Hello! This is my first story on any site, so I am very excited! This was written for my friend because she loves both Harry Potter and Sherlock. They are in shorter sections than I usually write because the chapters had to fit on one piece of paper. Also this is all on my phone. Anyway, sorry to bore you. Please enjoy and review and/or follow! It gets as it goes along.
A Beginning
There were burning tents everywhere. People screamed, running chaotically, under the blood red sky. His sister was being held in the air by Death-Eaters. Fire was everywhere. A Death-Eater suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was a bright flash of light as his shoulder exploded.
John shot up. He'd had that dream again… Shaking his head, he looked over to see his little sister Harriet sitting next to his bed.
"'M alright, Harry. Really," John Watson said. The youngest Watson looked unconvinced.
"You didn't take your nightmare medicine," she replied.
"I must have forgotten."
"Johnny!"
"I'm sorry sis… It's just that…" John faded off, not really wanting to continue the sentence.
Harriet sighed and said, "It's alright, Johnny… Just remember to take it next time, okay?" She commanded. John nodded. Harriet patted him on the head and left.
It was John's first night back from St. Mungo's Hospital and he'd taken the slight freedom to avoid taking his dream potions. He didn't like how they effected his brain.
John wiped his face with his hands. He just wanted the pain to end. First his shoulder got messed up, then his leg stopped working, and lastly his nightmares practically kill him at night.
"Why me," he asked himself. One thing FINALLY happened to him and he almost died. John shook his head and smiled sadly,
"Nothing ever happens to me."