Sherlock's Story (A Harry Potter and Sherlock crossover)

Chapter Eight

"Hello? Can I come in? Every where else is full." I turn to greet the newcomer, who's stride determined his height as 146.304(cm) or 4.8(feet). This a little under the average height for a 11 year old. His voice is remarkably similar to his brothers. "Hello Ronald Weasley," I mutter before turning around to greet my new classmate. 

As I turn I am hit with deja vu. The face looking up at me had his blue eyes and face structure, but there were no gray hairs or creased brows. And his military stance and haircut had evaporated. Instead, freckles were scattered over his face. This boy had a nervous look and flaming red hair. I choked back a sob. John. 

"Excuse me are you ok?" The fake John asks and I am snapped back to reality. 

"Hey, Ron." The twins were back. "Listen, we're going down to the middle of the train," George began. "Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there." Ron flinches.

"Right," mumbled Ron.

Scared of spiders. Interesting the cause if the phobia definitely had something to do with the twins. In my mind palace I ponder over what to do. I certainly don't want to get attached to him and I know I would only be doing it because he looks like John.

"Ah, Sherlock this is our brother Ron, but you already knew that didn't you? See you later then."
"Bye," said Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.

I gave a curt nod. "I prefer Sherlock if you don't mind."

"Oh, I just thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," said Ron. "And have you really got, you know. . ." He pointed at his own forehead.

I pulled back my curly bangs to revel the lightning scar. Ron stared.
"So that's where You-Know-Who?"
"It's not as if I can remember anything," I scoffed.

Lies, I remember. I remember Jim's pale face with strikingly red eyes and snake nose. I remember his cruel smile as I thought I would die again.

"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly.
"Nothing," I replied.
"Wow," said Ron. He sat and stared at me for what seemed an eternity. Then as though he suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window.
Then he abruptly stood up again. "Ah you didn't say if it was okay if I could sit here," he stuttered.

So much like John. "I don't mind," I said as politely as I could.
"Thanks," he smiled back. "I heard you went to go live with muggles."

Ah, he wishes to make small talk. Be normal. Mycroft's voice echos in my head.

"Yeah, they're not that bad." I totally didn't do their chores for seven years.
"Though it must have been nice to have five older brothers and a little sister all magical."

"How'd you know?"
"Magic," I said dryly.
"Really?" Ron said excitedly. "I mean are you a Legilimens?"
"Excuse me?"
"A mind reader we call them Legilimens."

Interesting, there are mind readers.
"No I am not a mind reader I can just absorb information from body posture to your clothing," I said. "And from seeing three of them at the train station."

"Oh," Ron says looking down.

"Which house do you want to be in?" I ask already knowing the answer.

"My whole family's been in Griffindor, and my brothers have all been great at what they do. I am just another Weasley there's is nothing special about me. I will probably end up in Griffindor and slowly fade into the shadows," he said softly.

"Well did you prepare an entire speech for me or what?" I said but despite my sarcasm, I felt pity for him. I am going to protect as I did for John.

"Ah, sorry I didn't mean to ramble or anything," Joh-Ron said with wide eyes.

"No it's fine I understand. Thinking no one appreciates anything you do. I get it," I quickly reassured.

"Yeah," Ron pulled out a fat grey rat. "This Scabbers by the way."

Peter.

That stinking lies traitorous good for nothing rat.

He was their friend.

"He's useless," Ron continued.

I know.

"Hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl  from Dad for being prefect, but they couldn't aff-   I mean I got Scabbers instead." Ron's ears went pink and stopped talking.

Ah, he thinks he should be ashamed for being poor. How to act like a nice person?

Change the subject.

"Do you know how to become an animagus?"

Ron looked up with questioning eyes.

"An animagus. It's a multi-step spell/potion mixture that allows a wizard to transform back and forth from their animal form."

"Really," Ron said clearly interested. "How does it work?"

"Well, I have this book that explains a little it's mostly rubbish and examples of cases that went wrong. But I've extracted that there's a book in Hogwarts that takes you through all the steps," I announced proudly. Pleased someone could hear my hard work.

"That's bloody brilliant."

"People are supposed to register at the Ministry so it doesn't go wrong, but if we do it no one will know and we could just sneak around!" I finished.

"Anything off the trolley dears?"

Ah, food.

I haven't had any breakfast.

"Want anything?" I asked J-Ron.

"Just a Bertie's Botts every flavor beans if it's not to much trouble."

I got Ron his beans and two chocolate frogs and several pasties and cakes.

"Here", I said tossing the beans to Ron and opening my own candy.

We spent some time eating and enjoying our sweets.

Until there was a knock on the door of our compartment and a round-faced boy came in. He looked tearful.

Wait I've seen him before. Gabriel! No was it just Gabe? No, it was Gerald yeah Gerald.

Quickly deduced him nothing particularly interesting, grew up in a wizard family. Average height, brown hair, brown eyes sorry hazel eyes. Dead parents, no they're in a coma of some sort.

"Sorry," he said,"but have you seen a toad at all?"
Ron shook his head.
I however said,"Try the second car of the train and if your coming in from the back the second compartment has a single blond headed boy. He should know where your toad is."

"Thank you," Gerald said obviously much happier. He left.

"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron. "If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk."

The rat was still snoozing on his lap.

"He might've died and you wouldn't know the difference," said Ron in disgust. "I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you look. . . ."

He pulled out his battered-looking wand. "Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway-"

He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. A bushy haired girl who had this bossy sort of aura to her entered. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."