Chapter 3: New Friends, and Possible Enemies

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Albus headed back to the dormitory, Rose at his side.

"I wonder who that was hanging around Scorpio?" Rose asked dissmissively, meaning nothing of it. But it caused Albus and Fred to stop dead in their tracks. "Who?"

"Like I said, I don't know." Their friend shrugged, and suddenly another voice was heard behind them. If you wish to know, you need only ask."

[[At the beginning of the day]]

"Um... Could I possily... sit here?" A small voice asked, and Sherlock's head snapped away from his book and over to the door. There stood a boy with a crutch (rather odd for someone so young) and mousy brown hair, a baggy t-shirt, and jeans. He was holding a book in his hands. "Ah. Sure, John. I'm terribly bored anyway." Sherlock yawned, and John looked at him, confused. "How did you know my name?" John asked, and Sherlock nearly chuckled. Finally. He thought. A chance to show off a bit. "Oh, John, I know much more than that. I also know that you're muggleborn, your father is in the army, quite possibly away right now, and... hm, what else... ah! You have an older sister who's first name starts with an H."

John turned red. "Well, I guess I chose the wrong cabin then, I'll just be-" But something stopped him. Sherlock looked- disappointed? "I- uh... I guess I'll stay to find out how you know those things." The boy's soft heart gave in as Sherlock's eyes brightened. "Yes! Ok, John, sit down."

The first year went to sit down beside him, but Sherlock blocked the way. "Across from me, please. I do enjoy personal space."

Confused but intrigued, John sat down opposite of Sherlock. "So, you know so much about me... Tell me about yourself." John challenged, and Sherlock rolled his eyes and stuck out his hand. "Sherlock Holmes, at your service. Now. Onto how I knew." A bit annoyed, John listened.

"Let's start with your sister. Your book, on the cover, has the faint part of the letter H, written in pink pen. You've scratched it out in black though, and wrote J.W. That leads me to deduce that the book was handed down to you by your older sibling, sister by the looks of the handwriting, who was quite obviously a muggle, because if she had loved the book (and judging by the worn pages she did), then her initials wouldn't have been affected by a muggle pen. And the crutch. If you had wizarding parents, you would have had your left leg fixed already, but you haven't, so you obviously have muggle parents. As for your father, your trunk is obviously huge and made for a grown man, but you pass it off as yours. The flight tag, though, says 'Property of John Watson, Sr.' And since you don't have a brother, it's your father, therefore deducing that your name is John."

John's mouth was hanging wide open. "B-But how did you know that he was in the army?" The boy stuttered, clearly in shock.

Sherlock waved his hand dissmissively. "Oh, that's too obvious, you wouldn't want to hear about that."

But John was unnaturally aggressive about this. "How did you know?" He growled, and Sherlock simply smirked. "Ok then. On your trunk, on the tag, it also has the official army seal. That leads me to believe that he's in the army, and when I said that the look on your face was slightly wistful, which gave away the fact that his was probably away right now. Oh, how I enjoy ordinary people's emotions. They're dead giveaways."

John was slightly startled by his answer. "Oh... so you don't have emotions?"

"Not usually."

"And you're not ordinary?"

"After what just happened, do you think I'm very ordinary?"

Silence.

"Fine. You win. Would you like to play chess?"

Sherlock muttered something under his breath.

"What was that?" John asked, and Sherlock looked up at him. "I said, not when Moriarty's eavesdropping."

"Good job, Sherlock. Good. Job." A new, sneering voice rang out through the door to the platform. Moments later, it slid open and a boy about his age walked through the doors. "Hello, Mr. Watson. And Sherlock! Been showing off again, I presume?"

Sherlock said nothing, his face emotionless. Moriarty's face, however, was positively gleeful. "Oh, a muggleborn! How fun! I, for one-"

"Save it, Moriarty. I don't want to hear your insults." A new, feminine voice called out bravely from behind the boy. As Moriarty roled his eyes and left the cabin, in stepped a small girl with straight brown hair that reached almost to her waist. "Oh, hello, Sherlock." The girl blushed and waved, and Sherlock simply nodded his head towards her. "Molly."

