So, after realizing that I had a story already started in a notebook, I decided to put this…thing onto the wonderful World Wide Web. Yeah, let me introduce the first ever story that has included nearly all of my fandoms: Merlin, Supernatural, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, and Sherlock. This started off of another story that I have currently forgotten the name of, but if it sounds vaguely familiar it's because I might have stolen one or two things from the author. Also, all of the characters will be introduced gradually throughout each chapter, so patience is required. Now, without further ado, possibly the worst story I've ever written!

John Smith was a very unusual boy, to say in the least.

A tall, skinny boy, he was very quiet and withdrawn. No one at the orphanage wanted to be his friend, for how odd he was. In fact, no one ever paid attention to him, aside from the occasional taunt or insult.

So it was very surprising when, one day at breakfast, the boy who fetched the mail every day dropped an envelope at John's place at the table. John looked up from his book in confusion.

"For me?" he asked, a bit of disbelief apparent in his tone. "It has your name on it, dimwit," one of the less-than-pleasant boys, named Toby, pointed out. John ignored this jibe and instead focused his attention on the letter.

The envelope was made of heavy parchment. Written in dark green ink near the center of the envelope was the mailing address: John Smith, the smallest cot in the Bedroom Upstairs, Stonewall Orphanage, London, England.

John almost dropped the letter into his bowl of oatmeal in shock. How could the person who sent this letter know where he slept? This was most likely a practical joke by one of the meaner boys—probably Toby. John looked at the return address. It read, 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' in loopy cursive writing, the same writing the mailing address had. John frowned. Toby and his gang weren't creative enough to come up with a prank such as this, nor did they have the patience. Also, all of them had horrid handwriting. But if it wasn't a practical joke done by them, then who did it?

All of a sudden, a thought wormed its way into his mind. Maybe it's real, it whispered. That made John pause for a split second, but he quickly shot the idea down. John was a highly scientific person, and to consider such an idea was treason to his own brain.

John turned the envelope over in his hand, and stared at the old-fashioned seal over the opening. It depicted a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake on a shield—a sort of coat of arms, he figured. Who would be so thorough with a prank?

He stood up and left the table abruptly, not even clearing away his almost untouched oatmeal. John had decided to open it in the library, so if there was some sort of letter bomb inside he wouldn't be teased. (He had already checked for the signs of a letter bomb, but you could never be too careful.)

Easing into one of the armchairs that sat in the library, he looked critically at the piece of mail. Should he open it? Would he? John suddenly felt the urge to pace, but quickly squashed it. Then, taking a deep breath, he ripped open the envelope.

Out fell two pieces of parchment. One was a funny list, the sort you might expect in a Halloween party, and the other was a letter addressed to him. Thankful that he hadn't been squirted with odorous blue ink, he set the list on the wooden coffee table that sat before him, and grabbed the letter. It read:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Smith,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

John stared dumbly at the letter. Picking up the list gingerly, he stared at the amount of stuff he was supposed to get. Where am I supposed to get a wand? He thought. Then he laughed at himself. Believing it now, are you? It can't be real. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was real. It might have to do with my past, he mused.

All of a sudden, his mind, which was racing with thoughts, screeched to a halt. John always stayed away from the topic of his amnesia, even in his own mind.

You see, John hadn't been at the orphanage his whole life. In fact, he'd only been there one year. The problem was he couldn't remember the other ten. He'd woken up in a hospital bed, and they'd told him they'd found him under a pile of smoking rubble. Oddly enough, he was the only one found, and no one seemed to know why the debris had been there. And since no one tried to claim him, he was sent to the orphanage.

John shook his head, snapping out of the trance. Then, without thinking, he reached for a pad of paper and a pencil, and began writing back to Hogwarts.

So this was semi-based off of 'Of Timelords, Detectives, And Philosopher's Stones', but it'll gradually take its own shape as I go along. I am NOT trying to plagiarize, it was written for my own enjoyment and I just decided to put it online. Review, pleasey-weasey?

~Don'tEvenBlink