If Sherlock went to Hogwarts (Fanfiction)

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Seven more years and Sherlock would be able to leave because while some people would have thought a mansion in the English countryside was more or less paradise, Sherlock on the other hand couldn't disagree more. He longed for the adrenalin of the city and a crime to solve. Not the dull rabbit hole that was Devon, half its residences close to death.

There had been no crime here to solve, in fact the closest thing he had come to solve was trying to find out what killed old Mrs Banberry's parrot yet as that Autumn day came to a close and all the evidence pointed at Redbeard he had waved a non-plussed hand and claimed to Mrs Banberry in what he hoped was an off-handedly sort of way that it had merely been a fox.

"William?" His mother called from the kitchen. "Your father and I need to talk to you!" His mother called from the kitchen and Sherlock saw from the corner of his eye Mycroft snigger with the prospect of seeing Sherlock get a thorough telling off yet that soon changed as his mother added, "Alone!"

Sherlock dragged his feet along the floor, head bowed low, imitating the time he had told off Redbird for eating a certain someone's pet parrot.

Through the kitchen to the living room he trailed after his mother to join his father. His father sat in his usual armchair which was a royal red and which occupied the largest amount of space in the living room. His Father's hair was streaked with silver and his eyes just as identical to Mycroft's, just as dark, just as hard. They both sat, his mother and his father, facing Sherlock.

"Take a seat Darling," his mother said yet he was looking at his father who looked worried and well worn. Once a hard rock yet over time had weathered somewhat. Sherlock no longer felt as scared as he had been, yet this thought scared him much more.

He sat and as soon as he did so did Redbeard, resting his head on the arm of Sherlock's chair, Redbeard's warm belly helping cover up the fact that Sherlock was shaking slightly.

"William, we found a letter you sent this morning to Oakmoor School for boys." Sherlock gulped, though his mother had a rather calm voice the vigour in which she gripped the letter, making her knuckles turn white, made Sherlock subconsciously stroke Redbeard for comfort.

"You wrote to them asking why you haven't received an expectance letter like your brother did." Sherlock bit his cupid bow lips and his eye's ventured to his father's who looked more disappointed than angry.

Sherlock wished he hadn't looked; his insides were doing a horrible dance in his midriff and he suddenly regretted not having breakfast.

"Your brother never had one either." His father spoke at last and Sherlock's eyes snapped back to him, though this time not looking straight in his eyes. "In fact I don't suppose he knew this school even exists. I certainly didn't." His father's deep voice made him think of thunder made Sherlock think of thunder and the meaning of his words hit Sherlock like a bolt of lightning.

"You mean- Mycroft doesn't work there? He didn't go to the school there and..." He looked down and swallowed but that made his thought seemed even tighter, "You didn't go to school there?" His voice came out quiet.

"Darling, it is an easy mistake to make." His mother cooed softly.

"Yes very easy to think a top secret school could be found on the internet of all places." Mycroft's voice jeered from the doorway, making Sherlock's face burn scarlet and his insides quicken their complex dance. His mother slammed the door in Mycroft's smug face. The sudden noise made Redbeard's body tense.

"It's our fault for not just bloody telling you in the first place!" His father bellowed, "If it wasn't for your mother this absurd idea that-"

"If you say one more word I swear I'll leave you and take the children with me!" The air in the room had turned so thick it was almost glass and Sherlock found it hard to breathe in.

"And what kind of single mother would you be if you constantly lie to your youngest son?" Sherlock's father had stood up in rage, his face a deep radish colour.

"William go to your room!" His mother yelled, also standing up now. But Sherlock was rooted to the spot. What secret? Were his mother and father going to really separate this time? His mother looked a him and then his father, and continued, in an almost pleading tone, "Look at him, He's just a boy he can't possibly know-"

Sherlock was not aware until then of tears that an in streams down his face and at his fists, making knots as they clenched under Redbeard's fur as he whimpered.

"For god sake boy LEAVE!" His father boomed, his words making Sherlock and Redbeard leap with terror to the other side of the room, up the marble staircases, down the hall first floor hallway and into his room as Redbeard jumped onto his bed as he collapsed, crying into Redbeard's fur, him occasionally whipping away his owner's tears with his tongue. Sherlock never knew when he fell asleep, unable to distinguish between nightmare and reality.

(A/N: Sorry to put a downer on things. Parents often have fights and it's amazing how the atmosphere can change so quickly, I wanted his family to be realistic and I think we have all been there. With Redbeard Sherlock confides in. I'll post as soon as I can and like for every one of my chapters sorry for any mistakes, never the less I hope you liked it - if you did maybe you could vote it? To be honest I prefer comments to votes so I can hear from all you beautiful people!

Phoebe X

P.S I meant to be doing art homework for tomorrow so yeah ...I'm in trouble :))