If Sherlock went to Hogwarts (Fanfiction)

The Tin Man

A/N: I know I normally do this at the end because I want it to be easier for you to skip this stuff and all but I just thought: I really want to say sorry out there to those precious few number of people who actually read and vote to say sorry for not updating for a long time. Sorry for wasting your time... enjoy (hopefully).

It was mid July when Sherlock Holmes had received his letter and visited Diagon Alley with his father, yet now, at he end of August, it had seemed like yesterday. Almost, one would say, nothing had changed in the Holmes' household: Sherlock's dark ringlets were still pushed back frequently in a old habit, Redbeard would follow him everywhere, and Mycroft was being as annoying as ever. Although any family that you do not know very well, take a glance at perhaps, seems relatively ordinary. This family, is much the same. Wands were out twenty four seven cleaning the dishes and sorting the laundry and ironing clothes and scrubbing the floors, lighting the fires and doing the beds. There was no need for their maids now, not now that Sherlock had found out that his entire family were, in fact, wizards.

He had been packed for weeks. Of course he had. Filled with the luxuriate products he had bought all those weeks ago, on the day the weather was against him but he felt strong enough to go against the world. He had been packed sure, but actually prepared for the sound of the car horn from his open bedroom window or Redbeard's excited barks that signalled it was time to go, he could not be less ready. Nor could he however be more excited

Before he could tell his feet to move they were running down the stairs three at a time, with his hair flying back and his heart pumping fast. He thought briefly in those fleeting moments of times like then when he felt he could hurtle into pure space and wake from this bizarre reality to the night before he knew of magic, his face still damp from falling tears. 

He was out the door at the speed of lightning, his heart racing. He saw the car up the drive lined with gravel which was surrounded as far as the eye could see with greenery, it was hard to tell what land belonged to them and what didn't yet all Sherlock knew was that he wanted to get away from it all, theirs or otherwise- he wanted to start afresh. A new life. A new chance. 

Redbeard was barking still, his head out the left passenger window panting furiously, and, as Sherlock seated himself in the right back seat, Redbeard stopped, retreated from the window and rested his head on Sherlock's lap. They remained like this, only his mother and father talking in the background like the distant hum of an untuned radio, Redbeard and Sherlock in shared exited silence. Mycroft had left to go to Hogwarts late last afternoon so the trip all the way to London was a good one. 

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Now he was looking out the car window at a scene once was his heart's desire: London. The rush and the adrenalin of hopeful crime solving here had faded somewhat, his mind now fixed on the new huge prospect, the unimaginable reality that he had found himself in. He took time to wonder for a moment what his life would have been like if he had never received that Hogwarts letter and gone to London. 

His mother chanted from the front, "There you go Will-"

"Sherlock" he said, with gritted teeth.

"Kings cross station." Sherlock pressed his nose against the glass, his rapid breath fogging up his view of the huge building in front of him. Before he had time to find a solid solution to the fact that Muggles infested the place that led to a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and never knew was taken away with the sudden rush of packing up a trolley with his things and heading to find the right place.

"We're running a bit late- the train leaves at eleven." His father briefly held up his watch, "we've got four minuets."

"Well which platform is it on?" Sherlock said, his eyes not on his father but of the electronic screens that flickered above them.

"Nine and three quarters." Sherlock spun around, ready to argue that there was no such thing but his father was already speed walking away, leading the way for him and his mother to follow. Sherlock's father finally came to a halt, making Sherlock bump into him. He looked over to his father and saw that he was looking quickly between a clock that read 10:59 and the slice of brick wall that separated platforms nine and ten.

"Right Sherlock listen to me." Sherlock normally wouldn't but the use of his middle name intrigued him and he raised his eyebrows, questioningly. "All you have to do is run through this pillar here. We can't go with you- the station will be packed with parents. I think you will have more of a chance getting on the train on time without us okay?" Sherlock nodded, determined as he turned to go.

"Oh and darling," Said his mother. "Do write to us wont you? Use the owls from school considering you don't have one. Are you sure you don't want one darling?"

"I don't want another pet. I have Redbeard with me."

A more than pained expression came over his mother's face, making her worry lines deeper, more old yet the look in her eyes made her look oddly younger at the same time. Pity- that was it. Sherlock did not like pity. "Oh Darling you can't take him. They wont let you."

It was as if he had turned to stone, he could not move and nor could he breath. His mind had taken a sudden step back, only focussing on his mother's words, as if the rest of his brain had also been frozen in shock. He was not aware of the words that came out of his mouth yet he did no effort to stop them. He couldn't if he tried. He knew at least that. "He's coming with me no matter what."

"Sherlock you'll be expelled on you're first day." Sherlock had opened his mouth again to say that he didn't care, didn't want to care but she stopped him. "If anything think of Redbeard- you will be doing your classes- who will have the time to look after him?"

"Then I wont go to school. I'll live a Muggle life, like I was going to all along."

"No you wont." Said his father, voice booming authority. "I swear we'll take care of him Sherlock. The reality is he's a dog. Don't waste your whole life on a shortened life Sherlock. You'll only regret it."

They were right. Of course they were, parents always are really. Sherlock's muscles began to be able to move again, but they felt stiff and moved slower, as if he were The Tin Man but this time wishing he did not have a heart. He bent down and kissed Redbeard on the head, his face blank of emotion as he turned away from his parents, not bothering to say goodbye and left the world he never belonged in and away from the people he cared for, to the unknown.