A/N: A series of letters from Sherlock to John. Not all letters sent are shown, for space reasons...
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Dear John,
This is the first day I'm writing you. Before I couldn't stand it and I tried to forget you but I couldn't. It feels so surreal I can't even explain, not having you here. I just realized that you've gone off to be a wizard and you're not coming back.
[I hope this gets to you all right, we put it in the post with three air-travel stamps just in case.]
Why did you go? Why did you get the letter and not me? Why did you leave me?
When are you coming back?
─Sherlock
Dear John,
I went to school today. Mother had been trying to make me go to school for a week but I said no. Finally I went because I couldn't stand to be in our room all day long without you there too. Remember when we pretended to have the flu so that we could skip? We ran around to get our foreheads hot and lay in bed like we were sick. Mother didn't believe us then, but now she has let me stay home even though my forehead's cool, because she knows it's real this time.
Now I'm sitting here on the bed, but I'm on the bottom bunk. Mother took off the top bunk of the bed today because she said we wouldn't need it anymore, and I'd have more space. Now I have to sleep on the bottom bunk where you used to. The only one I talk to is Demosthenes, the skull on the bookshelf. I'm lonely.
Dad finally stopped putting out a plate at your spot at the table at night. He had been for a week and now it's just the three of us, eating pork chops and asparagus. I never touch my plate and he doesn't say a word about it.
It's like they're trying to forget about you.
Come back, John.
─Sherlock
Dear John,
What do you even do there?
Transfiguration? That's impossible. Matter is never created or destroyed. There would be lots of missing matter if you suddenly made an elephant into a mouse. Where does it all go? ...Charms? You can't make things fly. I was looking at your textbook before you left and it said 'Wingardium Leviosa' made things fly. Well to fly you need an engine and lots of fuel, not some stupid little stick of wood!
It seems so impossible that you're going off to a castle to learn magic things. When we went to Diagon Alley I was so excited to see the wand shop, and the apothecary, and the big wizard bank. But it's all so far away now it feels like a dream.
If your wand is so great, then why can't you use it to bring me to Hogwarts with you?
─Sherlock
Dear John,
I've written and I've written but you don't reply. Why not? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Did you find some other friend that you like more than me? If you'd only come back I'd stop doing experiments for a month. I mean it! Please?
I had a dream last night that I could do magic too. We were both at school and learning things and being together. But then someone kicked me aside and everything disappeared. I was back here in my bedroom. It was years later and you had never come back.
Why didn't you, John?
─Sherlock
Dear John,
I hope you like your dumb magic school. Today at school I got beat up by the Crowley brothers. I got a sprained wrist and my head hurts. We're going to the doctor tomorrow. Didn't you used to want to be a doctor someday?
Hope you're having fun leaving me with those kids for a year.
─Sherlock
Dear John,
In Latin we had to say three sentences about our best friend. I talked about Demosthenes.
Everybody laughed. I cried.
Please please please write me back?
─Sherlock
John:
I give up. I've tried, and tried, and you never answered me. I've written thirty letters and you never responded. I guess you don't care about your family at all. You know, every week I used to write a fake letter from you to give to Mother and Dad. So they wouldn't worry. But I won't do that anymore. They should know that their son isn't the nice little wizard he says he is.
Goodbye, brother. I hope you have lots of friends up in the castle of yours. After what you've done to me, I'm certainly no longer one of them.
─Sherlock