Hi! Everything in this chapter is Sherlock's memories.
Sherlock was in his living room, still tired from his eleventh birthday last night. He had sat up reading (and solving) murder mysteries, with his brother, who solved them much quicker. They were up until 4 in the morning, and Sherlock was exhausted. He stared at his mother. She had too much to drink last night, that was for sure. And, of course she was stressed from his father's family visiting. They really did not approve of her convincing Mr. Holmes to move so far from his family.
"Sherlock, stop staring at me and eat your breakfast." She got up and went to drink her tea in private.
"What did you figure out, Sherlock? Hmm?" Mycroft teased him. Sherlock already knew he was stupid, Mycroft didn't have to rub it in. He went back to his breakfast without answering.
"Sherlock! A letter!" His mother called from the front hall. Sherlock, happy to leave his smirking older brother, left to fetch it.
He quickly tore it open, breaking the carefully placed wax seal.
"Mom! It's here! My letter!"Sherlock was exultant, he was a wizard, just like his brother. So there.
"Wonderful, dear. You can join us in our shopping today then. And so he did, happy to pick his wand out at Ollivander's, and enjoy a lunch at The Leaky Cauldron with his family. People watching was always a joy, even though Mycroft always ruined it with his snarky comments about the amount of friends Sherlock had. That number was exactly zero.
Finally. The day had come, and Sherlock Holmes was standing in front of the well proportioned steam engine. All the other kids exclaimed how huge and monstrous it was. But it wasn't really, right? It was average sized for its type, and the wheels weren't really that large. It was just how it was. Maybe kids could be stupider then Sherlock. What a strange realization. He boarded, sitting in the only empty compartment. Other kids passed, one by one looking at him, him telling them what he knew about them already, no need for useless information to be told to him. They all looked shocked. What's so shocking? It's all about you, you should know. Then they all would walk away, squeezing themselves into an already cramped seat. Sherlock was used to this, he knew what kids could be like when he did that. He knew he was stupid, and Mycroft said they were all shocked to see how slow and stupid he was. No one wanted to sit with an idiot. He stared out the windows. He missed his dog, Redbeard. He missed home.
Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm busy. Look forward to the next one, which will be back to the present. Thanks for reading!