Wizards and the Sociopath - A PotterLock Fanfic

Chapter 12

The next day started eventfully. Lucifer, a Slytherin girl in her third year, screamed at the top of her voice. Sherlock opened his eyes and sat up. Mycroft strode in.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" He bellowed across the room making everyone go silent. Lucifer pointed at a crossbow, sticking out from under Sherlock's bed. Sherlock frowned.

"He killed Thomas! I knew it! FREAK KILLED THOMAS!" Lucifer shouted trying to stir trouble in the crowd.

"What are you even doing in here, Lucifer?" Sherlock spat. Lucifer hesitated and blushed.

"You were seeing someone, probably Jacob," Sherlock deduced. Lucifer gave Sherlock a death glare.

"At least I'm not a murderer," she growled.

"At least I'm not a slut," Sherlock replied. Lucifer swept past Mycroft and back to her own dorm. Mycroft looked back at Sherlock.

"Come with me, brother mine," he said his face a mask of emotions. Sherlock obediently followed his brother through to the headmasters office. Sherlock couldn't help but feel nervous.

When they entered Dumbledore's office Lestrade was already there.

"There are all of these rumours about him and they aren't true! I know him well and he is innocent. He was only investigating the murders, I let him into the common room to see Carls room-"

"You let a boy from another house into the Hufflepuff common room?" Dumbledore asked. Lestrade sighed.

"Yes, but it helped, didn't it?" He said. Mycroft cleared his throat. Both Dumbledore and Lestrade turned.

"What is the problem?" Dumbledore asked looking between the Holmes brothers. Lestrade frowned at Sherlock but bit back his words.

"Hagrid's crossbow, which was the one that fired the killing shot, was found under Sherlock's bed," Mycroft stated the facts. Dumbledore thought for a moment before speaking.

"If Mr Holmes the younger and Mr Lestrade would leave us, I would like to speak with Mycroft alone,"

Sherlock left and headed to the Astronomy Tower. Lestrade tried to catch up with Sherlock but Sherlock seemed to just vanish.

As he climbed the steps to the Astronomy Tower, Sherlock heard the song Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees. He walked out and saw the a boy sitting with his phone playing the song. He frowned. The boy was Richard Brook from his year and house, how could he have been so blind? The boy abruptly chucked the phone off the tower.

"Stayin' Alive! It's so boring!" He said "Jim Moriarty. Hi," Sherlock didn't reply. He walked forward and tilted his head at Jim.

"I gave you my number, thought you might call," he continued. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"It's been fun, Sherlock," he drawled in his thick Irish accent "Such a shame I've beaten you,"

"What do you mean?" Sherlock spoke for the first time. Moriarty smiled.

"IOU a fall Sherlock. Just one little step and then oblivion. Simple,"

"You want me to jump?"

"Falling is just like flying, but with a more permanent destination," he smiled again "I don't just want you to jump, you have to jump. If you don't your friends will die,"

Sherlock blanched. "John."

"All of them."

"Lestrade,"

Moriarty grinned. "They will all die if you don't,"

Sherlock then started to laugh. "I don't have to die and neither do my friends. I have you. Call off the killers,"

Moriarty stared into Sherlock's eyes. He then started muttering:

"You can live as long as you have me!" He gave a maniac laugh and started repeating 'Thank you. God bless you' over and over. He offered his right hand. Sherlock took it firmly and shook it.

"Well, good luck with that," Moriarty smirked and then shot himself. Sherlock stumbled backwards. He had to jump.

John tried to find Sherlock but to no avail. He asked Lestrade and was told that Sherlock was going to the astronomy tower. Nobody knew why. John hurried outside so that he could see the astronomy tower. Suddenly his phone rung. It was Sherlock.

"Hello. Sherlock where are you?" John asked quickly. There was a sniffle from the other end of the phone. That doesn't sound good.

"I'm sorry John. Since I can't come down, we are gong to have to do it like this," Sherlock said, stepping up to the edge of the Tower.

"Do-Do what?" John asked, confused. Sherlock's voice was thick with emotion when he spoke.

"Tell everyone, everyone who will listen that I am Moriarty and that I'm a fake,"

"What? Sherlock no, that's-"

"Please John. Will you do that for me?" Sherlock cried, the tears muffling his voice.

"Okay, stop this now! Stop!"

"I'm so sorry John, for all of the hurt I have caused you,"

"What do you mean?"

"This is my note. That's what people do don't they? Leave a note,"

"Leave a note when..." John struggled to comprehend what Sherlock was saying. When do people leave a note. It doesn't make any sense, Sherlock stop. Please.

"Goodbye John," and the phone went dead. Sherlock no.

"SHERLOCK! SHERLOCK STOP!" John shouted at the top of his voice but it comes out as a strangled cry. Sherlock leant forward. No. John shut his eyes. Please no. Sherlock fell. John was utterly stunned and couldn't move. He just watched as hit the ground like a rag doll. He staggered forward but his legs felt numb. His world swam before him. Sherlock was...No, he was not dead. It was just a dream. John squeezed his eyes shut again but when he opened them Sherlock was still dead but now there was a group of teachers and students crowed around him.

"Let me through please, he's my friend," John pushed through the crowd and saw Sherlock for the first time up close. His eyes were open and unseeing. His hair was matted with blood. The blood is so full of colour compared to his pale skin. John took Sherlock's hand and felt for a pulse. Nothing. Oh god no. Please. John fell back and leant against the people behind him. Sherlock couldn't die. Not now. Not here. Please god let this be a dream.

A/N THE FEELS! OUCH THIS MADE ME CRY WHEN I WROTE IT!

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