Chapter 3: An Audience with a Psychopath
John's POV
A week later we went to Platform Nine and three-quarters. Mycroft escorted us there in a Ministry of Magic car. ("There is a ministry of magic?" I had asked. "Yes. We have to have some form of government." He replied simply.)
To get to the platform we had to walk through a wall! Literally. The other side was amazing. The train was scarlet red with the words "Hogwarts Express" printed on the side.
"You two go on. You don't want to be late." Mycroft said
Sherlock and I -mostly me- said our goodbyes then boarded the train.
Sherlock's POV
Being the highly function sociopath that I am, I was bored. As soon as Mycroft was out of view I said to John;
"Don't expect me to sit with you. I don't want to be friends. I don't have friends. So just don't talk to me and we should have a great year." John stood shocked. That's what he gets.
I turned swiftly away. I found an empty compartment. A sixth year Slytherin came in and sat down on the red booth across from me. He had dark hair, mischievous brown eyes, and an all too familiar face.
"Hello James." I said.
"Sherlock, I noticed your little friend. It would be a shame if something happened to him..." He said, a wicked smile tugging the corners of his lips.
"Don't even think about it." I replied.
"Maybe I will."
"You won't." James Moriarty laughed.
"You're right I won't, not yet. Your friend is an interesting specimen, hmm? You better be watching your back." He left, leaving nothing behind but the sound of his voice, ringing agenst the windows.
I had to protect John from Moriarty. I didn't know what he meant by specimen, but I better help before John gets hurt. I quickly grabbed my stuff. After walking down the hall, I found John alone in a compartment.
"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier." I choked out those words. Apology was not my thing, but I had to keep going. "Can I sit here?" He nodded before looking away.