"So," Sherlock said awkwardly as he looked up at the great hall they were exiting, the Doctor looked up at his friend as he spoke "what do you think is going to happen this year? I've heard from past students at the ministry that almost every year bad things happen here."

The Doctor nodded, his gaze sweeping the floor and then he gave a last glance at the tables that held the teachers, who were watching the exiting Ravenclaw students. "From what I've heard it tends to happen but we just have to trust our teachers to keep us safe."

The First years were herded up a large spiral staircase into the East tower, the one that face the Forbidden Forest. The Ravenclaw Prefect, who went by the name Anthony Thomas, showed them the painting that was the door. He started speaking but Sherlock chose to ignore it, until he said the password, which was an old name that no one had ever heard of,

"The password to open the door is the name for an old planet," Anthony said as he gestured to the painting of a scholar "and that is 'Gallifrey'."

The Doctor stiffened beside Sherlock, the dark-haired boy ignored the Doctor's sudden movement but River Song, who had walked with them, raised an eyebrow in confusion. Sherlock walked inside the open painting and blinked in awe at the common room. It was large and ornate, the stone arches were finely crafted with the ancient scriptures of old and in the darkness they glowed as if their own light source. Chairs and sofas were placed neatly around the room while bookshelves lined the walls. Fireplaces crackled with the golden tendrils of flame while on their mantle places were taxidermy owls and ravens, who looked ready to attack at any given moment.

"This is awesome." Sherlock gaped, as his gaze traveled everywhere in the common room. "Mycroft never told me the common rooms were this grand!"

River said "Yeah, apparently at the huge battle of Hogwarts; you know the one with Harry Potter? Well, after that they redecorated every common room because they were all destroyed. It's really amazing to think they had everything fixed by the next year, including memorials in the courtyards."

The Doctor nodded in agreement "Yeah, amazing."

Anthony broke in, his voice loud and commanding as he said "Girls on the left and boys on the right! You'll find your stuff laid out on your beds."

Sherlock nodded, he walked with the Doctor to their door and set off for the fist year assigned level. He walked in with a few more students and Sherlock quickly located his trunk, cat, and a new set of blue and silver ties and cloaks. He sat down on the four-poster bed and looked around for the Doctor. He saw the boy sitting on the bed next to his, his feet propped up on the bluest blue he had ever seen.

"Pretty cool eh?" The Doctor asked, his gaze traveled out the window between their beds towards the Forbidden Forest. "It's all like the Ministry told me."

"Ministry?" Sherlock asked, a confused tone entering his usually sure voice. "Why would the Ministry tell you all this? And how did my brother tell you all about me? He's basically the Ministry on two legs so why and how?"

The Doctor laughed nervously as said "Well, your brother said this school is very...open...with...non-human things. So, why shouldn't I go?"

"Non-human?" Sherlock asked, he knew his new friend was strange but never in the way that would be 'non-human'. "What are you talking about? I'm human and you have the same makeup as me."

"Well," The Doctor said, his voice quieting down so no one else would hear him "I do look human...excluding the two hearts. I'm a...Time Lord...the last one at that. No family just me."

Sherlock looked up in shock. Two hearts? He couldn't believe it but then the Doctor said "You can't tell anyone. If they knew I was...different, I'd be skinned alive here. A few of the teachers know but no one else. So can you promise not to tell anyone else?"

"I promise." Sherlock said "Besides, no one else would believe me if I told them. One more question though, why is your trunk that color blue?"

The Doctor smiled sadly, his dark green eyes going hazy for a second as he said "It's TARDIS blue, the bluest blue ever made. Well, it was the bluest blue before 'they' got a hold of it. I managed to jinx my trunk to be this color."

Sherlock saw the doctor hold up the bow tie or the tie, he was deciding which one to wear. The Doctor tossed the tie aside and began to tie the bot tie around his neck. It went well with his look Sherlock had to admit. It was almost midnight and classes started in nine hours so Sherlock thought it would be a good idea to sleep. He opened his trunk and pulled out a pair of black pajamas, slipped out of his robe and other clothes, and slipped them on. A lot of others had the idea to do so as well.

"I can't wait for broom practice!" Matt said from across the room, a tone of excitement was his voice as he chattered the words. "I want to try out for the Quidditch team!"

"Same!" Echoed in Arthur, Sherlock rolled his eyes, look like they were bunking with sparrows.

The Doctor rolled his eyes and then they brightened when he pulled out his wand, it was finely crafted with a dark cherry wood with silver bands at the handle. He smiled and said "The center of mine is Raven Feather. What's yours?"

Sherlock pulled out his wand from his case, it was a long black and finely crafted wand. At the handle, diamond-shaped designs were carved into the wood. He answered "Phoenix feather. Nothing important."

Rain began to pour down from the sky and hit the window. Lightning flashed brightly at the window and thunder soon followed. Sherlock opened the cage that his cat, he named it Conan after his favorite author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The cat jumped out of the cage, it's ginger and tabby fur a blur as it ran out onto his bed. Sherlock ran his hand down Conan's back as a calming effort and luckily it worked.

"His name's Conan, I named him after my favorite author." Sherlock said, Conan padded to the end of his bed and laid down to go to sleep.

A lantern went out and immediately it was a domino effect, other lanterns followed suit. Sherlock slipped under his blankets and so did the Doctor, he didn't sleep much but the calming effect of Hogwarts just made him want to sleep. He turned out his lantern, last to go out, and fell asleep almost immediately.

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"First we have Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Slytherins." The Doctor said as he looked over the schedule McGonagall had given them had given them. "Then we have Charms with Gryffindor."

