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

Chapter Six

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Chapter 6 - John

I woke up happy the next morning. Sherlock was finally opening up to me and I had made my first in-house friend the night before, while studying in the common room.

His name was Greg, but I'd only heard Sherlock refer to him as Lestrade before. We got talking about Quidditch and he said he could help me train for next year since I hadn't made the team this year.

I thought it was very generous of him.

He was a good guy. A bit confused at times, but still a good person to talk to when Sherlock's intellect got to be a bit much.

But that wasn't to say that I didn't look forward to seeing Sherlock every second of the day that I wasn't with him.

I walked into Transfiguration the next morning and saw Sherlock already sitting at our desk, his head hung down somewhat sadly, examining his wand. I had noticed he did that every time he was alone. He had been looking at it when I had found him on the train and all too often in the Great Hall.

I crossed over the room and sat next to him.

"Hello, Sherlock," I said quietly.

He stayed completely quiet, which I will admit, hurt more than I'd like to admit.

"Are you alright?" I pressed on.

He sighed and mumbled something that I couldn't quite make out.

"Sorry...what?"

"We have to be more careful," he said just a bit louder.

"Why? Did someone see us?" I asked nervously.

He shook his head, "No, but Anderson is onto us."

I looked across the room at the greasy-haired Ravenclaw who was talking to Sally Donovan, a Slytherin girl who'd knocked the books out of my hands on the second day of classes.

"Did he say something to you?" I lowered my voice.

"Yeah..." Sherlock responded, making eye contact with me for the first time today. I could see the hurt in his eyes. I could tell that he wanted to say more than he had told me already. But he knew that he couldn't here.

He didn't have the chance to anyhow, as Professor McGonagall burst into the room hurriedly, exclaiming, "Please excuse my tardiness, students. I had to break up a fight between two first years. Is anyone here acquainted with James Moriarty?"

Sherlock's face darkened for a moment. I wondered what a first year could do to change his emotions so quickly like that.

A spindly, dark haired Slytherin girl in the front row raised her hand.

The professor nodded, "Irene, would you please tell Jim not to be so violent in the future? Poor Carl Powers had to be taken to the infirmary."

Irene smirked as if she thought it was funny, but nodded nonetheless. I doubted the message would get passed on.