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Chapter 2

Diagon Alley

Sherlock felt his skin ripple all over his body. Before he could open his mouth he was in the fireplace of The Leaky Cauldron where a small crowd had gathered to witness the kerfuffle going on in the fireplace. As the crowd disintegrated, Sherlock stood back to see, to his horror, he had knocked over a short boy with a large nose and greyish-sandy hair. He stammered his apologies as he helped the boy to his feet.

'S…S…Sorry, I'm Sherlock…'

The boy was quite the contrast to the lanky, tall, curly haired, dark Sherlock and he reminded him vaguely of a hedgehog.

'Hi.' Said the boy. 'I'm John!'

What could he deduce about the boy?

Muggle- Born. Second Child. Son of kind parents. Friendly. A definite Hufflepuff.

'Are you going shopping, too?'

Of COURSE he was going shopping. What else would he do in Diagon Alley?

'Yes.' Sherlock felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. No-one to guide him, not very capable on his own, not very…erm…likeable?

'Do you want to come with me?'

Stupid Sherlock. Stupid. Now he'll follow you everywhere.

'Okay!' Said John excitedly. 'I'm not sure where I'm going…er…well…my dad and sister and mum are muggles…well… my mum…was…'

'Oh' Sherlock said. 'I'm sorry.'

Sherlock sighed. Mycroft tapped his wand elegantly on to the third brick above the bin, opening a passageway to a cobbled street with wooden buildings.

'WOAH!' yelled John. 'THIS IS AMAZING!'

That morning they purchased their books, robes and tools in the assorted shops in the area, and bought a large trolley to place their belongings on in a stall. Teller's Tremendous Trolleys had sold out this morning, and they had shown useful to the first year students and their purchases.

Mycroft was already in the pet shop when they arrived.

Sherlock perused around the store. Hardly any of the animals he liked. Owls seemed too expensive yet too common. Cats were too cuddly. Toads weren't interesting. Rats were dirty. Snakes he liked, but he wasn't allowed to take them for safety reasons.

However, something caught his eye. A blonde ferret in a cage, which was nibbling at it's prison's bars, and paid no attention to anyone passing by.

He walked over to the till and asked to purchase the ferret. The lady at the till's jaw dropped.

She answered 'Are you sure? Nobody wants that one!' 'Okay, Well then, fine, that'll be five galleons and 6 sickles please!'

Sherlock left the store, beaming. John followed close behind with a small white cat.

Now to get a wand.