[ON HOLD] Unanswerable (A Potter!Lock Fanfic)

Chapter Four

Hey so this is Brielle! I'm not sure if Mary is coming back, but until she does, I'll also be writing the John chapters.

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I laid in bed awake the first night.

Crap what did I do?

My first real friend and I ruined everything. I know Sherlock said we could go back to normal, but it won't ever be the same.

I don't even know why I did it. I'm not gay. I'm not like that. But it wasn't just that I wanted to help Sherlock decide either. Something about him just...

I finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning only to be woken up at seven o'clock for my first class, Transfiguration.

All the other boys were awake and getting ready. Nobody paid any attention to me. I stood in my little corner and got my robes on. I smiled at my kitten, Terrance. My one friend now, if I truly had lost Sherlock.

I grabbed my books, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration and The Standard Book of Spells as well as the books I would need for the rest of my morning classes.

I grabbed my wand off of the top of my trunk. 10 inch, oak, Pheonix feather. I had come to find that it was like an identity. It was like how your parents have you a name that would define you for the rest of your life. A wand was no different for a wizard. It was something that was made for you, and you only, to have. Mine had been waiting for me. It knew me. I couldn't have someone else's. It wouldn't do the same things for me. It was something to tie me to my wizard heritage.

Neither of my parents were wizards, but my grandmother was. It was like ginger hair in how it skipped generations.

"Watson! John, is it?" I heard the prefect in my year, Charlie Weasley call. "Time to go."

I looked up to see that everyone else had already filed out of the room. I gathered my books off of my bed and followed Charlie down the steps.

I didn't l know the school that well, but I found my way to the classroom in time. I took a seat near the back and had look around. There were more beginning of school greetings. There was a tabby cat with bright green eyes sitting on the front desk. A class pet, possibly?

Someone pulled out the chair next to me and sat down. I didn't look up until I heard Sherlock's voice say, "Hello, John. Sleep well?"

"Hey, Sherlock," I said uneasily and lied, "Yeah I slept fine."

"I'm going to pretend that I think you're telling me the truth," Sherlock's mouth curved up at the corners.

"Right..." I said for a lack of activity in my brain at this hour. "Where do you think the professor is?"

"She's sitting on the desk," Sherlock told me, sitting back in his chair.

"What? We're being taught by a cat?"
I laughed.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "John, think about the class you're in. This is Transfiguration."

"Why would the professor pose as a cat?" I asked.

"It's less menacing on the first day to be watched by a cat than by a woman of such grandeur as Professor McGonagall," Sherlock replied. "May I see your schedule?"

I handed him the parchment that I had scrawled my class hours onto.

Sherlock glanced over it and nodded. "We've got everything together."