"Thank you for warding off Moriarty for me." John thanked her for Sherlock, and Molly smiled broadly. "Not a problem! I'm muggleborn too, you see, and-"

"Oh, I see we'll be arriving soon." Sherlock muttered. And, moments after, the announcement was made that they should change into their robes.

"Wow." John muttered, but Moly just passed it by. "So, what house are you hoping to get? I'm hoping to get Gryffindor. They're always so brave!" The huge smile on her face was contagious. "I don't really know. Anything but Slytherin, I suppose."

Twenty minutes late they were waiting in line for the sorting hat. The song was rather interest, but hardly reassuring. Everyone in line except for Moriarty, Sherlock, and a kid with a rat-like face and sleek blonde-hair looked nervous.

Eventually, Sherlock's name was called.

"HOLMES, SHERLOCK!" Professor Mcgonnagal shouted, and he calmly walked up. As they placed the hat on his head, he grew rather bored, as it was debating between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. "Oh just put me in Ravenclaw and be done with it!" He ended up saying out loud. Moments later, the hat shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"

Next, wouldn't you know it, was a very nervous "Hooper, Molly."

It seemed she was muttering to herself the entire time. But, eventually, she was put in Gryffindor.

After a few more names, (Moriarty and the sleek blonde haired boy, apparently name Scorpio Malfoy, were almost immediately put in Slytherin) it was time for the one that even John had heard of: Albus Potter.

As the hat was slipped on his head, it covered his eyes, but Harry Potter's son pulled it up. Eventually, the hat decided on a fateful answer: "GGGRYFFINDOR!"

After that, not much happened. Until the lady got to the W's. "WATSON, JOHN!" She called, and John took a deep breath. "Here we go." He whispered, and bravely walked up to the hat. It was slipped upon his head, and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Hm. Nice, caring one. Only two friends so far... Hm... where to put you?"

John gulped, and after a few moments of silence, the hat cried out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

the boy was happy he was put in a house with Albus Potter himself, but was incredibly disappointed that he wasn't in the same house as Sherlok. He had finally become friends with someone...

"Hi!" Sherlock said, suddenly beside John. John jumped. "What? Shouldn't you-" Sherlock put a finger to his lips. "Shh. It's just a house, anyway."

They ate beside each other happily, Sherlock basically blending in with the rest of the Gryffindors. "But someone's bound to notice you!" John murmered, and Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm very good with disguises, so it won't matter."

Eventually, the Opening Feast came to an end. Headmaster Mcgonnagal stood up and gave a little speech, and eventually dissmissed them to bed.

As John was walking to the Gryffindor common room for the first time, Sherlock quickly caught up with him. "What? Yo-"

"Shhh!"Sherlock hissed, and he pointed ahead of them. There was Albus and two others he didn't know, a boy and a girl, both with flaming red hair. "Listen."

"I wonder who that was hanging around Scorpio?" The girl asked dissmissively, meaning nothing of it. But it caused Albus and the boy to stop dead in their tracks. "Who?"

"Like I said, I don't know." Their friend shrugged, and suddenly Sherlock spoke up. If you wish to know, you need only ask."

The girl spun around. "And who do you think you are, eavesdropping on people like that?" She asked defensively, putting her hands on her hips. Sherlock rolled his eyes and stuck out his hand. "Sherlock Holmes, pleasure. You?"

She looked dumbstruck. "Um. Rose Weasley. This is Fred Weasley, and you obviously know who he is." Sherlock nodded and continued. "Yes, pleasure, pleasure, the boy that... Scorpio, you say? Was conversing with was Jim Moriarty. Not a surprise, if you ask me."

Albus looked curious. "Hi. Albus Potter." He stuck out his hand slowly, and Sherlock shook it. "Aren't you in Ravenclaw?" Rose suddenly piped up, her eyes basically bulging. Sherlock nodded. "Quite. Now, I'm going to leave. You may converse with my... friend John here." At that, Johns friend slunk away, leaving everybody extremely confused.

"Well, he's an odd one, isn't he?" Fred asked, and John chuckled. "You don't know the half of it."