Of Singing, Love, Mystery and Magic

A fanfiction for anerninappeared (because she won my giveaway)(and is awesome) that includes Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who, StarKid, and The Fantastic Foursome. Fuck the introduction, I'm just going to write. When they start out, Chris is 15, Dan and Phil are 13, John is 12 and Sherlock is 11, about to turn 12.

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CHAPTER ONE: THE OWLS ARRIVE

Dan was at Phil's place, as usual. The two sat on Phil's sofa and eagerly played a game of Sonic The Hedgehog (Dan was winning).

After Dan beat Phil for the fifth time, Phil sat back in his side of the sofa with a huff. "I hate this game." He stated.

Dan laughed and sat back as well, leaning his head on Phil's shoulder, "No you don't, you just hate that I beat you every time!"

Phil tried to pout but it didn't work and he laughed too, "So!" He reached to the coffee table and took a cookie off the plate that his mom had set down. He leaned back again and slowly ate it.

"So I take it you don't want to play anymore." Dan goaded.

Phil shoved the rest of the cookie in his mouth, "Oh, you're SO on." Just then an owl flew through the open window, with another one closely trailing it. Phil let out a shout and Dan jumped off the couch and hid behind it.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!" Dan shrieked, peering over the edge of the couch. Phil looked at the pair of owls, both black, but one had slightly browner feathers than the other, almost like the difference between Phil and Dan's hair.

"They're owls," Phil mused. He took the letters out of their beaks while Dan slowly came out from behind the couch. The owls flew away, back out the window like they came. Dan scrutinized them while Phil looked at the letters.

One was addressed to him and the other was to Dan. What was odd was that under Dan's name on his letter was that it said "Phil's House". On Phil's it said "The Game Room" and then his address. Phil knitted his eyebrows and handed Dan his letter. Dan ripped his open and sat back down on the sofa.

"Hogwarts?" He asked, "The fuck is that?"

Phil had opened his own letter, "Apparently it's a school of witchcraft and wizardry." Phil read his letter. It told him that he was a wizard and that on September first he needed to report to platform 9 3/4 at the London train station. Dan read the same thing. They turned to each other.

"Do you thin-" Phil began.

"Hell yes." Dan said, answering his question. Phil still looked unsure so Dan continued, "Remember last year when those dicks were picking on us for being together?"

Phil smiled, his face going slightly red, "Yea, and somehow we could get into that one janitor's closet that is always locked and they didn't even know where we went."

Dan laughed fondly. "And that one time when any kid who could climb the rope and ring the bell got taken to lunch and you did and no one else could and all the jocks were so dumbfounded!"

Phil smiled even wider, "Literally! That was awesome!"

They became serious again as they thought about this, "How are we going to convince our parents to let us go to this place?" Dan frowned as he asked.

Phil thought for a second, "Remember your aunt and uncle?"

Dan's eyes brightened. "Yea! They were totally freaky! I never really got to know much about them because Dad and him's got a feud. I bet they were probably wizards too!"

Phil nodded, "Yea! And my grandma! Remember, before she died! She would always do magic tricks for us! She never told how she did 'em and some of them were seriously impossible."

Dan and Phil smiled simultaneously. They knew they were going to Hogwarts.

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Chris was in an argument with his mum. He really was right this time! She shouldn't be a drunk and that is why dad left her. She screamed at him to never mention that again. She threw an empty bottle at him but it never hit him, even though it flew straight to his head. Chris ignored it, it wasn't an unusual thing. He yelled at her again and ran to his room, slamming the door and locking it.

There was an owl on his bed. He stared at it, too angry to register what was happening. He slowly sat next to it. He stroked its white feathers; it calmed him.

"Hullo there. How'd you get in here?" he looked to the window for an answer, "Ahh." he smiled at it, "What've you got? A letter for me?" he gently took it from its beak. It stretched its wings and flew back out of the window. Chris looked after it with wonder. He looked back down to the letter in his hands. It was addressed to him. Though it wasn't marked with his address so much as it was with "The Attic" and then his address Chris wondered at how these people knew he lived in the attic. He opened his letter and read it.

After reading it he didn't care if it was real or not, it would be his excuse to leave. And leave he did, without a word. He figured his mother wither wouldn't care or she wouldn't notice.

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John was having an enjoyable dinner with his family. There was discussion of what happened during the day and of what would happen tomorrow and much talk of 'When will John receive his owl?'.

John grew up in a wizarding family. His dad worked for the Ministry of Magic, his sister went to Hogwarts and his mother always cleaned around the house with the aid of magic.

John didn't figure himself magical. He didn't really think that his owl would ever come; it was already a year late.

But finally, finally, during dinner on that night come it did. Everyone heard the hoot outside the window and his sister ran to get it. She physically brought the upset looking owl inside and John stood up to get it. He took the letter from its beak and his sister let it go. It flew away back out the window.

John looked at his letter in wonder. It really was his invitation to Hogwarts! He opened it and read it out to his eager family. On September first, he was off to school.

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Mycroft was looking for him, Sherlock knew. From where he sat in the tree he could hear his elder brother calling for him. Sherlock smiled to himself; if the situations were reversed, Sherlock would have been able to find Mycroft in minutes time.

Sherlock leaned back in the tree against the sturdy truck. He heard Mycroft right below his own tree and looked down to him.

"Sherlock! Blast it! Where are you?! Your owl's arrived!" Mycroft yelled into the woods.

Sherlock was intrigued. He situated himself so that he was hanging from the tree and then he let go, falling in front of his brother. "My owl?" he questioned and then took the letter from the teenager in front of him.

Mycroft had jumped when Sherlock first fell but then he quickly regained composure, "Yes! Your Hogwarts owl, idiot." Sherlock examined the letter.

"So. I'm a wizard." Sherlock stated. He looked up at his brother, "Cool."

- A/N thank you for reading! This is a To Be Continued, I'm too fascinated by this to make it a one-shot! Thanks goes out to anerinappeared for winning! You should all follow her on Twitter! There is more to come! Soon as I get the next chapter up I'll post it! Love you! Oh, and don't worry about Doctor Who, Pj and the StarKids, you'll see what I do with them. -