The Harry Potter Universe

Chapter One

Let's see... which fandom should we start with? Let's go simple and start with Sherlock shall we?

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John, a Gryffindor, runs down the hall in a hurry to get to his next class. He had potions with professor Hood (For you 5sos fans) and he knew he'd get in big trouble if he was late.

He runs in right when Professor Hood started his speech.

It was the first day of school and little John was a first year, he knew no one. Where was he suppose to sit?

There was a spot open right near the professor's desk and John runs right over to it and sits down next to a tall Ravenclaw with dark curly hair.

"Why are you late?" Professor Hood asks John. John could tell he was Australian by his accent.

"I couldn't find my schedule, sorry professor." John says shyly. He could feel the raven haired boy next to him shift in his seat.

"Try not to let that happen again." The professor says, returning to his speech.

On the chalkboard behind Professor Hood it said to have your Year One Potions book on your desk along with a piece of parchment and a quill with ink for notes. John quickly shuffles through his bag and looks for his supplies. He pulls out his textbook, parchment, and ink.

Shoot. John thinks, shuffling through his bag some more. He appeared to have forgotten his quills up in the common room. John desperately needed a quill for notes. He quickly turns to the Ravenclaw next to him.

"Um excuse me, I-" John starts to ask if he could lend a quill but the boy interrupts him.

"You forgot a quill, I know. Yes you may borrow one of mine." The boy says. John sits in shock as he watches the Ravenclaw reach into his dark pack and pulls out a fancy black quill and hands it nonchalantly to John.

"Gosh thanks." John says. "But how did you know I was going to ask that?" Before the other boy could answer, Professor Hood cuts in.

"Mr. Holmes is what you and Mr. Watson are talking about more important then my lesson?" He asks, walking over to them.

"No professor." The Ravenclaw says, speaking surprisingly calm. "He was just asking for a quill."

"He should have came prepared." The professor said, narrowing his eyes at the two first years. "Ten points from both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."

Several groans came from the back of the class and the Ravenclaw shoots a glare and John and ignores him for the rest of the class.

Once the lesson ended the curly haired boy stands up quickly and walks out of class along with everyone else. John quickly shoved everything into his worn out bag, throws it over his shoulder and runs out after him.

"Excuse me!" John yells running up next to him. "I'm terribly sorry about the house points. I'll make sure to come prepared next time. My name's John by the way." He sticks a small hand toward the Ravenclaw.

"Sherlock." He responds, shaking John's hand. A tall Slytherin walks up behind Sherlock and looks at John strangely.

He adjusts his tie them sticks his hand out for John to shake. "Mycroft, I'm Sherlock's older brother." He says smugly. John shakes his hand and smiles.

Maybe this year won't be as bad as he thought it would be.