As soon as Sherlock and John sat down at the Gryffindor Table for breakfast they were joined by Molly.
"Hey guys! Sleep well?"
"Yeah Molly. You?"
"Alright. Sherlock?"
Sherlock didn't answer. John nudged him in the ribs. The teen jumped, startled.
"Huh?"
"Are you alright? You've barely eaten anything."
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Sherlock answered "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a bit nervous, I guess."
"Nervous?" John cried. "I thought you would be excited."
"I am! I'm just not feeling 100%, ok? I'm going to the library."
He stormed out of the hall, leaving John and Molly confused.
"Does he even know where the library is?"
...
As it turned out Sherlock didn't know where the library was and regretted not asking. He was always a little cranky in the morning after dreams filled with disturbing images of snakes. He was surprised John hadn't heard him talking in his sleep; a habit Mycroft always insisted he had. Mycroft even said he hissed once but Sherlock shook it off as Mycroft being half asleep. This wouldn't be unusual because Mycroft spent more time asleep than awake. He glanced around, eyes darting over the walls.
"Lost, are we?"
Sherlock turned around to face the speaker. The boy was almost double Sherlock height and had a low voice. A shiny gold and red prefect's badge flashed on the chest of his black robes, next to his tie of the same colors.
"Err. Yes. Do you know where the library is?"
"Yes. It's by Charms. This is the Transfiguration corridor. But you can't go now. It's almost first lesson. I suggest you go now, save you being late."
"Oh. OK. Is Herbology near here?"
"Yes just downstairs. I'm guessing you're a first year?"
"You'd be guessing right. Sherlock Holmes." He stuck out his hand like he had seen his father do so many times before and grinned. "You are?"
"Lestrade. Gabriel Lestrade." Lestrade reached out and shook the younger boy's hand. "Now off you go. Professor Sprout'll do her nut if you're late."
"See you around, Lestrade." Sherlock called as he sprinted down the stairs, almost colliding with a Hufflepuff girl. He apologized and jumped the final few steps.
...
"Good Morning Class and welcome to your first Herbology lesson!" The plump witch with the flyaway hair greeted her class as they walked through the greenhouse doors. Every inch of the greenhouse was decorated with strange and exotic plants of all shapes sizes, and colors. It made the first years gasp in amazement.
"I have laid out various bits of equipment that you will be using over the course of the year. Today I want you to test them out in groups. Off you go!" She clapped her hands ands the class dispersed. Sherlock went in a group with John, Molly and a fellow Gryffindor with sandy blond hair similar to John's and greeny-grey eyes.
"Hello! I'm Molly Hooper."
The boy glanced at Molly. "I know. Gregory House. But please call me Greg."
"Ok, Greg. I'm John. It's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, John. And you are?" Greg paused.
"Sherlock Holmes."
"Of course you are." He grinned and Sherlock shot him a smile.
...
The class went faster than anyone thought it would and soon they filed out of the greenhouse to the Quidditch field, groaning for they had to fly with Slytherins. Two lines of broomsticks were placed in the middle of the field. Sherlock chose one near the end with Greg on his left and John on his right. Molly stood on the other side of John. Anderson and Donavon decided to stand opposite.
"I always heard that Mud blo-Muggle borns are terrible flyers." Anderson sneered in a loud voice. Sherlock's cheeks began to burn and surprisingly, so did Greg's.
"Sherlock." House whispered.
"Yeah."
"Do you know how to make a broomstick move?"
"Nope."
"Just put your hand over it and say 'Up'." Greg's eyes were twinkling with malice. Sherlock grinned, raising his hand over Anderson's broom. He had rather unwisely chosen to stand with one foot on each side of the broom.
"Up."
Anderson's broom hit him in his manhood. The class exploded into laughter. Anderson writhed on the floor in agony.
"Who did that?" Madame Hooch roared. The class stopped laughing.
"It was me." Greg owned up.
"5 points from Gryffindor. Now stand up Anderson. You'll be fine." She went to pick up Anderson, who was still on the floor.
"Why did you do that?" Sherlock turned to Greg as soon as Madame Hooch was out of earshot.
"Because it was my idea. You just enforced it."
"Oh." Sherlock replied. "Thanks." He placed his legs on each side of the broom and kicked hard off the floor like Madame Hooch instructed. Suddenly he was flying, the wind blowing through his hair. It felt wonderful; as if he was leaving the world behind. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and although disagreeing, landed.
"Wow. You're pretty good." Molly congratulated him.
"Thanks!" Sherlock smiled.
"What have we got next?" John asked. Greg whipped out his timetable.
"Potions... with the Slytherins." He groaned tucking it back into his pocket.
"Great." Sherlock sighed.
...
They began to wander to the dungeons, chatting all the way. Greg spoke of his dreams of being a doctor and John seconded it, smiling. Before they knew it, they were grabbing their books out of their bags and setting up their scales on the desk. Sherlock sat next to John and Molly sat opposite them with Greg. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound as Professor Snape's robes swished across the dungeon floor. Sherlock's stomach twisted violently and he almost vomited into his cauldron. Molly, John and Greg looked concern at their friend's strange behavior.
"Today class," Snape droned. "We will be making an elixir create Floo powder. Turn to page 43 and follow the instructions." The class groaned and pulled out their books and flipped the pages. Sherlock began eagerly adding random ingredients into his cauldron. John peered over his shoulder.
"Sherlock... what are you doing?"
Sherlock looked up and smiled. "It's an experiment." Professor Snape walked passed. The cauldron exploded. Quickly, Sherlock covered his face with his hands. He felt strange. Removing his hands, he blinked at them. They were bigger than he remembered them. Everyone was staring at him, open mouthed.
"What?" He asked. Anderson and Sally laughed, doubling over. All the Slytherins joined in. A smile flickered over Snape's thin lips, making Sherlock feel awful. He shivered.
"Sherlock..." Greg raised his eyebrows. "You're six foot tall." Sherlock looked down and swayed slightly. He blinked. He really was 6 foot. That alone was completely unnerving.
"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape said coldly. "Class dismissed." The class began to file out.
"Hey! Turn him back!" Molly snapped at Snape.
"Ten points. And anyway, Miss Hooper, I can't. I don't know how he did it. Any side affects will probably wear off in a few days. "Snape smiled again and Sherlock really did double over. Snape left the corridor. Sherlock straightened shakily. He felt a lot better now the potions master was gone.
"Guess you're going to have to live with being tall." Greg laughed, watching his friend stumble. Sherlock glared at him, a feat made ten times as scary with his additional height. Greg jumped back slightly.
"Actually," Sherlock paused to look down at them. "I think I'm going to like it."
Hey Guys! AOR here with a very very late chapter. Oops! This chapter is dedicated to Moonhawk64 who reminded me to write this. AOR over and out!
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