Chapter 1: Clash of the Geniuses
John Smith's POV
I was an orphan, and had no memories whatsoever. I had just received my Hogwarts letter and was very shocked. Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes, the brothers I would be staying with until start of term, had come to take me school shopping with them.
Sherlock was my age. He was tall, had curly black hair and blue eyes. He glanced in my direction, looking at me from head to toe. He opened his mouth about to say something, when Mycroft cut in,
"Not now Sherlock. Come on let's go" He said.
Mycroft grabbed my trunk, and swiftly swept out the door. Sherlock glared daggers at me as I wondered what I did wrong.
As soon as we were safely in the ministry's car, Mycroft made my trunk disappear to somewhere. For the entire ride, Sherlock glared at me with his intense eyes. I was happy when the car stopped and I could get out of Sherlock's glare. I took in my surroundings, in front of a place called the "Leaky Cauldron." Time to get his school stuff, I thought.
Sherlock's POV
I disliked John Smith from the moment he met him; it was more like hatred. Anyone Mycroft went through so much trouble to get the Holmes manor ready for must be like him; an arrogant prat. But John was nothing like that; He was obviously a genius, good-looking and polite too. It was like Mycroft had picked the person who would most irk him. He was so many things I couldn't be. John was so strange I couldn't tell much just by looking at him, I hated him for that.
