Chapter 1
Nessa: Okay. I'm gonna do it. I have like a billion fanfictions but I have never posted any, because I think that they are crap. I write really short chapters but hey, it's something. JOHN?! CAN YOU BE THE DISCLAIMER?!
John: Nessa Telemnar of Mirkwood Doesn't own Harry Potter or Sherlock.
Nessa: NOW ON TO THE STORY!
John's pov
"Run John!" I was four. Tears streamed down my eyes as I looked at my father. "Go son!" Just then a flash of green light hit my father. The same light that killed my mother only moments before. "Daddy!" I saw a pair of blood red eyes through the mist and I turned tail and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wasn't running to anywhere, I was just running. I tripped and skinned my knee but I got right back up and continued running. Then I stopped and curled up into a ball and cried. It started pouring rain and I just sat there.
"John Haymitch Watson! Get up right now!" I jolted up in my bed. "Sorry Mrs. Hudson." "That's okay dear. We just can't have you sleeping all day." I was eleven. I just turned eleven a few weeks ago. My parents never died by green lights, they died in a house fire. I was just having a nightmare again. That same nightmare I have every night. I lived in an orphanage. All the orphans go through the same routine every day. Wake up, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat. Well… For me it's more like Wake up, stare at a plate of food and poke it with a fork, work, stare at a plate of food and poke it with a fork, work, stare at a plate of food and poke it with a fork, sleep, repeat. I sighed and got up to begin this routine when a heard a large crash at the window.
