I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW OUT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT! Sorry for outburst, I just watched season three episode three.)

Alright, so. Just a head's up, my reasoning of putting Lestrade in Slytherin, as Sherlock, it's more of an anti-stereotype thing. Just because I thought it would be awesome to put the two good guys in the typically "evil" house. I really do think Lestrade is an ambitious person. I would have put Mycroft in Slytherin, but once I thought about it, why not have him be a Ravenclaw? After thinking on how to patch up the plot holes that might create, I figured Mycroft would have chose Ravenclaw over Slytherin due to the bad rap they get. Really, who would trust someone to be in power even somewhat similar to the man who almost successfully introduced anarchy to the wizarding world?

Sorry about the long AN, I'll get on with the story. I own nothing, unless of course, I own it.

-Ted

It was during some of the ungodly hours of the morning, just before the sun showed it's face, when Lestrade woke up. He really wasn't expecting anyone else to be up, so when he entered the common room, the Head Boy was surprised to see that Sherlock was still sitting in the same chair he was in last night, his head resting on his hands. He probably hadn't moved from that spot.

Lestrade sighed and said, "Hey, kid? Did you sleep at all?"

Sherlock looked over at Lestrade with narrow eyes. He quickly replied, "No of course not. And don't call me kid. My name's Sherlock."

Lestrade glared and said, "Really? First you didn't eat, now you aren't sleeping? That's not good, Sherlock."

Sherlock rolled his eyes in annoyance before replying, "Doesn't matter. My body is simply transport for the important stuff." The first year tapped his head, attempting to indicate to the head boy that he considered mind over matter.

With a tired sigh, Lestrade commented, "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you when you crash from exhaustion."

Holmes retaliated dryly, "Whatever." The first year stood up and began to swagger out of the common room, but turned back and commented, "She's cheating on you." He continued into the dungeons, leaving Greg Lestrade wondering if the younger Holmes brother would get even odder in the course of the year.

Potions was first. Potions with Gryffindor.

Sherlock came by early, standing near the classroom door. His eyes darted to each of the other first years who arrived later, both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins. He quickly noticed the obvious tension between the two Houses, even with the Firsts. The taller-than-average boy was looking for the three Gryffindors he had became acquainted to. He wouldn't go as far to call them friends, but it might have been nice to talk to them again.

Before he could pick out three solitary faces in a crowd of kids, the door to the potions classroom was opened. Sherlock followed the stream of wizards as the sort of short, slightly fat potions professor was flooded. The students all took a seat, with the Gryffindors all sitting in groups and the Slytherins also grouping together. With a sigh, Sherlock slipped into the back of the room.

He only half listened as the professor announced, "I am Professor Slughorn, your potions professor. In this class, we will hardly ever use wands, so don't bother taking them out. Potions are a completely different type of magic, a most precise kind, so we will not be making anything too complicated. Now, let's just see what you all know." The professor looked around the class and asked, "What part of the Wolfsbane plant is poisonous?" Only one person raised their hand, and Sherlock saw it was Rose. He also noticed she was sitting with John and Albus.

Professor Slughorn nodded and said, "And your name is?"

Rose lowered her hand quickly and said, "Rose Weasley, sir, and the leaves are poisonous." Of course, Sherlock knew that, but really did not wish to draw attention to himself.

Slughorn nodded again and said cheerily, "Correct! Five points to Gryffindor. Now, who can tell me a use for Star Grass?" Rose's hand shot up again, and Slughorn acknowledged her with a quick, "Yes, Weasley?"

She said immediately, "Star Grass is used as a healing balm, in order to sooth or heal wounds."

With another grin, Slughorn said, "Once again, correct! Another five points to Gryffindor. Now for a hard question. What are three uses for unicorn horns?"

This time, not even Rose raised their hand. After waiting for what felt like ages, Sherlock blurted, "Oh, for God's sake. It can be used to dissolve poisons, can wake up someone from a magic-induced sleep, and is often used as a core in wands. Seriously, it's obvious."

Slughorn's eyes widened in surprise, but quickly recovered and exclaimed, "Twenty points for Slytherin!" When Sherlock glanced around, he noticed that both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins were glaring at him. He quickly reached the realization that although they must be glad he just earned them twenty points, but he had basically called them all idiots, so it made sense. The rest of the class went by horribly slow, considering it was more the theory of policymaking than actually making a potion, and a lot more tedious questions. Sherlock only really answered the ones no one else bothered thinking about, each time getting more points for (and more glares from) Slytherin.

Truthfully, Sherlock had not enjoyed Potions class as much as he thought he would. Really, he was hoping they would actually have the opportunity to make an actual potion, but it was entirely review. He had learned absolutely nothing from that extremely boring lesson, and was eager to leave.

He was quickly followed by John, who attempted to keep up with the tall Slytherin's strides. He was quickly said, "Wow! That was an interesting lesson! I mean, it would have been much cooler if we learned about spells or magical creatures or plants or something, but potions are really cool too..."

John Watson's excited rant was interrupted by Sherlock commenting, "It was boring."

John blinked, slightly stunned, when one of the Gryffindor first years approached him, a girl Sherlock recognized as Sally Donovan from the sorting, asked the blond, "Why 're you talking to Freak? Seriously, you could do better than that."

Sherlock glared, while John snapped, "Oh, mind your own business, Sally!"

Donovan just smirked and said, "That kid's a psychopath. I swear, one day, we're going to find someone's body, and Sherlock will have put it there, all because he got bored."

Before rushing off, Sherlock quipped, "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research." A slightly defensive John followed Sherlock, not looking back.

Sherlock glanced at John and quickly commented, "Psychosomatic."

John looked confuzzled and he questioned automatically, "Pardon?"

Sherlock sighed and quickly said, "Your limp. Most people who have a limp with a physical origin tend to walk slowly in order to ease the pain, but you can speed up when you like. It's almost like you forgot how your leg works properly. Also there's the fact that before Donovan incorrectly classified me as a psychopath, you limped quite obviously, but now it's almost completely unnoticeable, as if you forgot you limped. On an unrelated note, I assume in your previous schools, you played in the popular muggle sport, I believe it's called either football or rugby, but you defended others who you felt were 'defenseless,' and you now place me under that category after the incident on the train. I must reassure you I am perfectly fine fending for myself."

Sherlock stormed off, leaving John, who had stopped in his tracks, to be swallowed up by the conglomeration of advancing students.

*hides behind computer* Sorry guys. I know this took an extremely long time to write, but School has sucked all of the inspiration out of me. I have recently lost all motivation to write until this morning, and I forced myself to write this with my Muse level on almost empty. So sorry if it sucks or if everybody seems OOC or if I basically put in a conversation I've already written. I'm just glad I managed to write this.

So please, try really hard to not get frustrated with my fairly random updates. I get writer's block way to easily.

-Ted