Okay guys... umm.. I am very sorry that I didn't update last week but don't worry during winter break I will make it up to you! Also, I forgot to mention that this Sherlock Holmes will be based on the character from the movie version. Also, the story will get better but not just yet.. I have all these great ideas but its not the right time to do it.
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I know I said that the characters are like eleven but I am just going to let them be a little older... I am not sure how much though...Well, time we'll tell! :) But it doesn't mean that the rating will be changed!
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Percy Jackson:
Even with my sword Riptide, in pen form in my pocket, I was still very nervous about going. But then at the same time I was pretty excited, my mom told me a lot of impossible and fantastic things about this school and I am pretty curious about what kind of school, Hogwarts, is going to be. After the bizarre moment when I had to walk through a wall to Platform 3/4 where I will be taking the Hogwarts express, I took my suitcase and Athena, my brown owl, that I got from Diagon Alley last week ( It was the most amazing place!) and said good bye to my mom and stepped into the train. My first reaction to the train was to stare. The train was bigger than it looked on the outside and there were rows and rows of compartments and far as I could see, I felt very tiny at that moment.
I must have been pretty late because the ushers were closing the doors and every compartments were jammed with kids. I breathed in and out to calm myself and started looking for a place to sit. But with my bad luck, the several compartments I had searched were all full. It was when I started cursing at myself was when I found a partly full compartment that I could easily fit in. I looked in and saw a boy about my age with black hair and a suit. I was half freaked out by the boy's appearance but I opened the door of the compartment, happy that I had found a seat.
" Go find another seat, I rather have you not sitting here." An Ireland accented voice spoke. I looked and saw that the boy in the suit had said this without taking his eyes off his book.
" But, there is no other empty compartments." I indignantly said, but still shocked by the cruelty in his voice.
" Well, that is too bad for you isn't it?" the boy smiled humorlessly.
This kid was clearly a jerk but I had a lot of experiences with bullies but this one was very different, my instinct was telling me I was in danger and the kid gave off this dark vibe off him that I usually only get when I am fighting a monster. But I have always taken my problems head on and there was no way that I would take a step off this compartment. I stubbornly made my way in the room and sat across from the other boy. The boy just raised an eyebrow but just went back to reading. Then, as I was taking in my surroundings, I noticed that a bundle of raggedy old coats on the right side of where I was sitting. It was a bit strange since the kid across from me obviously didn't own any cheap or old stuff. I dismissed the coats from the mind so I could look at the boy in front of me. I was very determined to make at least one friend before I got to hogwarts and I took this chance. I tried making conversation.
" My name is Percy Jackson. What's your name?"
Clearly annoyed being interrupted from his book he looked up to give me a quick death glare and went back to reading. It was clear that he didn't want to make any friends or likes me enough to even talk to me so I just became silent. And that was the beginning of a very long silent trip to Hogwarts. I was pretty depressed that I got to be the only kid stuck with this sociopath but everything happens for a reason. Right?
It was about half way to the trip to hogwarts when I heard a shriek pierce the thin air and the bright light that had been lit throughout the whole trip went out from all the parts of the train. There was complete silence. It was like all the cheerful and warm energy from the train had just been drained in merely seconds. The pale faced boy looked up with a blank look on his face and this silence lasted for about a minute when we started hearing foot steps. It was as if the whole train suddenly became a haunted house, my heart was beating fast and my first reaction was to grab Riptide in my pocket. The hard, firm footstep came closer and closer until it stopped, in the front of our compartment door. We could see the dark figure of a man on the door's window, I saw the boy in the suit reaching for something in his pocket. But it was too late, the man at the door burst in with a loud thud.
" Petrificus Totalus!" the dark figure screamed.
Then suddenly, the boy in the suit, his reaction too slow in reaching for his wand went with a thud on the hard floor of the room. I was freaked out and when I pulled Riptide into sword form and tried lunging at his legs to trip him, it was too late.
"Expelliarmus!" the stranger shouted again and Riptide was flung across the room. I was defenseless; I can't use my wand because I don't know any spells. I knew I should have learned at least one but I have ADHD and those textbooks mom bought me really didn't help. The stranger was pointing his wand at me threateningly, ready to strike at any moment. The stranger looked down at the boy in the suit.
" Mr. Artemis Fowl, your father had specifically said not to harm you but I had no choice, you had Percy Jackson here that could start up trouble." A soft spoken voice came from the dark figure.
" I would really advice you Mr. Jackson not to interfere with this business, we wouldn't want to have troubles with the Greek Gods."
My eyes widened. " There is no such thing as Greek Gods." I lied.
" Do not be in denial, we know all about it, now to get this business done, I will have to obliviate you and maybe torture you just a bit to get through to your little mind that we are not the ones to be messed with." The stranger said gleefully.
The dark figure moved closer to me with his wand.
" Cru-" As I was preparing for the worst, a gun shot was blasted from the room. I looked down thinking that the boy in the suit had somehow had done this but he was exactly like he had been a moment ago, still and unmoving. The bullet from the gun had pierced the dark figure's right shoulder where he was carrying his wand, making him drop it. The stranger was screaming uncontrollably, clearly not been shot before and have felt the pain. I looked around and I saw it, the pile of old and dusty coats on the other side of where I was sitting had a hand and a gun peeping through them. The raggedy clothes moved and appeared a small figure. I could just make out his figure enough to say that he had a hat covering his eyes and a coat that reached an inch from the floor. I was too distracted by the sudden appearance that I didn't notice the man was reaching his left hand toward the wand but the sudden figure noticed it. He held up the gun, maybe a revolver, and ruthlessly made a clear shot to his left shoulder. The stranger made another strangled scream and dropped to the floor, fainting. I stared at the dark figure in disbelief and confusion and then stared at the boy that had just shot the man, with equal emotion.
" Don't worry mate, I might have just shot where his focal points are, he will be up in a day or so." The boy said in a British accent.
I gawked at him and the boy just answered with a yawn and a stretch from his sleep.
" I believe this is when you say thank you." The boy said with a maniac smile on his face.
I wonder who that is ;)
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