Hey! This is my first story so sorry if I mess up or anything. Also I'm not British so feel free to correct me on my British vocabulary! This is a Johnlock Teen!lock fic where John, Greg, Molly, Anderson, and Sally will be 17, Sherlock 16, and Mycroft and Moriarty 18. Also, i've added an 8th year to the Hogwarts just so I could fit in Mycroft and Moriarty without the rest of them being too young, hope that doesn't annoy anyone too much. This chapter is just going to be John's first day at Hogwarts, not really anything important in this chapter as Sherlock will deduce everything later, so if you find this stuff boring, I'll be uploading chapter 2 in a minute and you can just skip over this :3 So without further ado, the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. not even a god damned sandwich. I nicked that from my dad.

-J-

The last few days had been mostly blurred to John Watson. He always dreamed about finally stepping onto the train, ready to start living his life as a wizard, just as his sister Harriet had done. But when he, along with Harry and their mother ran through the gates leading to platform 9 ¾. He suddenly felt extremely sick.

"Quit your whining and get on the train John." Harry jeered rolling her eyes.

"My baby! Off to Hogwarts!" His mother wailed."You be good you hear me! None of that non sense that you pulled in elementary school." John mentally rolled his eyes at his mother. Of course he would behave! He really didn't want to be expelled from a magic school. John pushed the thought from his head. He wasn't going to get expelled. He was suddenly pulled back into reality just to find Harry tugging him in the direction of the train.

"Right, well we've got to go mum. Try not to miss us too much, get a dog or something will you? The house is much too quiet, even with John around." Harry sassed before stepping into the compartment of the train.

"Make sure you write to me, the both of you! John I want to know all about your first day." Their mother said rolling her eyes at Harry's comment.

"Yes of course mum, stop worrying!" John said quickly, sensing Harry had no more patience for their mother. John waved goodbye to his mother and spun around to face Harry.

"Thanks." Harry whispered to John and he didn't even have to ask what she meant. Harry and his mother had been fighting a lot recently and neither of them really wanted to start anything in public."Well the first years sit down on the left side of the train past the Hufflepuff's. Do you want me to come sit with you or anything?" Harry offered looking down at John. You see, despite the sibling rivalry façade they kept up in front of most people, including their mother, Harry and John had a very strong bond that formed around the time their father had left them.

"No I think I'll manage." John said to his sister.

Harry looked down at her little brother. "You're sure?" She asked.

"Yes I'll be fine Harry, now go find your friends." John laughed at his sister, being unusually protective.

"Okay, but if you need anything come get me, I'll be in the Gryffindor compartment." She said speaking with an aura of proudness that often came when she spoke of her house. With that being said, the fifth year girl spun and eagerly started towards the Gryffindor compartment.

John slowly started towards where Harry had pointed him, he assumed he had reached the Hufflepuff compartments when he saw the students in the compartment wearing yellow ties. It seemed to John that there was one compartment for second to fifth years, and another one for sixth to eighth years. John walked through the sixth to eight year compartment nervously and finally came to the compartment where he assumed the first years sat, seeing as none of them had coloured ties and the compartment had all four house colours scattered around it, John looked around and saw yellow curtains, blue carpet, red bench cushion's and green luggage compartments. He walked around looking for an empty compartment to sit in, which really wasn't hard to find seeing that he and Harry had arrived early. John had slipped into an empty compartment and had been sitting for about 5 minutes before he heard a soft knock on the glass window. John looked up into the bright brown eyes of a girl his age.

"Mind if I sit here?" The girl asked nervously.

"Sure, I have been a bit lonely in here." John replied with a laugh, hoping to ease the girl's nerves.

"I'm Molly, Molly Hooper." She said extending her hand as she sat.

"John Watson." He replied shaking her hand with a smile. "Have you got an owl?" Molly asked suddenly.

"Yeah my mum insisted that I got one so I'll be able to write. His name is Muggles." John said with a smile. "Muggles?" Molly laughed. "Yeah, since I grew up knowing nothing about wizards until my sister got accepted, I thought I should name him about something important and that deemed good enough for me." John explained.

"Oh wow." Molly said looking to the floor. "That makes my owl fluffy seem so simple." She said laughing.

"Well at least it describes him." John said joining in the laughter.

"But it doesn't. He is the complete opposite of fluffy." Molly said mocking sadness. Which in turn just made John laugh harder.

"Oi! Will you lot keep it down? I'm trying to have a bloody conversation here. Wait, my god… John Watson!"

The mention of his name made John stop his laughter and look up.

"Greg!" John exclaimed jumping up.

"Why didn't ya tell me you were a wizard?" Gregory Lestrade said staring down at him. John was quite short for his age after all. "Wait, stupid question." Greg said, obviously re-evaluating his life choices. John laughed.

"Greg this is Molly Hooper, Molly this is Greg Lestrade." John said turning to Molly.

"Hi." Molly said with a wave.

"Hey." Greg said sitting down. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. John looked up to see a dark skinned girl with curly back hair standing by a boy with long(ish) black hair.

"Mind if we sit here? Everywhere else is full." The girl asked.

"No come on in." John said with a welcoming smile.

"Sally Donovan." The girl said sitting down.

"Anderson." The boy said sitting in the corner of the compartment.

"Just Anderson? No first name?" Molly asked.

"Well-" he started but was cut off by Sally.

"It's Phillip." She said with a snicker. Phillip sighed obviously knowing full well if he started an argument he would lose.

"Just do me a favour and call me Anderson. If any of you say anything about my first name I will bat bogey hex you all the way to America." Anderson said glaring at Sally.

"Oh I'd like to see you try." Sally taunted. John sighed happily, this was definitely going to be interesting.

John wanted to say he remembered all of what happened a few hours ago, but he couldn't really retain anything. He didn't pay attention to the sorting ceremony at all he just remembered the houses of the people he now called his friends. Greg, Gryffindor. Molly, Hufflepuff. Anderson, Gryffindor. Sally, Slytherin. John, Gryffindor. John was quite shocked when he heard the name of his house ring out and tried to protest but was quickly ushered to his seat where Harry happily congratulated him. John was the very last name to be called so the moment he sat down, Head master McGonagall said a few words regarding the rules, wished the students and faculty members a good school year and piles of food appeared on the table in front of him.

The room John had been assigned to consist of: Anderson, Greg, and one Mike Stamford. John hoped they would all be friends, or at least get along okay. John yawned and looked over at his robes smiling, tomorrow would be a good day he thought to himself as he pulled out some parchment, a quill and some ink to write his mother.