Chapter 4: Not a Specimen
John's POV
I stared at Sherlock cautiously. After spying on him while he was talking to that sixth year, it seems he had a change of heart. That sixth year called me a specimen. What did he mean? I am not a science experiment. I pushed it to the back of my mind. Rose jumped up on to my shoulder. She purred, asking for attention. Maybe later, Rose.
I had changed into my robes and combed my floppy brown hair with my hands, when I suddenly got a vision.
A woman about 5'7 with extremely curly, dirty blond hair. She peered down at me.
"I'm sorry this happened to you sweetie." She said. "I mean your regeneration going wrong. You should be back to normal in seven years" She began, "I'll keep the TARDIS safe. Until your mind is ready and your body is old enough."
The vision faded.
"Are you okay?" Sherlock asked. I woke up, realizing I was on the floor. "You just fainted"
"I'm fine." I spat quickly. I think he was truly sorry about earlier. I think he wanted to be friends now.
I pulled my journal out of my trunk. I quickly recorded everything I just saw in my vision. I have been doing it for a month now. That's as long as my memory goes. To the middle of the summer. Ever since then, every night I have been plagued with terrible nightmares, all around this man called the Doctor. And they were all in the doctor's point of view. In every vision the doctor looked like a different person, but I knew it wasn't.
The train pulled into the station. Sherlock and I- now friends i guess- left the train together. A voice called telling us first years to head that way. The voice was a Half-giant man. He led us to the boats. Sherlock and I got in the same one. When the boats reached into the middle of the lake I got my first view of my new home. It was magnificent. Soon, we were on the shore marching towards the building and escorted inside.
"I will take it from here Hagrid." A woman's voice said. John turned to see an old woman in emerald green robes and a witch's hat over a tight bun. "I am Headmistress Professor McGonagall." She looked old, but very stern. She was definitely not someone you wanted to cross. "In a moment you will go through those doors to join your classmates, but first you will be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Come now they are ready"
The doors opened, the great hall was what it said it was, great. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky. On a stool sat a hat.