Johnlock At Hogwarts

Chapter 2: Diagon Alley

As we appeared in the fireplace of The Leaky Cauldron, I took out my supply list, again, purely ceremonial, as I already knew what was on it.

"You know want you need to get little brother?" Mycroft patronisingly stated.

Of course I knew what I needed, but for the sake of argument, I said, "Oh brother of mine, whatever would I do without you. I need a cauldron, textbooks for potions, charms, defense against the dark arts, transfiguration, arithmancy, astronomy, herbology, and such. I also need quills, ink, my uniform, glass vials, telescope and brass scale, oh, and if I so choose, an owl, toad or cat. Did I miss anything?"

"As a matter of fact, you did. You forgot a wand, you moronic, infantile, idiot. The most important thing in the wizarding world and you forgot it! Mummy will be very disappointed."

After Mycroft finished bragging about how he never forgets anything, we made our way to Ollivander's. Where "the wand chooses the wizard." Of course, this is blasphemy, an inanimate object such as a wand cannot see into a wizard's mind with one swish. Maybe after 60 spells, it may work better for one person than another, but a wand purely reflects the owner. Height, skills in academia, bravery, confidence and other traits are what truly selects one's wand.

As we walked in, the old man behind the counter began to speak;

"Ah, Mr. Holmes the younger! I was wondering when we were to see you in the alley," he said, "It seems just yesterday your older brother was right where you are standing now."

"Alright, enough backstory about my brother," I interjected, "I need a 10 and 3/4 inch birch with a phoenix feather and unicorn hair core."

"But Mr. Holmes, the wand-."

"Chooses the wizard, yes I know. Third wall to the right, fifth shelf from the top, twelfth stack, on the bottom."

"Well, if you insist." 

The man slowly worked his way to the location I described, grabbed the wand box and slowly made his way back to Mycroft and I, and handed me an open box. He told me to give it a flick, and in doing so, I gave Mycroft an additional 10 pounds of unlosable weight. I chuckled as he looked in horror at is busting pant line. I gave Ollivander the required amount of galleons and went down the rest of Diagon alley with Mycroft to get my supplies.

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"Alright, brother of mine. You have all your books and writing utensils and other dull things, do you want an owl, toad or cat?" Mycroft asked.

"Obviously an owl," I condescendingly replied, "An owl's wits will not be matched by an amphibian or feline."

Mycroft sighed, exasperated, and took me to Eeylops Owl Emporium. Where I saw a magnificent barn owl. It reflected myself in every way, and as I leapt away from Mycroft, I could hear it give an incredibly sarcastic "Hoot hoot." This owl was obviously very young, only about 2 years old, and thought it knew that no wizard would ever take him to Hogwarts. Almost just to spite this owl, I grabbed her, went to the till, smashed down my remaining galleons, sickles, and knuts and exasperatingly waited for the clerk to give me my change. 

"Let's go" I yelled at Mycroft as I marched off to the Leaky Cauldron. He ran after me and gave me a tiny satchel of Floo powder when he caught up to me. 

"I still need to get my supplies of insignificance." he said, "I will apparate back home when I am done."

Pretending I didn't hear him, I grabbed my supplies and dashed to a fireplace. before I yelled my destination, I shouted after Mycroft;

"Mummy will be very disappointed!" And with that, I was absorbed in green smoke and appeared back home.