Once Upon A Time I Was Falling In Love, Now I'm Only Falling Apart

Chapter 1

I looked at the clock. 8:45. Five minutes until I got out of here. I ran around my room, gathering my stuff. I threw everything in my trunk and it closed with a click. I thought it was better this way. My parents didn't care much for me, and I was always under the influence of "dearest Mycroft." In theory, this year I would get to choose my classes. Oh I hoped so. Ancient Runes was incredibly interesting. And it would be useful for taking notes without Muggles understanding. Almost like a secret code.

Mycroft called out a five minute warning and I shot down the stairs, my trunk on my back. He was waiting for me, wand in hand. My parents were there, but I ignored them. They returned the example and went straight to Mycroft, telling him not to be seen Apparating, how proud they were he was Head Boy, and "oh yeah take care of Sherlock too". I scowled at them and grabbed Mycroft's hand, a sadly necessary action for what was about to happen.

"Let's go," I snapped. He gave me an annoyed look but Apparated us into a stall in King's Cross Station. He stepped out first and I waited a moment to follow. The station wasn't full yet, so we didn't use as much caution as we went through the brick to get to Platform 9 ¾.

The train wasn't quite there, so instead, I put my bags down and made myself a seat. I pulled out my muggle phone, one I'd gotten with my own money- it was simply too useful to not use- and pulled up Worm on my phone. It was a rather interesting read so far, over a million words long according to the internet.

I had only gotten a few chapters further when the train finally arrived. Mycroft went off to the prefect's cabin, accompanied by a few of the kids who wanted to be on time as best they could- and in one person's case, possibly to hit on my brother. Irene Adler was the one prefect who didn't get there, which I thought wasn't odd. She was always fashionably late. I wasn't sure how she got to be a prefect. Needless to say, I wasn't a big fan of the prefects. They thought Mycroft was the next Minister, and always tried their best to sleaze up to him through gifts. In all honesty, they were probably right. He could get any place in the government he wanted- muggle or wizarding.

I kept reading on my phone, noting interesting plot points and what may have been references. Although I'd had my phone a few years, I didn't have much time to get immersed in muggle culture. I was thinking of taking Muggle Studies alongside Ancient Runes if I could get a Time-Turner rented from the Ministry. But they were all out this year, so I may just have to wait until next year to figure it all out.

I had been sitting for an hour and 20 minutes when a boy about my age walked in, followed by a girl-his sister if genetics had anything on them. I'm sure I'd seen them before, but in all honesty I didn't care. They sat down and cast annoyed glares at each other. The boy, probably a Quidditch player, looked up at me it, but I ignored him. He was my age. John, possibly. Likely a Gryffindor, unless he was wearing the wrong robes. A small girl walked in and immediately blushed before looking away. That was Molly, wasn't it? She was a girl in the Ravenclaw dorm. She seemed to like me a lot, but I didn't care for her. It had been a summer though, so it was likely that I didn't evoke emotion other than shame for the past in her. Then one of the Slytherin prefects walked in. Irene Adler. The girl who walked in with the Quidditch player looked up and blushed, causing Irene to smirk. A blonde and a Hufflepuff prefect followed. We were silent for a while before Molly spoke up. "So... it's a long ride. Why don't we get to know each other?"

A silent nod passed around the cabin before the blonde boy said, "I'll start. My name is John Watson. I am a Gryffindor chas-"

I interrupted. "Chaser on the team but not the best broom as your Muggle family cannot afford it. Your father is in the Muggle war that is going on, I believe in Iraq, and he recently moved to the war zone, where you spent the summer. You were hurt, and have a limp which doesn't affect you often, due to it being psychosomatic. The girl next to you is your Hufflepuff sister, who is dating Irene Adler. Or at least secretly. Sorry."