Turn Back Time (Potterlock)

Hogwarts

I saw Sherlock on the platform, amidst the tears and goodbyes from parents, and chatting from old friends reunited.
I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Who's there?" He asked, tensing.

"Who else?" I asked.

Sherlock relaxed. "Henry."

"You getting on the train?" I asked.

"Yeah."
I dragged him through the crowds, and found a compartment that wasn't either full, occupied by some Slytherins, or by Mycroft.

There was a boy in one corner. "Mind?" I asked.

He looked up from his quiditch book. "No."

"Who is it?" Sherlock muttered.

"A boy, in our year. Gryffindor chaser. His sister is a few years older than us."

The boy looked at me. "How did you..?"

"I looked at you. It's obvious in the clothes you wear, the book you're reading, and your trunk."

"John Watson." the boy said.

"Henrietta and Sherlock Holmes." I said.

"So, are you two sibli..." John started.

"No. Cousins." Sherlock said shortly.

"Right.." John muttered, going back to his book.

We sat in silence, Sherlock made himself comfortable in his thinking position, resting his feet on my legs, just to know I was there.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" came a voice.

Sherlock nodded. "Henry." he handed me some money, and I got him some sweets, as well as getting some for myself.
John got some chocolate, and the lady left.

I glanced out the window, and saw fields flash by. A herd of centaurs could be seen, and I saw a large, golden lion roaring on the hillside.

I turned round when I heard the compartment door slide open.

"Ah. Brother mine." Mycroft said, glancing at Sherlock.

"Go away." Sherlock groaned.

Mycroft stood there, silent.

"Shut up, Mycroft." Sherlock said.

"I wasn't..." Mycroft started.

"You were thinking. It's annoying." Sherlock said angrily.

"Well." Mycroft turned to me "Good luck, Henrietta."

"goodbye, Mike." I said through gritted teeth.

Mycroft left, and I sighed in relief.
Sherlock snorted in disgust.

"Don't know why they made him head boy." he muttered.

"No idea." I agreed.

We sat in silence, the only sound being that of John and I turning the pages of our books.

I heard the train start to slow down as we entered Hogsmead.
Sherlock and I climbed down, and got into one of the carriages pulled by thestrals.

Then, to our horror, Mycroft joined us. He was followed by Greg Lestrade, who was in his year, but in Gryffindor, John Watson, who was chatting to Greg, and Molly Hooper, a 4th year Hufflepuff.

Sherlock groaned when he heard her cheerful "Hi Sherlock!"

"Hello, Molly." he said. Only Mycroft and I could pick up on the exasperation in his voice.

"Sherlock.." Mycroft warned.

"Fuck off, Mycroft." Sherlock said, having blown his temper.

"Sherlock.." I muttered. "Not good."

"I don't care, Hetty!" he yelled.

Greg and John stopped talking, and stared at him. I death glared them, and turned to my cousin.

"Please. Sherlock." I touched his shoulder lightly, expecting to get my head bitten off.

To my surprise he seemed to shrink under my touch, and calmed down.

"Mycroft, I think now is a good time to be quiet." I said, as Mycroft opened his mouth to say some type of cutting remark.

"I wasn't.." But I didn't let him finish.

"For once in your life! SHUT UP!" I yelled at him.

Sherlock smiled slightly.

Luckily I was saved by the carriage stopping outside the door to the entrance hall. I helped Sherlock down, and we walked into the Great Hall.

When Mycroft came in, he sat as far away from us as possible, and still be on the Ravenclaw table.