HP Sherlock Year 1.1'Hey! Hey, John!'HP Sherlock Year 1.12 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. What's a squib?'
'Oh ' Mike said, and then smiled. 'Well, it's kind of the opposite of you. Magic parents but the kid has no magic.'
'Ah.' John looked around. 'So is there anyone else I'd know? I need to find a compartment.' He gestured to his trunk and owl.
'Er, no. Not many wizards go to muggle schoolsunless they're muggle-born.' He looked awkw
HP Sherlock year 1.3'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 1.32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'What do they do to sort us?' John asked nervously, glancing around and seeing that the others were looking just as scared. He saw Sally Donovan whispering furiously to Klein, who looked like she would be lucky if she didn't get a fist in her face.
Sherlock appeared to be bored, but his voice was slightly nervous. 'Apparently, we put on a hat and it can tell what house we'll be i
HP Sherlock year 1.2Later 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 1.22 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 never know around here.'
Sherlock picked up a card from the wrappings. 'Here, do you want the card from mine? A lot of people collect them, but I've only kept a few. It's Morgan Le Fay '
'Sure.' John reached for the card and then peered at his own. 'So, this was Godric Gryffindor?'
Sherlock nodded. 'That's one of the few I've kept. Founder of one of the hou
HP Sherlock Year 1.5The 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 enthusiastic in.HP Sherlock Year 1.52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John, on the other hands, was still having trouble in potions. Snape seemed to go out of his way to insult anyone in Gryffindor, especially if they were doing poorly in his class. Sherlock was spared slightly, because of his skill, but then shouted at loudly in front of the class for trying to help John. However, Sherlock seemed to act li
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 1.92 years 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. 'Who did this?'
'Klein,' Sherlock said quietly as John sat down next to him. 'Cornered me in the bathroom. He was upset. I hit him back pretty hard though...'
'Sherlock...' John swallowed, looking at the bloody mark. 'You need to tell a teacher--you can't just keep putting up with this.'
'I told you, I hit him back,' Sherlock said irritably. 'That's no
HP Sherlock Year 1.4'Morning.' Sherlock spoke quietly as he pulled on his robes.HP Sherlock Year 1.42 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 snorted, looking disdainful as he picked up the Prophet.
'What is it?' John asked curiously.
Sherlock sighed. 'Letter from my brother. Yeah, I've got a brother,' he added at John's look. 'Mycroft, seven years my senior. He's a git, not much to say about him, but basically he's pretending to be glad that I'm in Gryffindor, while he's actually scolding me for no
HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.7Sherlock gave the watch to Murray.HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.72 years 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. 'It's a first year dorm. We all have relatively small feet. But the prints I saw were larger. Not by too much, but enough for it to be someone slightly older-and therefore taller-than us. By looking at his shoes, I thought the prints
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 1.6Sherlock looked over everything. 'And you're sure it hasn't been anywhere else?'HP Sherlock Crossover Year 1.62 years 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 shoulder.
'What?' Peter looked as confused as John felt. They followed Sherlock around the common room, the tall, raven-haired boy bent almost double and seemingly staring at everyone's feet.
Sherlock sighed, straightening up. 'Has anyone seen my cat?' He looked around the common room and then dropped to his knees to look under the sofa. 'Aha! C'mere you litt
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 photo posted from season 2 shooting
12. You've cheered whenever a new murder mystery is on TV only to be upset when you watch it because it isn't Sherlock
13. You've even watched and re-watched the audio commentaries for the first season
14. You've named your pets after some of the characters
15. You've attempted to get your hands on anything Sherlock Holmes
Interesting that Doctor FellowInteresting, That Doctor FellowInteresting that Doctor Fellow3 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 run in for the two kids without a second thought, and had come out with the pair of them in his arms, slightly burned, but thankfully alive.
Sherlock was badly burned, but insisted that John tend to the children before him, even though he was more injured. When the ambulance came, Sherlock had collapsed into John's
HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.8 John wrote home that night, excited and puzzled by what had happened that day.HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.82 years 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 really makes him a target. But he's also the best friend I ever had.
Today, a third year stole a watch from our dorm mate, Peter Murray. Sherlock was able to find out who did it really fast. It was
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 13 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 marked on a map of London, their point of intersection being only a few blocks away.
