Wizards and the Sociopath - A PotterLock Fanfic

Chapter 11

Rumours started spreading. That's what rumours do. You never really know where they start but when they start they never stop until they are proven right or wrong. The first John heard was a quite muttering of Sherlock's name in the corridors between lessons. Whenever Sherlock was around the muttering stopped but what could he do? It doesn't take a genius to notice when people are talking behind your back and Sherlock is a genius!
"Hello John. I've been looking into Thomas's death in relation to Carl's death. Quentin's alibi checks out, he was in potions for the whole time," Sherlock said.
"So who do you think did it?" John asked as they rounded the corner to the charms classroom.
"Only Hagrid has a crossbow so whoever killed Thomas somehow stole it from his hut,"
"That would've been hard,"
"No, it's relatively easy. I tried it myself but the crossbow is not in Hagrid's hut," John stopped causing Sherlock to look over his shoulder, perplexed.
"You broke into Hagrid's hut?" He said frowning.
"Yes, I had to see if it was easy. Anyway, we'll be late for charms if we don't hurry up," Sherlock started walking again. John was shocked. Surely Sherlock wouldn't hurt anybody.

'One day we'll be standing over a body and he will have put it there'

Sally's voice came into John's head. John shook his head vigorously, as if to shake away all traces of that thought. Sherlock was not responsible. He couldn't be.
"Mr Watson, maybe you would like to show the class how to perform a perfect Leviosa Charm," Professor Flitwick asked John. John came back to reality. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the feather in front of him.
"Wingardiam Leviosa!" He chanted and the feather floated into the air. He smiled.
"Excellent, Mr Watson," John sighed and relaxed back into his chair and into his thoughts.
When Sherlock arrived back to his common room, he found a note addressed to Sherlock Holmes lying on his bed. He picked it up carefully and smelt the paper, checking for any chemicals or clues to where it came from. Nothing. He opened it, taking care not to rip it and inside was a small piece of paper. It read:
'Astronomy Tower. Tomorrow
07274813.'
-JM
JM could only stand for one thing: Jim Moriarty. Sherlock sat back and and rested his head in his hands. Then he slowly drifted into his Mind Palace. He was going to meet Jim Moriarty.

A/N SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHORT. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE THE BIG CHAPTER WHERE EVERYTHING HAPPENS, HOPE YOUR EXCITED!
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