If Sherlock went to Hogwarts (Fanfiction)

Lion and Eagle

A drowsy morning mist hung carelessly over the grounds of Hogwarts. It snaked its way to dodge every tree trunk in the forbidden forest, it whispered through the grass, it rolled over the Black lake imitating white horses on waves  and finally came to a standstill as it fogged up the window pane with cold, blurring Sherlock Holmes' vision  as his pale face looked out at the endless grounds below him and the stillness of it all, the silence... the boredom.

Sherlock had not been able to sleep that night, of course he himself had pinned it down to the simple fact that he had not yet got used to his bed although in his heart he knew it was due to the fact that his faithful companion, Redbeard, had not been laying by his side. It struck Sherlock that it was his first night without him and therefor his first night at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. It had seemed a lifetime.

A lifetime ago he had said goodbye to his family, left Redbeard, found John, lost John, been sorted into Gryffindor and then found him again.

Sherlock's gaze fell on John, today they were a dull grey, his under-eyes a slight purple due to the lack of sleep. He would have been a plain and pale canvas if it weren't for his tossled curly hair, full of generous splashings of dark hues.

Sherlock was already dressed in his school robe yet he wore his collar up, highlighting his high cheekbones in the early mornings white light. His long legs strode over to John, passing other boys bed's who's names he had forgotten, and wondered if it was too early to wake him. He checked his Blackberry phone in confirmation:

05:09

Sherlock groaned in irritation, "Bored," before he read:

NO NETWORK CONNECTION

"John." Sherlock said, rather pleadingly. "Get up." John stirred into a more foetal-like position, his sandy hair contrasting deeply with the scarlet pillow cover. "John!"

"Um- What- Where?" John scrambled upright, a look of confusion plastered on his tired face. When his eyes rested on Sherlock however his expression changed rather dramatically to that of annoyance. "Sherlock , what time do you call this?"

"05:09" Sherlock answered, rather satisfied at John's awakening and particularly the look on his face.

"Sherlock!" John yelled, throwing his pillow.

Sherlock lifted his left wrist lazily up, "05:10. Beg your pardon."

"Did you just apologise to me?" John asked, getting up. "Did the great Sherlock Holmes just say 'beg your pardon'?" He smiled, tugging on a rather stubborn sock.

"Ah, well actually..."Sherlock began, defensively.

"Don't ruin it Sherlock, I'm only messing with you." John yawned deeply, throwing his golden haired head back so that Sherlock was reminded of the Gryffindor symbol: a lion.

Hogwarts school was a labyrinth of wood and stone filled with changing staircases, moving paintings, flickering candles, live suits of amour, trip steps and secret passageways. In a way the two boys were glad of their early wakening for by the time they had actually managed to find their way back to the great hall without a prefect many students were there rewarding their tardiness with a sumptuous breakfast feast.

"Umm breakfast." John pronounced and he began scooping himself a rather large portion of porridge. "Want some?"

"I don't feel like it." Sherlock responded,  gazing at his timetable, his jaw locked tightly in place.

"What's wrong?" John asked while yawning once more.

"Nothing."

John then took it upon himself to look at his own timetable for he knew it was identical to Sherlock's. "What's wrong with double defence against the dark arts? Sounds fun."

Sherlock gave John a look which was beyond disagreeing. Yet he simply said, "my brother teachers that class."

"Don't worry about it mate." John encouraged yet their conversation was cut short by the sudden appearance of a podgy first year coming their way. Sherlock vaguely recognised him. "Morning Mike."

"Morning John" He tilted his head in turn, "Sherlock." At his name Sherlock gave a non-committal nod. "Watch out, Anderson will be here in a sec." All three of them groaned in unison.

A slender boy with dark greasy hair and a prominent nose that stuck out of a pompous looking face came their way and said, "Hi."

"Hay." John and Mike replied, half smiling.

"Does the freak not talk as well as eat?" Sherlock sunk ever so much lower in his chair, the word 'freak' bouncing of his brain like a fireworks.

"Leave him alone," Said John defensively, "He's got a long day ahead of him."

He wasn't wrong.

***

The morning mist was clearing now and the September morning brought sunshine that reflected off the pearly dew, making it twinkle like stars. The sunlight streamed through the castle windows too, shining through the many different colour liquids in jars that line the many walls of the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom like a stain glass window. In these jars were a number of long-diseased peculiar animals, animals Sherlock had never seen before. And if Sherlock did not know any better he would call them monsters.

Bang.

The door opened and the tall ginger haired figure that was Sherlock's dearest brother stood before the assembled crowd of first year students, a mix of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor alike. Mycroft's cloak was pristine, and as was the room he owned. Everything from the size ordered quills, alphabetically organised books and perfectly polished ornaments spoke of his character and more importantly the immense sense of ownership deep within the room. In fact it spoke more of him than his room at home in Devon. Sherlock's nerves were on the edge as he sat down next to John at the back and for a panic-stricken second  Sherlock's body tensed as he locked eyes with his brother, his worst enemy.

"Ah dear brother, William."

"I am called Sherlock here Mycroft."

"And I am called Sir of Professor Holmes."

"Then I guess we are  even." Sherlock said, swallowing hard.

"Do you think you are... Clever?" Mycroft called, drawing closer to them, eyes locked on them like an eagle on its prey.

"Naturally." Sherlock replied, rather coolly. A few Hufflepuffs tittered.

"Then tell me... What is a Grindelow?"

Sherlock's jaw tightened once more and he found himself unable to speak. Some time went by and he was well aware of people staring, Anderson even snorted in laughter. "Do you not know brother of mine? Fine then, how can you tell the difference between a werewolf and the common wolf?"

"I don't know sir." Sherlock's expression was blank yet under the table his hands balled into fists.

"Then I see now why you are not in my house." So this is how it would be, Sherlock thought, Mycroft hurting him inside school as well as out.

"If you don't mind me saying sir but just because Sherlock isn't in Ravenclaw doesn't mean he's not smart- I've seen what he can do-"John looked at Sherlock who was breathing heavily. "-It just makes him braver than you are," Silence followed his words in which Sherlock looked at John, John who had just stood up for him.

And for the first time in his life Sherlock felt that he was no longer alone, that even if Mycroft was going to bully him for the rest of his life it did not matter because he could take it. Because he didn't have to take it alone, he had John Watson.

"Bravery is the kindest word for stupidity don't you think?"

A/N: Hello lovely people! What? No, no it's not Christmas but here you are- a chapter! I'm such a bad person. I was all like 'i'll update every week' but now I'm just juggling stories. I know it's not great but i'm sorry. Please vote if you want and comments are even better. Love you all,

seriously you're amazing,

Phoebs