A/N: Chapter two. Here we go!

John grabbed his trunk, making sure that his wand was still safely stowed in his trouser pocket. It was amazing to have a wand, a real magic wand, that he could do anything with! He could make ice cream whenever he wanted it, and win all his football games, and...and...make the mean kids at school leave Sherlock alone!

Sherlock, he remembered. He leaned out the door of the rapidly accelerating train and waved goodbye before the Hogwarts Express sped away.

It was just amazing, going to Diagon Alley, seeing that woman carrying dragon scales in her cart like it was the natural-ist thing. He had stepped into Ollivander's, and been in awe of the shelves and shelves completely full of wands. Mr. Ollivander had been muttering incoherently, like he was in a trance...it was a bit frightening, actually... but then John tried the right wand, and it had shot green sparks without him doing anything at all! Willow, 10 1/2 inches, with a dragon heartstring core, Mr. Ollivander had said. It sounded perfect.

John turned around, facing the inside of the train, where he could hear hundreds of teenagers laughing and talking. He walked cautiously up the aisle, trying to find a compartment. The first one he walked into held two older boys. John opened his mouth to speak nervously.

"Is this seat tak─" he said.

"Get out of here, first year!" they barked.

"Sorry?" he answered, backing out of the compartment as the teenagers went back to playing Exploding Snap─yet another new wizard's game that he had learned about in Diagon Alley. He had bought his first Exploding Snap deck at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and played a few hands with Sherlock on the car ride to London. He hoped no one would notice his missing eyebrows.

John stepped towards the next compartment. He let out a deep breath, seeing that it was empty. He slid open the glass door and placed his trunk on the floor, stretching and yawning loudly.

"OUCH!" someone cried.

"Agghhh!" screamed John, scared. "What was that?!"

"By that do you mean me?" said the voice, as a small boy's body appeared in front of him, rubbing his foot mournfully. "I'm Albus."

"Hi!" said John brightly, now that he had gotten over his shock. He closed the glass door. "Well...what's your... full name?"

"Do I have to?" said Albus. "It's not exactly fair for you to walk in here, drop a trunk on my foot, and then demand to know my name."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said John anxiously.

"Nah, it's okay. I'm Albus Severus Potter."

"Merlin! Really?! Your dad? He's the coolest..the awesomest...wow!"

"See, that was why I didn't want to say it," grumbled Albus.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone," John reassured him. "So..what was that? The disappearing─I mean, appearing thing? Is that normal for wizards?!" he asked, incredulously. He raised his eyebrows, doubtful that his newfound friend was in any way normal. Not that John minded, or anything; he knew what 'not normal' felt like, after being Sherlock Watson's brother. Sherlock... John felt another brief pang of homesickness, but it quickly disappeared.

"All right. You know, I wouldn't tell anyone...but, you know, since you're pretty cool..." Albus teased him, dragging out the words as slowly as he could.

"Tell me!" yelled John excitedly.

"I have an Invisibility Cloak!"

"Blimey, Albus," said John seriously. "I didn't know those were real. There was something about one in my school books, but I─"

"Oh no. You're not a teacher's pet, are you?! I hate that," said Albus, cross.

"No. Just excited, I guess."

"Well, I got mine from my dad. Bet you didn't know he had an Cloak of Invisibility when he was at Hogwarts?" Albus said curiously. John shook his head.

"So can I try it?"

"Umm...well...Dad said not to use it too much, but...after what he did..."

John laughed.

"All right," said Albus. the two of them spread out the cloak on Albus's lap and lifted it over their heads. John looked down at his feet excitedly, expectantly.

"They're gone!─my feet, I mean."

"I know," said Albus, grinning broadly. "Mine too."

Suddenly John heard footsteps from the corridor.

"Get it off!" he whispered urgently. He and Albus quickly balled the cloak up and shoved it behind Albus. The silvery cloth, shimmering with rainbow colors, was concealed behind his Muggle jacket just in time, as the train's cart lady appeared by their compartment door a moment later.

"Some sweets, dear?" she inquired. "There's pumpkin pasties, lollies, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum..."

She widened her eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Oh, we're fine," said John. "In fact, we'd best be getting our robes on now..."

"We what?!" cried Albus. "Is your brain rotted?! Of course we want some!"

He pulled out a small brown money purse in his pocket.

"One of everything, please."

The cart lady gaped.

"I can't take any," said John politely, as she rolled onward, having given them their sweets. He only had a few Galleons for the whole year, and wanted to spend them wisely. The Watsons weren't exactly rich. John couldn't blow all his new wizard money on sweets, but he was too proud to accept anything from the obviously wealthy yet nice boy named Albus.

"Oh, shut up," said Albus, and slid over the towering pile of food. "Hurry, now, I want to try some spells before we have to get changed. Don't you?"

"Anything!" said John happily. "I can't wait to get there!"

A/N: And... scene.

So─that was chapter two! Thoughts? I know its been awhile, but I hope this chapter was satisfactory. It looks like I'll be alternating between Sherlock (angsty fail writing for now) and John (happy fun days─oh wait, I'm missing my best friend and brother, Sherlock). Unless─UNLESS─something really important happens and I need to have two of the same POV in a row. But that probably won't happen. :)

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