Sherlock-Potterverse

Dear Mum and Dad, I wrote to you two days ago about the adventure of Mike's gobstones and I mentioned that there was a story behind my first lesson on the second Monday. Well, here it is… . . . On Monday, John went to his first lesson. Sherlock had found a secret passageway which led to the third floor without having to use the Grand Staircase and so avoiding another confrontation from Anderson. They waited in line outside the door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. "So, who's the teacher?" John asked Sherlock sniffed, "Head of Slytherin, Professor Baskerville. He's quite vile" "He can't be that bad!" Mike snorted, "J

The station was busier than usual. Commuters bustled here and there, occasionally shooting a muttered apology to the ground. John took it all in eagerly. He had been to Kings Cross on several occasions before but this time was different. "The professor lady said one 'o'clock!" John's mother cried as she pushed John and his dad across the platforms, "It's ten to, we're cutting it really fine!" John searched over people's heads, looking for the right barrier. There, platforms nine and ten. "There it is! There it is!" he squeaked with excitement He sprinted through the crowd. "John!" John stopped in front of the barrier between platforms

John stared at Sherlock "But how?" he asked Sherlock ignored him, deep in thought, and walked toward the greenhouse door. John was left rooted to the spot in disbelief. How on Earth did Sherlock figure it out? Something touched John's shoulder. He shrugged it off "Don't try to scare me again, Sherlock, it won't work this time" John turned to look at Sherlock, except he wasn't there. John threw his wandlight over the greenhouse "Sherlock?" Then something tightened around his neck. John choked and dropped his wand as he threw his hands up. Something brittle and thick had grabbed him around his throat and it squeezed even harder the mor