So, I finally bought prisoner of azkaban to use as a reference! Because, unlike most people I have not memorized every book in the series... Or even finished all of them. (My dad feels threatened by school children waving around sticks) So from here on out, events will line up much better to the book. You're welcome.
Whoops. I just realized I mixed up the classes. So the first day is potions and defense. Divination, transfiguration and magical creatures will be on the second day. So sorry for the inconsistency.
I'm in the weird position where I'm looking forward to start a chapter, but I have no idea how to get the ball rolling. Hmm... let's see...
Ok. I think I got it!
I knew I was right in fearing for the student's lives. Sherlock had deduced which ones hated each other the most and paired them up accordingly. Then he gave them a brief lesson on how to punch and dodge and let them have at it. Of course he forbid head shots, groin shots and the like, but forbidding can only do so much. They honestly look like they're going to kill each other. I've been keeping a keen eye out, just in case.
"Stop!" The class slowly tapered off into silence. "That was merely practice. Just to give you a feel for physical combat. And show you that people are unpredictable and will always be searching for your weak points just as you should be searching for theirs. Just keep in mind that in a real fight, there will be nothing keeping you or your opponents from taking headshots, groinshots or attacking with teeth, nails, and rotting corpses. I want you to use that to your advan-"
"But, isn't that a little... immoral?" A gyrffindor piped up, cutting him off. Sherlock's attention snaps to the boy, and the poor kid realizes he's made a terrible mistake. He takes long, slow strides to the boy until he's standing in his shadow.
"It is immoral. Practically the definition of immoral. But against the likes of a death eater, morals should be the last thing on your mind as they'll do everything in their power to use them against you. If given the chance, a death eater will chop off the head of your beloved senile grandfather and use it to bash in yours. If your not able to do the same, you are at a severe disadvantage. I'm not teaching you to be role model witches and wizards, I'm teaching you to be living people when someone else is set on making you otherwise. Morals do you no good when you're dead." He whirls away, leaving the boy pale as a ghost. I have half a mind to give Sherlock a piece of it. They're only children! "Five points from Gryffindor for interrupting."
"Alright, that's enough for today. Homework for this week will be fifteen push-ups and twenty crunches. And by push-ups I mean straight kneed, nose to the ground push-ups. None of this semi, girly push-up nonsense." The class groan and all scattered off to gather their things. Several of them gingerly prod at their newly acquired bruises while others boast of their best punches. I sigh in relief as I decide that none of them were seriously injured. "Ronald, don't bother thinking it I'll know if you skip out. Leon, stop complaining you're not even bruised. Amy, at least have the decency to insult me out of earshot, and learn how to rhyme. Ten points from Slytherin. Class dismissed!" Those who had been called out flinch, gape and gibber a bit and flee like bats out of hell. I should really have a long talk with him about toning down the intimidation. Maybe slip a sleeping draught in his tea one morning a teach the class myself, just to give the poor kids a break.
"Harry." The boy is already halfway out the door, whispering about Sherlock's insane speech and whether or not he should be reported. "Harry, I need to speak to you."
Harry and his friends paused.
"What does he want now?" Ronald whispers loudly as Harry walks up to Sherlock's desk. "I wouldn't trust him. He's crazy. Remember the train?"
"Ron, he saved Harry on the train." Hermon replied.
"...Doesn't make him any less crazy."
"If you must stay and gossip, must you be so loud about it?" Sherlock's voice rumbles past Harry and across the room to Hurminnie and Ron.
Harry approaches the desk meekly. Trying to make himself look innocent. Like a boy who's done nothing wrong trying not to look like he's done anything wrong, which he hasn't. "Professor Sherloc-"
"No." He scowls, as if he had just bit into a licorice jellybean. Harry, lacking any other alternative, is trying very hard to disintegrate. "Sounds too old. I thought it'd be sophisticated, but it's just antiquated. Better stick to Sherlock." He clicks the 'ck' and let the room fall into a viscous silence.
He breaks it slowly, easing into an ominous tone like a film fades to black. "You fainted on the train when the dementor came. The entire school is talking about it. As we speak, Draco is spreading around new rumors about other times you may be liable to faint. Telling stupid jokes, mimicking, swooning, making up nicknames..."
"Yeah. I know. I was there. I was in fact the person who fainted. I have ears too, if you haven't noticed. And eyes." Harry all but snaps. Eyes burning holes into Sherlock's. Or at least making an admirable effort. I think I may have seen Sherlock's eyebrow twitch.
"I meant no insult, Harry. In fact, I was offering you a chance to be sure that it would never happen again." Harry looked confused. "You saw what I did on the train. I could teach it to you. It won't be easy, but I have no doubt that you're capable of it."
"... Why? What's in it for you?" Smart kid. Sherlock isn't exactly one to do things out of the goodness of his heart. "I don't really know you, but you're a Slytherin. And Slytherins don't do people favours just because. What would you get out of it?"
Sherlock smirked, also surprised by the boy's newfound courage. He leaned in closer over the desk. "There will be another Dementor attack, Harry. I'm offering you a way to defend yourself from it. It's up to you whether or not to accept it."
"No. You're doing this for your own benefit, not mine. I won't be manipulated for your entertainment or whatever." Very smart boy. I smile at Sherlock's defeated face as Harry leaves the room. I don't get to see it often and I enjoy it every time I do.
"He'll be back." he shrugs and rests his heels on the desktop.
Yep. I made a very potter referrence. Well, making a very potter referrence, I'm planning on making it a running thing. Because who actually pronounced Hermione's name correctly before watching the movies.
I accidentally started the next chapter first until I realized that it was supposed to come later. So, the next one is going to be either earlier than usual or longer. But either way, it's gonna be a good one. It's going to focus much more on John than Sherlock. Which is so much of a relief. It might be fun to write Sherlock, but he's goddamn irritating as hell. And he hogs the spotlight like you have no idea.
So.. here comes Johnny!