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John Watson at Hogwarts: Year Two
KimTomPW
Chapter 1 Mycroft and the Weasley
Sherlock Holmes was looking out his window. His hands placed under his chin. He had not even noticed his brother, Mycroft Holmes, had entered the room. It was not until an Irish Settler bolted into the room and jumped upon Sherlock that he came out of his trance.
"That's enough, Redbeard," Sherlock said with a laugh.
Mycroft cleared his throat. Sherlock finally took notice as Redbeard exited the room.
"Hurry along, Sherlock," Mycroft said.
Sherlock frowned as he pulled on a jacket.
"Must I go?" he asked.
"Mother insists. Now, come on," Mycroft replied.
Mycroft and Sherlock used the Floo Network to go the Ministry of Magic. After graduating, Mycroft had gotten an internship. Sherlock cursed under his breath. Why was he being made to go somewhere he did not want to be?
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes," a red-headed man greeted them.
"Mr. Weasley," Mycroft said, shaking the man's hand.
Sherlock gave Mr. Weasley a good look. So this was the father of Harry Potter's friend.
"Now, Mycroft. A very interesting Muggle artifact came into my office this morning," Mr. Weasley said.
Mycroft got a goofy look on his face as they followed Mr. Weasley into his office.
"Lead the way," he said.
Mycroft the object, which was a bright yellow toy duck.
"It seems to be made of rubber," he replied.
"A rubber duck," Mr. Weasley said.
"What do you think they use it for?" Mycroft asked.
"No idea," Mr. Weasley replied.
"It looks like something for a child," Sherlock said.
Mr. Weasley and Mycroft looked over at Sherlock, surprised.
"A very good deduction, Sherlock," Mr. Weasley said.
As they exited the room, they spotted the Minster for Magic and tall, pale man with a long blond ponytail.
"Perhaps the elf is just getting on in years," the minister said to the other.
"Lucius Malfoy," Mycroft whispered to Sherlock.
"It's possible," Lucius said.
The pair then spotted Mr. Weasley, Mycroft, and Sherlock.
"How are you, Arthur?" the minister asked Mr. Weasley.
"Very well, Minister," he replied, doing his best not to make eye contact with Lucius.
"And Mr. Holmes. What do you think of the ministry so far?" the minister asked Mycroft.
"It's amazing, sir,"," Mycroft replied.
"Excellent. I want to hear good things about you," the minister said.
With that, the pair left.
"What was Mr. Malfoy saying about an elf?" Sherlock asked.
"His house-elf has apparently been acting odd," Arthur explained.
"I wouldn't know. We don't have one," Sherlock said.
He then remembered reading about them. He had not thought they were anything special. Just a creature for lazy wizards to use to do the house work.
"Neither do we," Arthur told them.
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Mrs. Holmes was finishing up dinner when Mycroft got home. Their father was close behind them.
"Did you have a fun day?" Mrs. Holmes asked Sherlock.
"I suppose," he replied.
"Well, run along and get cleaned up for supper," Mrs. Holmes said.
As Sherlock washed his hands, he found himself thinking about John. The two had not had much communication during the summer.
"Mr. Weasley is very impressed with you, Mycroft," Mr. Holmes said.
Sherlock made sure no one saw him roll his eyes as he helped set the table.
"How wonderful. And I'm sure you're learning a lot, right, Sherlock?" Mrs. Holmes asked.
"Yes, a lot," he said.
Mrs. Holmes then handed Sherlock a letter as they all sat down.
"Oh, before I forget. Your school list came in today, Sherlock," she said. "We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow."
"All right," he replied.
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A girl a year younger than John ran up to him, face full of enthusiasm.
"John, tell me again," she said.
John Watson could not help but laugh. His sister had been just as excited as he was about starting Hogwarts, if not more.
"Harriet, you'll see when we get there," John said, still laughing.
He did not want to ruin the experience for her. Their mother then walked in the room.
"Remember now, darlings, we're going to Diagon Alley in the morning," she said.
John gave his letter from Hogwarts another look.
"One of our professors is obsessed with Gildory Lockhart," he said.
His mom gave a curious look and took the letter from him.
"They've assigned practically every book he's written," she said.
John did not say it out loud, but he wondered how many books on the list his mother had.
"Can I get an owl?" Harriet asked.
"That will be debated tomorrow. Now, it's time to eat," their mother said.
John wondered as he ate if he would run into Sherlock at Diagon Alley.
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And sure enough he did.
"Sherlock," John called out.
"Hello, John," he said.
"Where are you off to?" he asked.
"To Flourish and Blotts to get my books," Sherlock replied.
"Me, too. My mum's with my sister getting her robes," John said.
"I didn't know you had a sister," Sherlock replied.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were standing outside the bookshop when they got there.
"Everything all right?" John asked.
"Not really," Harry said.
"We just had a run in with Malfoy and his father," Ron replied.
His face was as red as his hair. Hermione, looking a little embarrassed, kept her eyes on the ground.
"He's an interesting bloke, isn't he?" Sherlock asked.
Harry's eyes met Sherlock's.
"I don't believe we've met," he said. "I'm…"
"Harry Potter. Yes, I know," Sherlock replied as he made his way into the shop.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked.
"Who knows with Sherlock. Well, I guess I'll see you on the train," John said.
As it turned out, Gildory Lockhart had been there signing copies of his books. By the looks of the place, there also seemed to be some sort of row. Sherlock had appeared to disappear because John could not find him in the shop.
