Hogwarts crossover- fandoms United

Chapter 18

And Katniss was partially right. Hermione saw the right answer, but this infuriated the others who even more adamently blamed it on John. It tore appart their group, something that Moriarty was eager to point out to Sherlock when they met again in Defence Against the Dark Arts. That boy could be so infuriating sometimes. Lessons carried on, with Katniss discovering her love for Transfiguration after her third lesson, where she had really gotten the hang of things. She hadn't been able to do her needle in the first lesson, but in the most recent one she was exelling above the others.

Another thing that kept them happy was Quidditch training. Although the eivenings were getting colder, the people who made it to the quidditch team were practicing every Tuesday after tea. The first one had really been getting to know the team and their positions and the more technical rules in the sport. John soon discovered a warming charm that would last for the rest of the hour, and taught it to his team and his other friends who were in the same dilemma. The teams were practicing hard, as there was an upcoming game- Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw! It would be Tris and Harry vs John and their teams. Each team were practicing mini games amongst themselves, and they had soon gotten used to the concept.

During a boring History of Magic lesson, they talked about the game. As it was the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws in the lesson, the Hufflepuffs had agreed that they would support them (but had already told the Gryffindors the same thing!). Sherlock was beginning to get bored of these endless talks, so turned the topic to the victims. As Peeta, Tobias and Annabeth were sitting at the other end of the table, ignoring them, it was ok to. Sherlock was still fixated on the fact that they lost hair. It was at times like this that he showed he was a muggle born, as his knowledge didn't extend to all aspects of magic.

"Well," John began, having an idea. "They could be makig polyjuice potion." Sherlocks eyes snapped open and immidiately began to shift, obviously thinking hard. The others stared at him, waiting eagerly for him to tell them.

"That's it, John" He said a minute later, looking excited. "Why would the person need copies of the two children. What do they have in common?" He pondered out loud. John coughed to gain his attention again.

"Many things, Sherlock. We'll have to wait for the next victim before making any assumptions." He told the boy, trying to bring him back down to planet earth and make him see reason. Sherlock made an irratated noise.

"I don't like waiting. Waitings breathing." He commented, his voice low and moody sounding. When they finished, it was time to for lunch. They had some sandwiches, before heading to the library. The library had become their meeting place, as they couldn't go into one anothers common rooms and it was too cold and wet outside for them to meet there.

The week went past quickly, and it was getting nearer to the match, and Christmas for that matter. The day of the match was the 10th of December, and they broke up on the 14th. Sherlock, John and Harry were staying for Chistmas, but everyone else was going home. But, for the time being at least, most people were more focoused on the match.

The morning dawned, and John stepped into the changing rooms after everyone had wished him goodluck. He got changed quickly, nerves filling his insides like ice. The day was cold, but clear, which were about the best conditions the teams could've hoped for. He went up to his captain and team who were waiting to enter the pitch.

"You ok?" Marcus, a 3rd year asked him. John smiled.

"I'm ready" He replied. With that, they entered the stadium to the roars of the crowd.

A/N Yay! A whole chapter of Quidditch coming up (hopefully tomorrow, though I make no promises.) I really don't know who wins, so I'll just have to wait and see. Anyone got any ideas about the victims. *hint* look at their surnames! Anyway, thanks once again!

Till nex time

MH