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Sherlock Holmes was one of the first-years in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His family was literally suspicious about the sorting hat's decision of letting Sherlock be in Ravenclaw because his brother Mycroft and sister Euros both graduated from Slytherin. However, Sherlock himself seemed didn't care about which house he would be in. Not like all the other people, he could explore the deeper sides of the others by observing them, since he was five.
It was common for his parents to get phone calls from the teachers and said Sherlock got into trouble again, by doing "deductions". He knew that his classmates always called him "a freak". However, he believed that sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side, but he realized he was wrong after he met John Watson.
On the first day of September, our story starts, Sherlock met John on the Hogwarts express on his first day attending Hogwarts.
Sherlock walked into the platform nine and three-quarters calmly, as Mycroft and Euros always did in the past seven years.
The station was filled with parents, students, and pets in cages, all waiting to board the Hogwarts Express and start another school year. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd; the owls nipped at the lock in the cage, hoping to stretch their wings and fly around in the station.
As he passed the scarlet steam engine, he saw some kids almost crying while waving their hands and saying goodbye to their parents. They looked terrified about going to school without their parents.
The first-years were always the most nervous group every year, Sherlock thought as he heard the kids crying loudly.
"Boring!" Sherlock moaned and leaned his trolley forward to the train. He didn't understand the point for most of the people being sentiment all the time.
"Take care of yourself, brother mine!" When he was loading his packages onto the train, he could still hear Mycroft's annoying voice echoing behind him.
"Excuse me...excuse me." Sherlock was bumped by the children running on the train. The train was about to leave the station, but all he wanted was to find a quiet compartment and read. However, he stopped when he finally reached the last compartment, because there was already a person sitting in there. A blond boy was wearing a big robe and holding a little teddy bear in his arms, set by the window and waving to his family who was on the platform.
"H-Hullo...” the small blond boy stuttered as he had noticed the strange boy who was standing outside the compartment and looking at him grimly. Sherlock simply stared at him, and blinked confusingly, seemed unsure of how to handle this kind of situation. The boy looking quite nervous, but then continued and smiled, “My name’s John. John Watson. Are you... looking for a place to sit?” John noticed that he was tall, probably towers over kids his age. The black silk robe made his skin look paler than it was, and the grey-blue eyes were flashing under the dark fluffy curly hair.
Sherlock stared at the boy's twinkling brown eyes and slid the glass door eventually. Then he sat next to him and sighed, "Sherlock Holmes."
After Sherlock sat down beside John, he started to introduce himself enthusiastically. Curious, full of integrity, and a willful young boy with shining eyes glowing like the setting sun, and a dream of being a soldier, Sherlock thought. He initially decided to find a quiet carriage to continue reading the book about Hogwarts's history, but now, he suddenly felt it would be nice to sit beside the blond boy.
Three hours after the train left, right after John fell asleep, Sherlock finally got a chance to open his book.
However, he suddenly felt something leaning on his right shoulder. "Wait...John, John?" Sherlock asked hastily. The jolt of the train reclined John's head onto Sherlock's shoulder.
There were still three hours long before the train arrived at Hogwarts station; he can't sleep like this for all-time! His neck will certainly go numb! Sherlock shouted in his mind. He now felt regretted that he had chosen to sit beside John instead of opposite him. There was a minute that he hesitated to wake him up, but when he saw John’s blond head lying quietly on his shoulder again, he gave up.
Well, it wouldn't be harmful to him unless it wouldn't be like Mycroft ordering him to obey his parent's demands of cleaning his room. Otherwise, John looks really tired, he only slept four hours last night due to the anxiety and excitement about going to school alone, Sherlock thought.
Unfortunately, he observed from the corner of his eyes that some girls were whispering outside their compartment.
They seemed to be misunderstanding his relationship with John Watson. Sherlock felt he must be blushed right now. He never had any friends before, except Redbeard, but now they thought he had a boyfriend!
The only thing he could do now is to focus on reading, therefore to avoid eye contact with other students’ weird gaze while they passed their compartment.
Five minutes before the train arrived at Hogwarts station, John woke up dazedly.
Sherlock took off the scarf that he wore on John since the air conditioner was cold after the night came. John stared at Sherlock blankly and squeezed his stiff neck, then asking confusingly, "Umm...I'm sorry, where are we right now?" He seems didn't know that he slept all the way leaning on Sherlock's shoulder.
"Five minutes arrive at Hogsmeade." Sherlock looked at the scattered lights outside the window and said indifferently.
Did I do anything that made him angry? John asked himself in his mind again, and again, he felt a sense of guilt. Sherlock observed him from the reflection of the window, he tied his blue scarf and sigh, "We'd better start to pack our luggage, John. I don't want to be the last one."
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. When Sherlock and John got out of the train, the tiny, dark platform was already quickly packed with people. John shivered in the cold night air and followed Sherlock walking through the crowd. He felt lucky that Sherlock was tall and easy to find in the stream of students. Then a booming voice with a lamp bobbing over the heads of students came toward them, “Firs’- years! Firs’- years over here! C’mon, don’t be shy!” Hagrid’s big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.
All the first-years followed Hagrid cautiously down to a steep, narrow path, there was no light except the lamp bobbing head with Hagrid, John thought there must be covered by thick trees down to the end.
To his surprise, there was a great black lake waiting for them at the end of the narrow trail. Hagrid waved his hand to them and started to manage the fleets of little boats, then Sherlock and John were followed into their boat by another two girls. The boats were gliding across the black lake, and the smooth lake shone under the moonlight. Everyone was silent, staring up at the outline of the dark towers castle became closer.
When Hagrid led them up to the gigantic castle gate, there was a tall, grey-haired witch in green robes standing there and looking at them sternly.
“As usual, Professor McGonagall, the firs’- years,” Hagrid smiled.
“Thank you Hagrid, I will take them to the Great Hall.”
She pulled the gate wider and turned back to them. The entrance hall was lit with the flaming torches, and the gothic exquisite hollow ceiling was too high to achieve. John stood in the crowd and was stunned as all the other students. They didn’t know what was waiting for them in the upcoming extraordinary year.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” said Professor McGonagall with a high-pitch echo in the hall.