A/N: Well Potterlock has always been one of my favorite AUs so here we are :) this chapter is for canakiwi on Instagram because I asked who wanted some Potterlock and she was the first to say "YES PLEASE" oh btw just like my Destiel AU this is gonna shift between POVs just not quite in the same way
Chapter 1:
John's hands were sweating as he stood with the rest of the first years waiting to be sorted. He hadn't believed it when his letter came. He still didn't quite believe it even after a Ministry official came and explained everything. After the leap to Platform 9 3/4, the journey to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express, and the boat ride across the lake, John had finally accepted the truth. And now, he was panicking. John had overheard a few students discussing Houses and from what he had gathered, Gryffindor was for arrogant and reckless, Ravenclaw was for the geniuses, Slytherin was for the ambitious prats, and Hufflepuff was for the stupid. None of these options seemed particularly appealing to John, and students' opinions varied on which House was best, but there was one thing everyone agreed on; you don't want to be sorted into Hufflepuff. John knew with a certainty that's where he was headed. "Probably gonna get sorted into stupid Hufflepuff." He muttered under his breath. "Don't be stupid." Said someone briskly behind him. John turned. "You're a Gryffindor through and through, I see it clear as day." The dark-haired stranger continued. "Great, first day and everyone thinks I'm arrogant and reckless." John said. The kid chuckled. He was tall for an 11 year old. He had unruly dark hair and was extremely thin. He towered a good 5 inches over John. "I think you have been misinformed about the characteristics of each House." He said. "Allow me to clarify; Gryffindor is for the brave, chivalrous, and loyal. Ravenclaw is the for the intelligent, witty, and creative, that's where I'm headed. Hufflepuff is for the just, patient, and similar to Gryffindor in this aspect, loyal. Slytherin is for the ambitious, cunning, and self-preserving. It's my older brother's house." He sneered, as if the thought of his older brother disgusted him. Suddenly, Gryffindor didn't seem so bad to John. "Sorry," he asked "Who are you?" The stranger extended his hand. "Sherlock Holmes." John gripped his hand; it was ice cold. "John Watson." He replied. "Muggleborn, yes?" He asked. John suddenly felt defensive. "Yes." He said stiffly. "You?" Sherlock smirked. "Pureblood, obviously." Sherlock turned as a young girl wearing a ponytail started to ask him about the Sorting. John rolled his eyes. John wasn't quite sure how he felt about Sherlock yet. However, he would have to find out later, because the Sorting was beginning.