Fanfic Sherlock/harry potter
Chapter One
Alex sat in the train compartment looking out of the window as the Scottish landscape rushed by. She caught a flicker of her reflection and sighed. She was very plain. She had mousy brown hair and dull green eyes. She lived in England until she was eleven, and then spent four years in France, but she couldn't speak French very well. She went to a school called Beauxbatons until it was too difficult and her parents allowed her to go to a school in Britain. As interesting as that sounded, she wasn't really anything interesting.
Oh, apart from the fact that she was a witch.
She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes.
She was muggle-born. Her parents didn't know if they should be proud or scared. Eventually they adjusted. Sort of.
And now she was on the train to Hogwarts.
She'd be starting as a fifth year. Which was scary because everyone would already know each other and be friends.
AND she'd have to be sorted with the first years. That was going to be embarrassing. She sighed in frustration. Why couldn't her parents let her go to Hogwarts in the first place? Both beauxbatons and Hogwarts were boarding schools, it wouldn't make a difference to them anyway. She may have been slightly closer to them but still wouldn't be able to see them.
"Stupid muggles," she muttered to herself, kicking the seat in front of her. She laughed to herself then stopped. She was sitting in the compartment alone; it would be weird to start laughing to herself.
Just then the door slid open and two boys walked in. The first one didn't even glance at her as he sat down as far away as possible from her. The other, slightly shorter one looked at her and smiled, before sitting opposite his friend.
The shorter boy had sandy coloured hair, a slightly button nose and brown eyes. He was looking at the ceiling, clearly thinking- or pretending to think- about something. The taller boy had dark brown curls, high cheekbones and bluey-green cat like eyes. He was staring at the shorter boy impassively. Alex started to feel uncomfortable at the strange silence. She took a mental deep breath and turned to them.
"Hey, I'm Alex. I'm new. Well I guess you'd know that already as you wouldn't recognize me. I went to beauxbatons before this. I struggled with the whole French thing. So finally I was allowed to move to Hogwarts. Oh I'm muggle-born as well..." Alex realised she was blabbering and she slowly trailed off in silence. The shorter boy was looking at her politely while the taller one was still staring at the other.
"I'm John, this is Sherlock," said the short boy. He held out his hand. Alex shook it which was weird for her, as she was used to cheek kissing rather than hand shaking.
There was a silence.
"Sherlock is muggle-born as well," said John.
Alex nodded. "What houses are you in?"
"I'm in Gryffindor, Sherlock is in Ravenclaw."
"And you're still friends?" she joked.
Sherlock's gaze flickered to Alex's for a second and he looked back at John, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. John looked at Sherlock for a minute and looked a little bemused.
"Oh wait, are you...? You're not...?"
Both Sherlock and John groaned in frustration.
"No, we're not. Why does everyone always think we are!" said John.
"Sorry, it's just you were-"
"Gryffindor and Ravenclaw get on fine. It's just Gryffindor and Slytherin who don't like each other," said John cutting across her.
Alex nodded blushing. She excused them of being gay together. She started to giggle. Oh no. She wouldn't be able to stop. She tried to but she couldn't.
"What is funny, John?" Sherlock spoke for the first time.
Alex immediately stopped laughing. She didn't expect him to sound like that. His voice was deep and almost velvety.
John shrugged his shoulders at Sherlock.
"I'm sorry, it's just typical of me to excuse the first two people I meet of being homosexual and making them hate me. It's not really funny."
"Don't be silly we don't hate you, do we Sherlock?"
Sherlock looked at Alex and stared for a few seconds before turning away again. Alex flinched a little.
"Oh don't worry about him, he doesn't like anyone."
Alex bit her lip. "He likes you, doesn't he?"
John laughed, "I don't even know."
There was a silence broken by a loud and angry meow. Both John and Alex turned to Sherlock. Sherlock looked back at them blankly.
"Was that you, Sherlock?" said John bewildered.
"Don't be silly John, it was Alexandra's pet cat that is sitting in the basket above your head."
Alex leapt up. "Oh! I forgot." She picked up the cat basket from the luggage rail and opened it next to her, pulling the cat onto her lap.
She frowned. "And it's Alex, not Alexandra."
"That's not what your mother calls you."
Alex looked open mouthed at Sherlock. She glanced at John who looked slightly annoyed.
"How did you know that?" she asked shocked.
"When you first introduced yourself you said 'Alex' forcefully so as to implant it into our memories, clearly annoyed at someone calling you a different name, most likely the real name. And what is Alex derived from? And looking at your suitcase I can see that it certainly is Alexandra due to the label printed on, most likely from your mother and I bet if I opened that and looked at your clothes there would be more labels sewn on from your mother. Am I right?"
Alex realised her mouth was hanging up and she shut it with a loud bang. She looked down at the cat on her lap and stroked it carelessly.
After a few moments she said through clenched teeth, "my name is not Alexandra."
Sherlock snorted and she glared at him.
"So, er, Alex, what is the cat's name?"
Alex looked at her ball of orange fluff. "He's called Darcy."
Sherlock snorted again. Alex fixed him a glare. "What?"
"Mr Darcy? Really? How imaginative."
Alex shook her head and leaned into her rucksack on the floor, pulling out a book. She angrily opened it and buried her face in it, fuming. He was so irritating.
"Oh it just gets better and better."
Alex slammed her book down with so much force, forgetting about Darcy crawled in her lap. He leapt up and jumped to the seat opposite, sitting himself down in an indignant manner.
"What? What have I done now?"
"Agatha Christie? Really. She didn't know anything."
"Sherlock," said John warningly.
"What? Her detectives were idiotic and her stories had loopholes."
"Oh just because you are so high and mighty with your special 'noticing abilities' and you're detecting and you're experiments," John snapped.
Alex looked at them curiously. They were really odd. Sherlock was the oddest.
Suddenly Sherlock stood up. "We better get into our uniforms."
Alex picked up her rucksack and made to leave.
"Where're you going?" asked John.
"Bathroom to get changed," Alex mumbled.
A few minutes later she returned to find the other two changed and Darcy sitting on Sherlock's lap, being stroked. She scowled at him for being traitorous and sat in the corner, picking up her book to read in peace.
