The first day had passed quickly for some and others, like Sherlock, slow and boring. It was already the second day and almost time for lunch but before it was time for the much-anticipated broom practice. Sherlock stood next to John and River Song as Madame Hooch, the Quidditch director and referee, told them the basic rules of using a broom. Sherlock was ignoring her rules being it was all common sense. Finally when she gave the order to step up to the brooms and say 'up' he did, it was finally going to get interesting.

Many students from both houses couldn't even get their brooms to move let alone pick them up. While others had them immediately within their grasps. It took the Doctor a few times for the broom to get into his grasp and it once hit him in the face while for Sherlock it took one try. He waited for everyone else to get their's in hand, he saw Moriarty looking at him but he ignored the Slytherin.

"Now, mount your broom and keep it held within a strong grip, you don't want to go sliding off of the end." Madame Hooch said as she got on her broom and then she kicked off and sat in the air for a little while "Then you kick off and you're in the air."

River shrugged and said "Sounds easy enough."

She got a firm grip on her broom and kicked off, she seemed a little surprised when she flew over the other student's heads. Moriarty and his friend Moran followed suit. Sherlock narrowed his eyes and kicked off, next thing he knew he was in the air next to River. He looked back down to the other's who were trying to get into the air but were failing while a few managed to get in the air.

"Hello Sheryl." Moriarty said as he flew to Sherlock's level, ending up being face to face with Sherlock. "Having fun are we? Your big brother taught you how to fly didn't he? I just grabbed my father's broom and kicked off."

"Of course," Sherlock growled "besides Jamie, can I ask what your fascination is with me? You've been watching me like an owl to a mouse for days. So what's up? If you continue people might talk."

Moriarty shrugged "I can't help but notice your abnormal intelligence, it matches mine. So I came to offer you a deal."

"What deal?"

Moriarty chuckled, his auburn gaze traveled to where Moran was flying next to the Doctor, not helping or talking, just watching. "Sherlock, being 'normal' is boring...so why not show everyone you're different? Imagine Sherlock, you and I could cause trouble at this school. We could be friends...comrades...and I could ensure nothing happens to your friends. So what do you say?"

Sherlock blinked, letting the edges of the deal dig into his thoughts until he said "No, I have plenty of friends...besides, I don't want to cause trouble...I want to solve it. So Jamie it's a no."

"Are you sure?" Moriarty asked lightly, a predatory tone entering his voice as he growled out the words "I'll only ask one more time."

"Please," Sherlock growled "I'd rather take a dive off of the astronomy tower. That would be a lot better than any friendship with you. So take my answer and impale it through your thick skull."

Jim narrowed his eyes coldly and for a second Sherlock thought he would throw him off of the broom, a forty five foot fall would kill him at this level. His gaze saw Madame Hooch talking to Amy about how to stay upright in a dive so she had her back turned to them. Moriarty shook his head as he glance at Moran who nodded.

"Big mistake Sheryl." he growled out and Sherlock turned just in time to see Moran ram the Doctor into a wall "Now you have to learn the problems if we don't agree. People get hurt."

Sherlock watched in horror as Moran rammed the Doctor again into the wall before yanking him off of the broom. The Time Lord gave out a scream of horror before plummeting to the ground. Moran dropped the broom as the Doctor hit the ground, accompanied by a loud snap and a whimper of pain. Sherlock was almost instantly out of the sky and onto the ground, he didn't bother turning back to see Moriarty's smirk.

Sherlock knelt down next to the Doctor's non-moving form and shook his friend lightly, the Doctor gave off a hiss of pain before saying something unintelligible in an unknown language. Sherlock saw Madame Hooch run over to them and kneel down across from Sherlock as she took his friend's injured arm in her grasp. She gave a slight squeeze to see where it was injured and when she tested his wrist the Doctor gave a whimper of pain.

"A broken wrist." she said dismissively, she glanced up to Sherlock and continued "Holmes, can you take him to the infirmary? Madame Pomfrey can fix that quickly."

Sherlock nodded as he helped the Doctor to his feet "Sure."

Madame Hooch smiled as the two walked away. She turned away but Sherlock glanced back to throw a glare at Moriarty who just threw a kind smile their way. The Doctor held his injured arm tightly, ignoring the pain the best he could and when they entered the castle he asked,

"So, why did Moriarty send Moran to tackle me off a broom?" The Doctor asked as he gestured back to the outside.

Sherlock blinked "Because I refused a friendship with him."

"It was a good call," The Doctor said with a sigh "that kid is bad news. He's worst than that other first year the Master."

The young detective rolled his eyes and walked faster, they went up a few flights of stairs in silence and when they got to the doors that separated them from the infirmary. Sherlock pushed open the dark brown door and gestured for the Doctor to walk inside. There was a few students there but no one Sherlock and the Doctor actually knew. Sherlock walked up to Madame Pomfrey with the Doctor in tow behind him. Her warm brown gaze flicked over Sherlock and then the Doctor, she shook her head and clicked her tongue.

"First years," she laughed "always falling off of your brooms. Don't worry Doc, I got a potion that will have your arm fixed in no time."

The Doctor nodded "Yeah, not the first time I broke this bloody thing...and not the first time I fell more than thirty feet."