Without bothering to turn back, Sherlock knew that John had been to later to reach the ladder before it swung up again. He shouted a street name that John could take-it would take him at least five minutes longer- and kept running, a grin spreading across his
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.1John's eyes snapped open at the tapping noise from his window. He sat up, blinking wildly, and looked outside. There, sitting on the roof and drenched in the rain that was pouring down, was Sherlock. John blinked again. And then, without hesitation, lept out of bed, crossed to the window, and opened it.HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.16 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Sherlock! What are you doing out there?' John was frantic as he helped a shivering Sherlock inside. 'Did you really climb up there?' He felt Sherlock trembling as he held the boy's shoulders. There was a lost look to his eyes as he took a few shaky breaths before answering John. 'I...Do...do you mind if I stay here?...J-just for the night...' His voice was small and waivering.
'Yeah-of course you can.' John was starting to feel slightly alarmed. Sherlock seemed to be in shock. Torn between not leaving Sherlock and running for his parents for help, John bit his lip. Then he pulled the orange blanket off his bed and draped it around Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock flinched, but then wrapp
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.3'Dad's back,' John said as Sherlock returned to his room from the shower.HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.36 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock shrugged and pulled on a shirt. He looked a bit better now that he'd cleaned up. The boy frowned, unable to hide the nasty mark on his arm.
'Dad'll probably want to look at that,' John said, watched Sherlock carefully. He knew Sherlock wasn't keen on doctors or healers, John's family or otherwise.
Sherlock sighed and nodded. 'I'm sure it'll be fine.' He sighed. 'John...I'm not really sure I can eat right now.'
John shook his head. 'At least get some juice or toast or something...' He looked at Sherlock. 'Please.'
They went downstairs slowly, John hoping his mother wouldn't say anything to make Sherlock uncomfortable. She gave Sherlock a concerned look, but set an orange juice in front of them and said in a normal voice, 'I'm making eggs, would you like any, Sherlock?'
'No thank you,' Sherlock said quietly, looking nauseated.
Harry, John's older sister, came down soon after and stopped in the doorway. 'Wh
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.6Sherlock was already sitting down in the common room when John came down the steps yawning.HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.66 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Tired already?' Sherlock asked, with a small smirk upon his lips. 'C'mon. Your mum's been feeding me too regularly-I'm starving.'
John laughed. 'I think that's a good thing then.
'Morning John,' Peter said, coming down the stairs.
'Want to come to breakfast with us?'
Sherlock and Peter pulled identical faces. Although the two got along alright, being mutual friends with John wasn't enough to make them friends with each other.
'That's alright,' Peter said. 'I'm meeting Victor down there anyways.'
As soon as they reached the Gryffindor table, McGonagall was striding over to them to hand them their schedules for the year.
'No new classes for me today,' John sighed over his toast. 'But Defense Against the Dark Arts is first thing today.
Sherlock nodded. 'That should be interesting.'
'Yeah, except for the fact that we're with the Slytherins.' John looked at Sherlock. 'What house was Bell in, by the
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 2.22'So Dumbledore's sorted it all?' John asked Sherlock. The raven-haired boy was sitting on his bed, trying to determine what classes to take the next year.HP Sherlock Crossover Year 2.226 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Yeah.' Sherlock sighed. 'Ministry came to collect tesseract this morning.'
John nodded and was quiet for a long time. He didn't want to ask Sherlock what he had been thinking about. But he needed answers. 'So...Moriarty.'
Sherlock looked up at John lazily. 'What about him?'
'Bumped into him while the fight was going on yesterday. He called himself your friend.' John was watching Sherlock closely.
Sherlock chuckled. 'We're definitely not friends, John.' Then her grew serious. 'He didn't threaten you or anything, did he?'
John shook his head and Sherlock nodded contentedly, going back to the list of classes.
'But he did say you weren't telling me everything.'
There was an eye roll from Sherlock. 'Do you need to know everything?' he asked quietly.
'It was him that drugged you, wasn't it?'
There was a long silence. Then Sherlock
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 2.20The next day, Sherlock was missing. John couldn't find him anywhere. He'd missed Charms, in fact, so had a few students. John was nervous and worried. He really hoped that Sherlock hadn't been messing with someone, but the large amount of other students gone (mostly Ravenclaw, with a few Slytherins) told him otherwise. Something was wrong.HP Sherlock Crossover Year 2.206 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock growled as he watched the others around him being force-fed the same potion he had been drugged with months ago. This was stupid. He couldn't believe he'd gotten himself stuck here. He jerked against the stronger arms of the two Slytherin boys, but to no avail. He didn't know how he was gonna get out of this one.
