Hello readers! I'm sorry for the wait. Band camp was extremely tiring and I had no time to update. I was also working on another story which I recently published on this site. It is a series of one-shots about John Watson being stubborn through his life. In similar news, my school starts on Monday, meaning I will have less time to update, but more time to write. So here it is!

John couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't get the last six hours out of his head. First his cousin gets some crazy idea. the next she's dragging him to the Hufflepuff house to meet Sherlock Holmes. Who the 'ell names their kid Sherlock? Why was he in that lab? Why would he need a study buddy? He seems pretty smart. Who is Sherlock Holmes?

Getting tired of just laying there, John stood up and started pacing. I need to look him up. I need to find out who he is. How can I do that? It's not like he's going to be in the newspaper or something, he's just a kid. I won't find him in a book either. He's too young. ER! This is so irritating! John sighed with exasperation and stooped down to look through his trunk as quietly as possible, so he didn't wake anyone else up. Searching through his possessions, he found one of Harriet's magazines. Not bothering to wonder why she had put it there, he skipped to looking through it because on the cover, there a title that said, 'A Guide to Deduction, by Sherlock Holmes'. Finding the chapter by the young mysterious boy, he read through the entire thing. Apparently this kid said he could tell a pilot by his thumb and a Ministry worker by their robes. Interesting...he thought to himself, digging around again to see if there were any other magazines.

No such luck. The only other thing Holmes related was in the Daily Prophet about his father doing business with the Ministry. Not that that wasn't enough to know that Sherlock's family was a big deal. It told John that he shouldn't continue his acquaintance with Sherlock. It also told him that he would continue his acquaintance with Sherlock. He had a habit of not doing the thing that was best for his safety and sanity. With that in mind, John Watson found he was finally able to fall asleep. Not that it was an extremely restful sleep, but it was sleep nevertheless.

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At eight p.m. the next day, John found his way to the library, and searched for Isle 221 B. 'The Science of Deduction' the isle was called, much to John's confusion. What in the world is the science of deduction? John asked himself.

"Hello, John Watson. I see you found your way," a deep voice said from behind him. Turning around, he saw the tall dark haired Sherlock Holmes standing before him, with his hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Uh, yeah. And it's just John, alright?" John replied, masking his shock about how quiet the other boy was.

"Alright, then just call me Sherlock," Sherlock answered.

"Okay..." John replied, the two finding themselves in a bit of an awkward silence.

"Well, it took you long enough to get he-"

"Says the one who got here after me," John interrupted sarcastically.

Sherlock seemed taken aback slightly at the comment but continued, "-re, but here you are. 'Home sweet home' as they say."

"Yeah, as they say. 'The Science of Deduction', an interesting choice. I thought wizards pointed and laughed at science," John commented.

"Yes, well, most wizards do, but I do not. I find it fascinating, depending on the area of study. Anyway, with is the science of deduction, not some other muggle rubbish like marine biology," Sherlock hissed in reply.

"Yes well, I still think it's still a bit strange to find in a magic school's library," John said under his breath.

"You should. Most people do,"

That irritated John slightly. He liked being like everyone else, but he still got annoyed when he was grouped with them. As much as he liked being 'normal', he didn't like it when others thought of him as so. He also didn't like it when people thought they were above him.

"Well are we going to stand here all evening or are we actually going to go in?" John asked shortly.

"Go right ahead," Sherlock replied, seemingly pleased with the response he got from John.

The isle was a mess. There were papers scattered everywhere. Books were messily stacked on piles on tables and on the floor. There was also a skull on one of the shelves, which was worth noticing. It was surprising how messy the place was, since it was only the second day back to Hogwarts, but there is was.

"So... what do you think? Is it workable?" Sherlock asked walking in behind John.

"It's a bit messy..." John replied.

"Yes, well, I can certainly tidy up..." Sherlock replied quickly grabbing some papers and attempting to put them in a neat pile.

"It's alright, Ho- I mean Sherlock. Don't worry about it," John said picking up a scrap of newspaper that said, 'World Cup Disaster! House Elf to Blame?'. John quickly read the article then rolled his eyes in disgust.

"What do you think of this?" John asked, tossing the paper to the other boy, who was looking on a shelf for something.

Catching the paper and skimming over the article and replied, "I was going to ask you the same question..." and continued his search.

"So..." John said sitting down, not liking the silence, "I looked you up last night..."

"Oh? Anything interesting?"

"I found your column in a magazine. Also your dad in the newspaper working with the Ministry," John replied.

"Bah. Father's business is boring. Did you find anything interesting in my column?"

"You said something about being able to tell a quittich player by their stance and a muggleborn simply by their eyes," John answered.

"You don't seem to believe that it's true," Sherlock murmured, "but if it wasn't true, then how did I know you were a muggleborn yourself?"

"Why are we here today? We haven't learned anything yet!"

"I merely wanted to show you-" Suddenly a 6th year Gryffendor burst into their isle.

"Ah, Lestrade! I assume something is different this time?" Sherlock inquired.

Lestrade nodded and replied,"There's a note."

"Yes well, thank you. Where is it this time?" Sherlock asked.

"Second floor girl's bathroom," Lestrade replied.

"Thank you, Lestrade. You're always so helpful. We'll see you there! Off you go!" Sherlock exclaimed dramatically. Lestrade gave a nod and left. As soon as he was out of earshot Sherlock cried, "Triple homicide, and now a note! Oh, Mrs. Hudson, it's like Christmas!"

"Oh dear. You're to happy. It's never good when you're this happy," Mrs. Hudson the librarian exclaimed as Sherlock hopped with joy then rushed out of the library.

"Oh but you're staying right? You seem more like the sitting down type like me. What with your leg-"

"SCREW MY LEG!" John shouted slamming his fist onto the table, "Sorry! I'm sorry."

"It's alright dear, I understand. I've got my hip." She replied scurrying off to organize some books.

"You're a doctor. An army doctor at that," Sherlock said appearing at the entrance putting on gloves and fixing his Ravenclaw scarf.

"Yes..."

"Any good?"

"Yes. Very. Good,"

"Seen a lot of injuries? A lot of violent deaths?"

"Yes. Enough for a lifetime, far to much,"

"Want to see some more?"

"Oh god yes," John said limping off after the ever mysterious Sherlock Holmes.

Oh! I almost left it at Sherlock leaving and John following with a sigh. BUT I DIDN'T! YOU'RE WELCOME! Anyway, I really enjoyed that ending. So, PLEASE tell me how much YOU enjoyed it by reviewing, favoriting, and/ or following!