Sherlock's Adventures At Hogwarts
1. The Day Before
Sherlock could taste dirt in his mouth as he tumbled off his broom and fell to the ground. He spat and looked up at the sky watching the three boys fly off into the distance on their broomsticks. He groaned and sat up to make sure his broom wasn't damaged.
"Bloody hell! Are you alright?" Sherlock looked up to see his best friend, John Watson, jumping off his broom and coming to Sherlock's aid.
"Yeah, I'm fine. The others got me good. Did you see which one knocked me off? I'm gonna get that bastard and punch him in the nose." The other boys in which Sherlock was talking about were his other friends: James, Gregory, and Mycroft (though it would be a bit of a stretch calling Mycroft Sherlock's friend).
"I think it was James, he's never been one for fair play," replied John looking closely at Sherlock to make sure he wasn't hurt.
"I'm FINE John, lets go, I really need to win that race, I bet Mycroft a galleon that I would win and I cant afford to lose any more money, not with the first day of school coming up tomorrow." Sherlock jumped back on his lightning bolt and darted away. John mounted his broom and nervously sighed. WHY did Sherlock have to bring up tomorrow? He was already nervous enough about his first day without Sherlock being there to remind him.
Tomorrow would be the day he and his friends left for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It would be Sherlock, James, and his first year, and Mycroft and Gregory's fifth year. All three of the twelve-year-olds were extremely nervous about the sorting.
While John was thinking, or more accurately, worrying about tomorrow, Sherlock was gaining on his friends. He crashed into an unsuspecting James, making him tumble off his broom and fall onto Mycroft. Mycroft's broom immediately started to drop from the weight and spun around because of Mycroft trying to throw James off. In the confusion Gregory flew over to help his friends and Sherlock sped past him towards the finish line. He reached it in just a few seconds, cheering his triumph and shouting "You owe me one galleon!" to Mycroft.
All three of the losers scrambled to the finish line just as a smirking John came in second. The best friends high fived each other and watched James run and grab his broom from the ground, mount it and dart to the finish line in one swift movement. James was definitely going to be on the quidditch team for his house once he got to Hogwarts.
"Boys, its time to come in!" yelled Sherlock and Mycroft's mother.
"BYE!" the brothers shouted in unison, darting with their brooms towards their mother.
"Mycroft go with Sherlock to make sure he has everything he needs and check your own trunk too, young man," she told Mycroft lovingly. He nodded and grabbed Sherlock's wrist pulling him into the house and up to Sherlock's room.
Mycroft popped open Sherlock's trunk and began checking to make sure Sherlock had everything he needed for a year at Hogwarts while Sherlock stroked Eyepatch, his snowy owl. Mycroft wasn't quite sure why Sherlock had named his owl Eyepatch, it was a big and handsome white owl with streaks of grey running down his front and back, it didn't resemble an eye patch in the slightest. Mycroft's own pure white snowy owl, Winterwings, had been named by his mother because he was unable to come up with a creative and unique name.
"You've got everything you need." Mycroft got up to leave.
"Myc?"
"Yes Sherlock?"
"Does the sorting take long?" Mycroft smiled slightly.
"Its over before you know it."
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
"Thanks."
"Anytime, Sherlock, anytime." With that Mycroft left the room.