldier.
And he still has much to fight on for.
He cannot give up
And cannot give up hope.
He squares his shoulders
And marches on.
Unknowing that the devil watches him
Crying until the day they can meet again
On the same plain
That side of the angels.
And until then, they fight on.
SherlockDoctor Who crossover 2'Sherlockwhat on earth?' Mrs. Hudson met them in the hall. 'Sherlock, what've you done?' she asked when she saw the Doctor hanging limply off of Sherlock's and John's shoulders.SherlockDoctor Who crossover 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Why do they always assume it was me?' Sherlock muttered, as he and John manoeuvred the Doctor up the stairs.
'Maybe they've all been listening to Donovan,' John grunted. 'There's something wrong with your leg, Sherlock; after I've seen to him, I'm gonna look at it.'
Sherlock rolled his eyes, but knew better than to protest. 'Mrs. Hudson,' he called over his shoulder, 'some tea would be wonderful when we're done.'
'Not your housekeeper, dear,' she remind
DeathIf I've played my part wellDeath9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please applaud as I exit.
I am merely a player on the great stage we call earth
And I wish to know I've done well
In the production we call life.
No matter how I take my bow
Please keep your respect for me.
I've pranced and strutted about this stage
Hoping to disguise my demons with my character.
Some can see through my disguise
After all, all disguises are self-portraits.
But I believe I have done well.
So please, assure me of it.
As my final bow is taken.
How d'you feel abouthe Violin?John heard the violin as he made his way up the stairs. It made him slow down-not because he hadn't heard it before; there'd been many nights where he'd come home to its wails. But John recognised this song. It wasn't some classical piece or something Sherlock'd invented. This was The Cave by Mumford and Sons. He stopped where he was and listened for a while, slightly surprised that this was one of Sherlock's music preferences-but then, he'd never bothered to ask where Sherlock's music interests lie.How d'you feel abouthe Violin?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He climbed the remaining stairs slowly, not wanting to disturb Sherlock. As he did, John listened to the music. The song was beautiful on the
I Will Follow"Get stuffed," Sherlock thought, and he gave the words form, making them cold and sharp as an ice pick.I Will Follow2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~Please, such language, and you've known since you were a child that that does not work on me.~
He'd always hated having Mycroft in his head. It always seemed so innocuous at first, like the velvety soft touch of a cat's paw hiding sharp little knives that dig and pry, that was when it hurt.
"I mean it, Mycroft, don't you dare-"
~I don't think you fully comprehend what I would dare, Sherlock.~
"I know perfectly what you're capable of, and if you think I will allow you to exert your," he hesitated, searching for a word, "influence on hi
Three times John Watson was...THREE TIMES JOHN WATSON WAS A GOOD DOCTOR, ONE HE WAS BAD AND ONE TIME HE MANAGED TO BE A GOOD PATIENT.Three times John Watson was...2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
THREE TIMES JOHN WATSON WAS A GOOD DOCTOR
Come at once, your presence is very much needed. SH
At work, can't leave. Once make tea yourself JW
I need to consult you in the medical matter. SH
If you glared mycrofts head off, then no, there is nothing i can do. JW
Fascinating. You really think you're funny. SH
How can one pull an inch of glass splinter out of one's foot? SH
Your kidding JW
MY kidding? It hurts. SH
If YOU'RE wondering, your grammar and my foot both hurt. Can't tell which one more. Foot, I think. SH
don't move, i