If Sherlock went to Hogwarts (Fanfiction)

Herbology

The Herbology greenhouses, even Sherlock thought, were pretty cool. The sun was bright today, dazzling. And almost blinding to Sherlock due to the stark contrast between here and the virtually no-light within the dungeon halls where he had spent lunch, almost (though he would not admit it) sulking. This light danced off the glass of the greenhouses which were like large, see -through tortoise shells bathing in the sun, strange looking plants leaked their way through the open windows but spilled upwards, into the sky.

The Gryffindor's and some other people Sherlock couldn't identify entered the green house nearest as assigned on their timetable. It was crammed and very humid, Mike's glasses steamed up.

"Gather round, gather round." Said a rather scrubby plumb woman. Her hair poked out of her tatty witch's hat, grey and curled. She wore a patched up cloak and a good-natured smile.

"Right we are going to hop right ahead of everybody and start off with 'Moly' seeing it's quite harmless." She said, pointing at a tray of white and blue flowers, similar to a buttercup in shape and size but with a black stem for each. "In fact more than harmless- can anyone tell me what I mean by that?"

There was silence.

Then an unfamiliar voice said "Sherlock might know." Sherlock looked to the sly voice which had spoken. It was a black haired boy with a mischievous grin. He was wearing Slytherin uniform like the other half of the class, meaning other houses must have heard of Sherlock's humiliation in  Defence against the Dark arts. How many people knew?

Everyone looked at him, expectantly. He hadn't thought to read his textbooks, thinking he would outsmart them without them- well, he still thought he was smarter- but never the less he would study as soon as he got back to his dormitory. This was Humiliating. Sherlock was a statue but he felt heat rise in his face.

"Not to worry dear. Moly is digested to counteract dark magic- mostly used in potion making, notoriously..." But her sentence was faded by jeers and laughter from the Slytherin side of the room and Anderson. "AHEM!" She cut across them "You are meant to be taking notes!"

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It had been hard to listen to "Professor Sprout" (as Sherlock now knew her name to be) due to the sudden downpour of rain which had come as is pounded hard on the roof of the greenhouse making a deafening noise. When the class was over however and they vacated the room Sherlock couldn't hear anything. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his cloak and marched across the soggy lawn. His feet sunk into the earth on every step as if it took pity on him- the earth was willingly swallowing him up.

"Sherlock! Wait up!" He didn't.

John was soon striding alongside him "Don't listen to them Sherlock." It still sounded as though John was very far away. "Hay, take this." He said and handed him a Moly flower. A blue one. "Don't tell anyone, they'd have a field day."

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At the end of his first full day at Hogwarts Sherlock lay in his bed, going late into the night reading up on all his subjects. It was still raining slightly into the night. Using the flower as a bookmark he closed the last page, rolled to his side and curled up in a ball. Once he closed his eyes he could imagine Redbeard breathing warmly next to him, moving the bed with every inhale and exhale and Sherlock Holmes rested peacefully.

A/N Again a bit short sorry. Please feel free to vote if you want or even comment- love those. Have a great day guys ! (I know this story seems a bit dull but I've got a plan trust me) Thanks for sticking with me and if your new thank you also x

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