Sherlock took another bite out of his toast and shrugged "Good have been worse. We should get going, Morgan will lose it if we're late on our first day."

"Yeah, good point." The Doctor replied as he stood up, slipping his schedule into the inside pocket of his robe along with his wand. He walked with Sherlock, who was finishing off his toast, to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

It was everything they hadn't expected. The room was light as candles floated above their heads and books on shelves lined the walls. Sherlock and the Doctor sat at a five person table with River Song. They were waiting for Morgan but then two new people sat next to them.

"Were these seats taken?" Moriarty asked slyly, as he slid into the open seat next to Sherlock who shook his head "Oh, that's good. Me and my friend Moran are trying to get friends in other houses."

Sherlock shrugged, he wasn't paying too much attention to the two Slytherin students who were sitting beside him. Suddenly the door was flung open and suddenly the floor at their feet was alight with flame. River Son gave a small yell of panic but then they saw Morgan battling down the stairs with a cloaked figure. Sherlock's eyes widened in horror when they saw the figure land a stunning spell on Morgan. The cloaked figure aimed its wand straight for Sherlock but instead of cowering Sherlock did something unexpected.

He raised his wand and said "Stupefy."

The attacker wasn't expecting any student to fight back and because of that Sherlock's spell hit home, sending him flying away over the desk and onto the stone floor in a heap at the stairs. Sherlock smirked as others gaped, Moriarty was the only one smirking. Morgan stood up, clapping.

"Well done!" he called excitedly, a laugh echoing through the classroom. "I never expected a first year to attack! Well done Mr. Holmes!"

Sherlock smiled a confused way while the man who was lying at the stairs groaned. The Doctor raised an eyebrow but then all the confusion seemed to evaporate. Morgan stood at the front of the class, completely ignoring the unconscious figure at his feet.

"I'm Professor Morgan and I'll be teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts this year." Morgan said, he waved his wand and a small spray of fire put out all the flames. "I hate that 'here's all the rules and here's the guidelines for my class' kind of teacher and lucky for you I'm not. My rules are common sense, no killing each other, listen to me, and have fun. I wanted to do something fun for the first day being we have an hour together."

Moriarty piped up "Sir, what exactly are we doing today being you just went through all the guidelines?"

"Easy," Morgan said, the man who had 'attacked' him stood up, nodded and stumbled to the door, Morgan waved goodbye before continuing "we'll be learning defensive spells, right for your year the first few weeks and then to offensive spells."

No one could argue that the Professor had plans for them. The Doctor nodded in agreement while Morgan waved his wand and instantly the projector turned on. "Today, to get you familiar with defensive skills, we're going to watch some of the better sparring matches form the last year."

Sherlock watched in amazement at as people attacked and deflected, ever since the last battle with the Death Eaters Defense Against the Dark Arts had become extremely important not to mention harder. Barely anyone passed it anymore. The Doctor was making notes on stances and wand movements while Sherlock was drinking it all in. He had to admit, this year was going to be fun.

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Charms with Professor Flitwick was next and luckily no one ended up being attacked in this class. Sherlock was bored out of his mind while the choir director talked about charms, rules, and safety. At least they were getting to practice a very simple charm for levitation.

"Now, just say these words carefully and it should work in no time. Say it with me, Wingardium Leviosa."

The class repeated his words and they were left to experiment with feathers they had been given at the beginning of the class. Sherlock was laughing at the failing attempts, John was succeeding in getting a few inches off of the ground but never any more. Amy wasn't even getting it off of the desk and the same with Rory while River was doing pretty good. She was getting it at least a foot off of the desk but it never stayed in the air for long.

The Doctor smiled, it was his turn to try. He raised his wand and pointed it at the feather and said the charm clearly. To his own surprise it floated off of the ground as if the wind had helped. The feather rose higher and higher until it hit the ceiling, many students had stopped to stare, not at the feather but at the Doctor. His eyes had a slight golden glow to them while his wand glowed. People were gaping but the Doctor was absorbed in using the charm.

"Well done!" Called Professor Flitwick from the stool he was standing on "Well done Doctor!"

Sherlock was smiling at his friend's triumph but then he saw John struggling with the spell. He was sitting next to him and said "Don't wave your arm around as much. Keep the end of your wand pointed directly at the feather."

John did as he was told and growled the charm. The feather flew up from the table, it slowly floated up but didn't gain as much height as the Doctor's feather. He smiled "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Sherlock said, a smile crossing his pale features "Question, when do you have broom practice? The people in my house won't stop talking about it."

"Tomorrow actually...with your house and a few Slytherins." John said, as he lowered his wand and the feather followed back to the floor. "Apparently, Ravenclaw has a really small group so they're allowing a few Slytherins to join."

Sherlock shrugged "Could be worse."

"Agreed." John said "Why don't you try the charm? You're the only one who hasn't tried yet."

Sherlock shrugged "Fine, I guess I could try. This class is such a waste of time, it's the easiest to pass!"

"Just try it." John pushed "You're being shown up...and I don't think you would want people to think you're an idiot."

Sherlock rolled his silver-blue eyes and growled, he hated being over shadowed. He raised his ornately crafted wand and said the charm evenly, his voice a low tone. The feather shook and fought to get height but then it slowly began to rise. Sherlock smirked and then he set it down.

"There." Sherlock said in a gruff tone as he grabbed his books, the bell rang and all the students left "It's easier than it looks."

He walked to his next class, transfiguration with the Hufflepuff house. Sherlock saw John beginning to leave and as he did John called "See you guys tomorrow at broom practice!"

"Same!" Sherlock called back. This year was going to be strange and Sherlock knew it, maybe he would just get a few friends by the end of it.