Chapter 5: Nurse Song
Sherlock's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about how Moriarty called John a Specimen. He is just an average wizard with a slight memory problem. How could he be a specimen? Unless...I had to find out what he had hidden in that journal of his.
Today is our first day of classes. I am not excited for any of them. Maybe potions. I could possibly experiment there.
"Come on, we'll be late!" John called disrupting me from my train of thought.
"For potions?" I asked.
"Yeah, with Slytherin." He said, holding the door open.
"Okay let's go"
We left the common room together making our way to the dungeons where potions class with professor Slughorn would be held. When we got there, we found seats in the back of the classroom.
"Hello class!" Called Slughorn. "We will start our year by making the cure for boils. That's on page 10 of your books. You will be doing this in pairs. Pick your partners." I immediately partnered with John.
Everything was going well until I set him on fire. It said low simmer, so I was curious what would happen if I put it on high and waved my wand. The flames leaped from under the caldron and skidded up John's arm.
Naturally, he yelled loudly.
Of course, Slughorn then came and put the fire out, but John had severe burns and I got detention. All I heard was; John would be in the hospital wing and I could read his journal
Slughorn sent me to help poor bleeding John to the hospital wing then I had to go to the headmistress's office. He didn't say I couldn't take a detour.
John's POV
So I'm screaming my head off in agony and Sherlock, that idiot, is leading me to the hospital wing.
After 5 minutes, we got there. The new nurse, who is starting this year, led me over to a bed. She immediately sent Sherlock away. Then started working on my arm. When I finally got a view of the nurse's face I almost passed out.
"Is your name River Song?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, so you do remember." She smiled. It was the same smile I had seen in my dream.
"Not really, it's just you were in my dream, well nightmare. Something about keeping the TARDIS safe. You know the bigger on the inside box"
"Yes. That's right."
"So that means the Doctor... He's real."
"He is."
"Where is he?"
"Spoilers" she replied.
Chapter 6: Sneak a Peak
Sherlock's POV
I felt a little bad about burning John. Sort of. Nurse Song just sent me out. I was supposed to be going to the headmistress's office. Maybe I'll go later.
I walked quickly to the Gryffindor common rooms. When I got there, I didn't bother to say hello to the third years sitting in front of the fire. Jumping up the stairs two at a time, I made my way over to John's things.
His trunk, sitting at the foot of his bed, looked normal. I opened it. Sitting on top of his books was a note. The note said; Hello sweetie. Following that was series of circles and shapes. I didn't know what it meant. But John was good at languages. He would know. The note was signed River, in loopy cursive.
Digging through the rest of his trunk I find his journal. It was blue, with square like indents making it look like a door with the words police. So he made his journal look like a 1950s police public call box; that's not weird at all.
Flipping through the pages I read a few of the entries, the first one was entitled Angels Take Manhattan. It was all about this man called the doctor, and in the end he lost his closest friends, Amy Pond and Rory Williams. I could see what was so terrifying. If this was real, what was the connection to John? Or was it John? It would take me at least a week to read all his entries. I decided to borrow his journal until I was done.
I heard footsteps coming closer. I quickly closed John's trunk and slid to the nearest hiding place; under my bed.
John's POV
Nurse Song wrapped up my arm then sent me back to my dorm to collect whatever I needed because I would be spending the night in the hospital wing.
Walking carefully down the hall, my injured arm in a sling bouncing beside me, I was greeted with a rush of footsteps. Everyone in my house who had witnessed the accident besides Sherlock.
"Are you okay?" Lestrade said, followed by a chorus of the same question.
"Yes I'm fine; I'm just going to get some stuff from the common room." I replied.
"Do you want some help? I have a free period now." Lestrade eagerly offered.
"Yeah, sure."
The two of us walked to the common room. After saying the password to the fat lady, we entered the common room. When we got to our dorm room, we paused in the doorway. All of my things were thrown everywhere.
"My stuff!" I cried.
"Don't worry we can clean it up. I don't think anyone would take anything" Lestrade said to calm me.
We cleaned everything up, mostly him because I'm injured. When we finished I almost fainted.
"My journal. It's missing."
"The one you record your nightmares in?" He asked. I nodded.
"Look I found a note!" Lestrade handed me it.
I read it. Gallifreyan. Only the heading and the signature were in English. It said;
Hello sweetie,
Meet me on top of the astronomy tower before you come back to the hospital wing.
With love,
River
"Oh that bad, bad girl." I laughed to myself.
"Well what does it say?" Lestrade asked impatiently
"Nothing important."