Distinction: A Potterlock AU

Ch. 2: Not Hufflepuff.

A/N: MY MOODS VARY FROM 'omg I'm so inspired I love writing WRITE ALL THE FICS, UPDATE EVERYTHING' to 'I fucking hate writing I can't think of anything I'm never doing it again' IM IN THE FIRST MOOD RIGHT NOW SO BE HAPPY CHILDREN

Ps I really want to include Mrs. Hudson but no one rly knows what her first name is so idk maybe Una Hudson bc she's played by Una Stubbs (I think) ????¿¿¿?¿

Pps this takes place after the battle of Hogwarts and stuff so McGonagall is headmistress

Chapter 2:

The first years marched up and waited for Professor McGonagall to call their names. The first was a girl named Irene Adler. She headed to Slytherin. Name after name went by. John stopped paying attention to them, he was too busy worrying. "Sherlock Holmes." McGonagall called out in a clear voice. John returned to reality. Sherlock shoved through the first few students in his way, the rest learned fairly quickly and stepped aside. He marched up and sat on the stool with his shoulders back. McGonagall lowered the hat to his head. It had barely reached his ears when it shouted "RAVENCLAW!!" The Ravenclaw table erupted in cheers. Sherlock shot a wink at John as he made his way to the Ravenclaw table. John felt heat rush to his face. He was blushing furiously. Soon after Sherlock came the girl with ponytail. Apparently, her name was Molly Hooper, and she was a Hufflepuff. A few names later came Greg Lestrade, a Gryffindor. John was paying attention now, to try to distract himself. They had reached the m's. About halfway there. "James Moriarty." The crowd seemed to part for this boy, as if he was a spider, that no one wanted to touch. He smirked as he ascended the steps. He gave John the chills. His eyes were not that of an eleven year old, but that of a madman, and he gave off the impression that he was not a person to cross. The Sorting Hat took its time with him. John didn't know what the Sorting Hat had to think about; even to someone as dumb as him, Slytherin was the obvious choice. In fact, the Sorting Hat was debating between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, because James Moriarty didn't have the self-preservation of most Slytherins. However, his thoughts were like poison. His whole head was churning full of monsters and shadows and nightmares. In all it's years, the Sorting Hat had never seen anything like James Moriarty. The Sorting Hat had no choice. "Slytherin." The hat croaked at last. The whole hall was silent. No cheers for James Moriarty. James seemed fine with that. He smiled to himself as he descended the steps, as if he was in on a private joke. The rest of the names went by in a flash. Before John knew it, McGonagall was calling his name. Time slowed to a crawl as John managed to walk up the stairs without embarrassing himself. McGonagall put the hat on his head. "Mm." The Hat spoke in his mind. "Interesting. Bravery, check. Chivalry, check. Loyalty, oh most definitely. Ah, but patient and just. So the question is, Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?" "Not Hufflepuff." John whispered. The Sorting Hat laughed. "Well if you're sure... GRYFFINDOR!!!!" John stumbled down the stairs and made his way to the Gryffindor table. He sat down next to Greg Lestrade who patted him on the back. When the Sorting Ceremony was finished, Professor McGonagall, the Headmistress, said a few words, reminding students that the Dark Forest was out of bounds and similar announcements. When she had finished, the empty plates on the tables instantly filled themselves with food. John laughed. He liked this place already.