Chapter 3

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As the seven of you waited outside of Headmaster Dumbledore's office you felt something brush against your arm when you turned to look, however, there was no one there. "Are you alright (Y/N)?" You heard The Doctor ask you in a soft, calming voice. "I'm fine, just never thought I'd ever get to be here!" You stated plainly. The Doctor was aware of your life before you met. But you then received a questioning look from DI Lestrade followed by Sherlock asking, "What do you mean? Do you know where we are?" You opened your mouth to respond but, along with the Holmes' and Dr Watson, you were shocked to hear Lestrade reply "This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's in Scotland." "Gavin, how the hell would you possibly know that?" " Sherlock, my name is Greg!" He responded sharply to Sherlock rebounding with "Don't avoid the question, Graham!" "How about we ask how she knows," John said pointing to you. "I'm a squib" just as you thought, everyone looked completely lost, except for The Doctor, of course, and surprisingly, DI Lestrade. He just had a sympathetic and understanding look on his face as he stared at you. "What in the name of Dormammu is a squib!?" shockingly this came from Doctor Strange, who, until now, had stood in the corner not saying a word. You looked towards The Doctor, pleading him to explain so that you wouldn't have to. He obliged and began explaining. "A squib is someone with Magical Parents or blood but has no magical abilities. Some families think it's shameful and disown people who are squibs" As The Doctor said that last part you all noticed Lestrade sadden and bow his head to stare at the floor. You decided to try to direct the conversation away from him "Luckily for me my parents didn't disown me" Everyone, minus Lestrade, looked to you "They didn't have a chance" at everyone's confused looks you added simply "They're Dead." You heard a muffled gasp come from behind you and you turned around to see nothing there. After that Sherlock redirected the conversation to Lestrade who was still facing the ground. You felt annoyed as this was the exact opposite of what you were trying to do. "So, Lestrade" Lestrade looked up at the mention of his name and everyone fell silent as they saw his slightly red eyes. "Uh.." Sherlock said as he regained himself "How... how did you know about the magical world?" "Simple," Greg responded "I'm a Squib too. Except I was disowned" And all was silent once more.

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