Hi! It's PsionicArsonist here. I want to clarify a few things before you start reading.

This is my first fanfiction, and my first crossover. I hope my you'll like what I wrote!

While this fanfic is set at Hogwarts, there will be no involvement from the original characters (I will make allusions to them on occasion, so keep an eye out). The events that occurred in the HP books have no direct effect to this story arc (although, as with the characters, I will make references). I am going to try to keep the story as canon as possible, but every now and then I'll throw in one of my own headcanons in. I'm sorry if this annoys you. This is my first fanfiction, and my first crossover. I hope you'll like what I wrote.

I'll stop babbling on now and let you read the story. Enjoy!

Chapter One:

Accepted

With some trepidation, John Hamish Watson walked to King's Cross Station.

It was just a few short weeks ago that John had received a letter on his birthday, stating that he had been accepted into The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When he had first read the letter, he thought it was complete hogwash. He dismissed it as a joke. Then, almost instantaneously after he read his letter, he heard a knock on his front door.

When his mother opened the door, a very odd looking man was standing there. He was dressed in a bright gold robe, with a hat to match. He said he was there on account of John's schooling. His mother was very confused, as she had enrolled him at Eton for the fall. The man introduced himself as Professor Spearen.

He explained that John was a wizard, and that Hogwarts had accepted because his father had enrolled him shortly after John was born. John's mother was in shock.

"That's not possible! For starters, Henry died from cancer a week after John was born. Secondly, magic isn't real! Wizards are make believe, fairy tales!" She was adamant.

Professor Spearen patiently waited for Mrs. Watson to finish her tirade, as if he'd gone through this before. "Haven't you ever wondered why strange things happen around John? Like how he was able to walk home safely from preschool back here because he missed you, or how he can sometimes make objects levitate? It's because his father was a wizard. And I am so sorry to tell you this, but Henry didn't die from cancer. He died from dragon pox." Mrs. Watson gaped in disbelief. John got up from his hiding place behind the sofa. "Mother, I think I believe the professor. Weird things are always happening to me. What other explanation is there except that I'm a wizard?"

Professor Spearen looked down kindly at John. He bent down so that he could be at John's eye level. "Now, John, I don't suppose you still have your letter?" John pulled the slightly crumpled envelope from his jumper pocket. The professor gestured that he should read it aloud.

With a quick look at his mother, John began:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmistress: Milotia Cornell

Dear Mr. Watson, 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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Sincerely, Professor Spintra

Deputy Headmaster

John looked wonderingly at Professor Spearen. What do they mean 'they await my owl'?" The professor smiled. "Don't you worry, dear boy. I merely need your mother's permission." He turned to Mrs. Watson. " So, do you believe now that your boy is a wizard?"

She looked slightly faint. She looked down at John, meeting his pleading eyes. She gave a small nod. Spearen clapped his hands together. "Ah, excellent! Now," he turned to John once more "will you please pull out the second letter enclosed?" John quickly checked the envelope again. There was indeed a second letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

Magical Fungi and Fauna by Neville Longbottom

Stopper Death and Bottle Glory by Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

A Guide to The Real Defensive Arts by Harry Potter

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2, thickness certified by Percy Ignatius Weasley)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Marcus Litun

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Again, John turned to Spearen in confusion. Where was he supposed to find these things? Half of them sounded far-fetched even by wizard standards. What kind of a name was Longbottom anyhow? And then there was the problem of payment. His mother was an only parent after all.

The professor's eyes twinkled. "Don't fret my dear boy. All in due time. That is, as long as your mother is strong enough to accompany us." John whirled around. His mother had indeed fainted! He rushed to her side and began fanning her. The professor also walked over to Mrs. Watson. "No need for that, John. Now watch," Spearen put his hand inside his robe, pulling out a wooden stick, about ten inches long. John watched in awe as Spearen pointed his wand at Mrs. Watson's chest, while murmuring "Rennervate!"

John's mother opened her eyes. She looked slightly startled to have the professor standing over her, holding a stick in face. John couldn't help but laugh. She looked indignant. "What are you laughing at, then?" This only made John laugh harder, until his mother also began to laugh. She pulled him close to her. "My boy, my special wizard boy," she whispered into his ear.

Professor Spearen cleared his throat. "Now, madam, would you please accompany us to fetch your son's school supplies?" Mrs. Watson took the supply list from John's hand. Her eyes widened. "Where am I supposed to get these things from," she asked, voicing John's thoughts from before, "and how am I supposed to pay for the lot of it? I don't suppose to wizards take pounds, do they?"

Spearen merely gestured at the door. "To answer your first question, we are going to Diagon Alley to procure John's supplies. To answer your second, well now, you don't think your husband left this world without making sure his family was secure first, do you?"

John and his mother looked at each other in puzzlement. "What?" they asked in unison.

The professor grinned. "Why don't I just show you?"

Hi! It's me again. If you're here, that can only mean two things: you read the first chapter, or you scrolled down so you could see how long it was.

If you are the first type, then thank you for reading! If you would like, please leave a rate and/or a review and/or a private message. It'll help me decide if I'll keep writing the story.

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I'll stop babbling now (I hope that doesn't turn into a thing), and let you delve back into the wonderful world of fanfiction. Bye!

-PsionicArsonist