"Hey guys. Sorry I'm late," he apologised, smiling "Molly's told me so much about you. I'm Jim"
                              He stuck out his hand for them to shake it. Neither of them stirred, though. "I know you are" John growled.
                              "You alright John?" Molly asked, in a high pitched voice "Sherlock?"
                              Everyone was staring at each other. Sherlock promptly punched Jim in the face.
                              "Sherlock!" Molly squealed, jumping up.
                              "Molly! He's a psychopath!" Sherlock exclaimed. Molly laughed.
                              "This guy? Yeah right. I've known him a year. We watched Glee together!" Molly scoffed "He can't be a psychopath"
                              "He's not just any psychopath," John interrupted "It's him. Fucking James from first year. Every year I've been terrified of you getting out, and you're here"
                              "Who? I don't know you you're talking about? I'm Jim! I- I live near Molly... My dad works in IT, my mum's a director! Who's James?" He defended "I only came this year! I'm sorry!" And he began crying.
                              "Look what you've done. I hate you!" Molly whispered, then grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
                              Sherlock and John looked at each other. "I'd never forget his face," John hissed. "I don't care what his disguise is."
                              "Molly's never going to believe us," Sherlock pointed out.
                              "Since when has that mattered to you?" John retorted. "We have a chance to finally rid the word of that piece of shit, and you suddenly care about whether Molly would believe us or not"
                              "We're not gonna kill him, John" Sherlock decided.
                              "Why not? He's shown that he can get out of Azkaban! What else do we do with him?" John raged. "I fucking hate that fucking piece of shit. Fuck this, fuck him, fuck everything. I'm fucking sick of everything. I fucking hate-"
                              Sherlock kissed him to shut him up. Slowly.
                              "Calm down. It'll be alright. He wouldn't try anything while there are all these teachers around," Sherlock soothed, "We'll be fine. Together, we can't go wrong."
                              John shut up, and looked at Sherlock. "This time around, we have to promise not to keep secrets from each other."
                              Sherlock's eyes met with John's. "I promise"
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                              Yeah... Sorry for all that swearing.
                              Anyway, this could either end real sadly, or real happily... Let's see, shall we.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible
FanfictionSequel to 'Impossible - A potterlock fanfiction'. After their eventful first year at Hogwarts, Sherlock and John return to their studies and stay ahead of their classes. It all seems to be going fine. Until the fifth year, which is when Sherlock beg...