Sherlock blinked while Madame Pomfrey laughed as she pulled a small bottle from a cabinet and poured a clear liquid into a cup. She handed it to the Doctor, who drank it and when he was finished wrinkled his nose in disgust. Sherlock chuckled in amusement as Madame Pomfrey smiled warmly.

"It should be healed up by tomorrow," she said "you're very lucky it wasn't worse. Well, fall injuries are funny are like that."

The Doctor smiled and said "Thank you."

Before he could turn away Madame Pomfrey grabbed his arm and put on a brace for his wrist, luckily it was easily concealable by his cloak. The healer smiled before herding them to the door "You're welcome. Remember, visit any time you like now it's time for you two to pop off for lunch."

Sherlock nodded and pulled the Doctor along. It was a little while before they got to the great hall and when they arrived, they found that a lot of Ravenclaw students were clustered around the Gryffindor table. They decided to join the commotion and when they got to the group Amy ran up.

"Where have you been?" she asked, a smile on her face as she bounced along excitedly "Haven't you heard?"

"What?" The Doctor asked "What's so exciting?"

Amy smiled "They've cancelled classes for the rest of the day! Apparently we're having a day off because the teachers are having an important meeting. So, a whole bunch of First years are going to the docks to just hang out and go swimming, it's still pretty warm out for August."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and glanced at the Hufflepuff table to find a little girl looking everywhere for something. He nodded "Have fun with that, I'll meet you guys later."

Amy nodded, her eyebrow raised with suspicion before she dragged the Doctor and Rory after John, who was already ahead of them. Sherlock continued on towards the girl and when he reached her, he saw that the girl was covered in dry grass from the owl tower. She seemed panicked and Sherlock placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump.

"What's wrong?" he asked, the girl turned towards him, instantly her cheeks flushed pink "Did you lose something?"

The girl nodded, honey-colored eyes meeting his silver-blue ones "Yeah, some seventh year Gryffindors took the pocket watch my grandmother gave me and threw it out the window of the owl tower, I've been looking for it everywhere."

"What's your name?" Sherlock asked.

"Molly," she said, eyes glancing past him before adding "Molly, Hooper."

Sherlock smiled and said "Well then Molly Hooper, show me where they threw it out the window. I'll help you find it."

She nodded and lead him away, a firm grasp on his wrist as she tugged him along. Sherlock didn't say a word until they were at the staircase that lead to the top of the owl tower. He started up the old stone staircase as Molly trailed behind, trying to get a glance of her lost pocket watch but to no avail. Once at the top of the stairs he turned towards Molly and asked,

"The threw it out from that window there," Sherlock said, pointing to the farthest window, thankfully not facing the lake "and from the heavier footprints and the amount of unsettled straw, obviously tells they were pushing you around and from this angle...let me guess, you pushed them away from the window when they threw it?"

Molly nodded an eyebrow raised as she said "Yeah, that fat oaf was going to throw it and I pushed him. He deserved it...the big idiot."

"Most people are." Sherlock grinned, silver-blue eyes glinting in the sunlight as he stuck his head out the window "Well, Molly, apparently when you pushed him it didn't fly correct and if I'm right it should be stuck in one of the outdoor owl roosts."

Molly nodded, eyes wide at Sherlock's ability to see these things. He slowly lowered himself out of the window as his hand reached inside the outdoor roost, which was just a large dent or breaking in the stone that went unfixed and owls nested so no one touched them. He felt old straw and feathers, nothing more and then his hand met something smooth and hard. He pulled it out to find a small bird skull, a sparrow he guessed. Sherlock quickly pocketed that before moving to the next one. This time his hand grasped around a small silver chain, he pulled it out to find a silver pocket watch.

"Molly!" Sherlock said loudly, holding up the watch as she peeped her head out "I got it!"

"That's great Sherlock!" she called back "Can you get back up or no?"

Sherlock nodded, a smile on his face as he said "No, I'm fine, I can get up on my own. Here, catch."

The young detective tossed the watch up and Molly's small hands snatched around it as he climbed back inside the roost. Once inside he said "Well then, we should be off. Looks like it's going to rain soon. Besides, you don't even have your cloak to keep you dry."

Sherlock gazed up at the owls, only to see a large black owl watching him, it's green eyes boring into him as it hooted. Sherlock ignored the bird and turned back to Molly and said "No one wants to get caught in the rain, especially you, trust me, a nightmare for hair."

Molly nodded, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as she started towards the door, Sherlock in step beside her. Thunder rolled and the first few droplets came down as the walked down the stairs, next thing the rain began to pour down in silver sheets. They ran but they weren't even halfway to the castle, before Molly knew what was happening, Sherlock had slipped off his cloak and used it as an umbrella to prevent them from getting wetter. Once they got inside Sherlock folded his cloak over his arm and turned towards Molly.

"Well," he said, a smile on his face as he continued "I better be off to the common room, I have some potions homework to work on."

The Hufflepuff nodded, a smile on her face as she looked at the ground, face turning red as she said "Same, thanks for helping me find it Sherlock. See you around then?"

"See ya." Sherlock said with a smile as he turned away, leaving Molly standing alone in the hallway face read as her heart pounded in her chest. They didn't notice the owl from the tower flying past the window before shifting into a cloaked figure and walking into the school building.