If Sherlock went to Hogwarts (Fanfiction)

Oh God

Sherlock crept out of his room, tucking the perfectly folded letter in his back jean pocket, only the top poked out, torn haphazardly. He was bare foot so it was fairly easy to walk undetected down the hallway and towards Mycroft's bedroom door, even though his heart was beating immensely fast it would be illogical to think that anyone but him could hear it yet the thought did cross his mind all the same. Even Redbeard was quite, keeping low at his heels, obviously aware of how important this was.

Mycroft's bedroom door loomed ever-nearer and Sherlock put his ear to it, listening hard... Complete and utter silence, not a breath to be heard for even Sherlock and Redbeard had held theirs subconsciously.

Once inside Sherlock scrambled around, opening draws and rifling through their contents, peeling back posters and corners of carpet- anything to the find the slightest bit of evidence that Mycroft had made that letter even though his eyes knew it not to be true, the handwriting was too difficult to produce my Mycroft. Yet his brain whirled like clockwork It must be a practical joke. It can't possibly be real.

He flopped down on Mycroft's bed, having finished his search of Mycroft's room, he was breathing fast and as Redbeard jumped on his heaving chest. Perhaps Mycroft had given him an hallucinogenic drug to see the letter and its most peculiar arrival. He sat up, rocking back and forth slightly, he felt fidgety and uncomfortable, despite Redbeard beside him. His hands placed, prayer-like under his chin, a movement he often did and that felt most natural while in deep thought. He didn't feel right in his own skin, he couldn't trust his own senses and he felt out of control. This terrified him.

His eyes began to water in concentration and as his brain didn't seem to leap to any other conclusions he began to obtain a slight twitch and had to restrain from shouting out in frustration. Why was he so stupid? Mycroft had always asked Sherlock that and he could never come up with an answer.

Perhaps, he thought as Redbeard nuzzled his neck, love melted your brain cells.

"I've always been able to trust my senses. He whispered into Redbeard's shoulder, "Always. But now..." He didn't need to say more. Redbeard looked into Sherlock's eyes which today seemed bluer than normal and Sherlock felt like he could hear Redbeard's voice inside his and what Redbeard said made Sherlock smile and whisper so quietly that it was almost an breath "I know I want it to be true too."

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He entered the living room and was so surprised how much it reminded him of the events that took place last night it nearly knocked him off his two feet. Even though sunlight seemed through the Patio doors and warm air filled the room. Sherlock was so deeply intent with himself however he did not realise how thick the atmosphere was and how what he thought was a peaceful silence was in fact a tense one.

Both his parents were having a stare off, their eyes full of rage, their faces an angry shade of puce and his father's fists clenched so tightly that it was a wonder how they would ever be the same again. Sherlock decided to end this eerie trance by coughing expectantly, he did this as neither of his parents seemed to remember his existence and the unblinking eyes of his mother and father were starting to make Sherlock's eyes blink more frequently than usual in a strange attempt of empathy.

"Oh God."

"What did you say Mycroft?"

"Oh God."

"Yes, but why?"

"Science of deduction Mother, please look at your other son for once although I do agree with you I am rather interesting."

"Sherlock... what's wrong dear?" She had enviably taken Sherlock's watery, blinking eyes for sadness. Yet his face broke out into a wide smile, making his face a beautiful canvas for smile lines.

"He's happy."

"There's no need to act so astonished Mycroft dear, Sherlock's always been a happy baby."

"Not in front of me he hasn't."

"What's happened sweetie?" Sherlock pulled out the letter from his jean pocket, rather timid. "Oh God."

"That's what I said." Mycroft chuckled.

A/N: Sorry earlier today i did say i wasn't going to update but i did. Thought i wasn't coz had problems at home but now i'm eating pasta the shape of smiles (or frowns but people- positive attitudes here!) Hope you had a lovely day. Remember to vote, comment and even follow me coz that would be nice and i could read YOUR BOOKS:) If you are a bit put off by leaving comments you can message me directly- i do that to people so even though they might think me a bit stalkerish you are safely reassured that i won't think that :)

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