Soon, Tesseract was standing in front of him, with a flask of potion. He forced Sherlock's head back and tipped the potion into the boy's mouth. Sherlock choked, trying not to swallow. 'Ah no, there's no point in struggling, Holmes. I won't kill you until I've done with you what I wanted.' He frowned. 'Though I thought Moriarty said
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 reminded him. 'Or your safe-house for bodies '
Sherlock looked at John across the Doctor. 'D'you think she means it this time?'
John made a face of mock-worry. 'Dunno. She's been threatening it ever since the day after I met you.'
'Mmmfew days before that,' Sherlock corrected.
'It'd be about time if she followed up on it.'
Sherlock and John looked at
HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.13The first Quidditch match of the season was that month, and John was excited. And and Sherlock headed down to the pitch along with the rest of the school, though Sherlock was far from eager. 'I could be doing something useful,' he moaned.HP Sherlock crossover Year 1.132 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John sighed. 'Sherlock, please, it's almost the weekend. Cheer up a little?'
Sherlock sighed. 'Sorry. I know you like sports.' He smiled a little. 'I'll try.'
Nearly as soon as Sherlock and John had taken their seats a cold quiet voice came from behind them.
'Sherlock--Been meddling, as I hear.'
John and Sherlock both turned to see Moriarty behind them.
'And what does that mean to you?' Sherlock asked coolly. Moriarty sat between three large Slytherins. John sighed, hoping Sherlock wouldn't say anything for Moriarty to require their services.
'Well, I'm interested in any sort of chaos...Give me a spark; I'll set it alight and watch it burn.' Moriarty chuckled briefly but the smile left his face all too soon. 'But you, Sherlock, you don't like t
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.
Stop spying on me.
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.5John ignored Mycroft's next letter, especially since they were going back to Hogwarts the next day. John didn't really feel like talking to the man, and he knew Sherlock wouldn't thank him if his brother got word of the dementor incident.HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.56 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was with apparent relief that they arrived at King's Cross Station. John's mother gave boys a hug; John's dad hugged John and then turned to Sherlock. Sherlock stuck out his hand and Mr. Watson smiled while shaking it. 'Good luck this year, boys. Hopefully we'll be hearing from you soon.'
'Hello, freak,' Sally Donovan said loudly as they passed her and two of her friends in the corridor. She'd gotten taller, John noticed.
Sherlock swept into an empty compartment and put his trunk above him before letting Sigerson out of his cage and sitting down, looking out the window. 'And yes, I'm fine, John. I'm not gonna be upset every time Sally looks like an imbecile.'
There was a knock on the glass door. Sherlock and John both turned their heads to see Vict
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.2The next morning, there was a knock on the front door, waking John up. He got out from under his blanket and looked over to make sure Sherlock was still asleep before quietly moving out of the bedroom. He heard his mother's and Mycroft's voices, so he only moved halfway down the stairs and stood there, listening quietly.HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.26 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
'...need to sort this with both police, been talking with people all night-'
'I am so sorry...'
'He won't want to talk about it.' Mycoft's voice sounded tired and slightly worried. 'He won't even want to see me; I just needed to know he was somewhere safe.'
'I hate to...but would you mind looking after him for the summer? John's probably the only friend he has.'
'Of course, Mycroft.' There was a pause. John felt his mother's hesitation. 'Can I ask...?'
Mycroft's voice had dropped so John only heard part of what the young man said. '....killed himself. Sherlock ran away just after I got there.' There was a deep sigh. 'This is my fault.'
'Mycroft, I am so so
HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.4John's mother drove them both to the Leaky Cauldron and saw them into Diagon Alley before leaving to do her own shopping in London.HP Sherlock Crossover Year 3.46 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once again, they would be having a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, which they had a completely new set of books to buy for. To add to that, both boys would be taking up new classes this year, a prospect John found exciting.
'Arithmency? Ancient Runes? Aren't those supposed to be really hard?'
Sherlock shrugged. 'They sounded interesting. More so than Care of Magical or how stupid Divination sounds...well, sorry, you're taking that, but still.' Sherlock tilted his head. 'And Muggle Studies would've been a waste of time for both of us, so...'
John shrugged. Then he looked at Sherlock. 'But you are taking Care of Magical Creatures.'
'Just because it's boring doesn't mean it doesn't have it's uses.' He smiled at John.
John grinned back, just glad every moment that Sherlock was happy. He'd hated seeing his friend so hurt this summer and not been able