Sherlock-Potterverse

-From the diary of John Watson Today was a strange day. Definitely strange. Who would have imagined that I have broken more rules on this day than in all the five years I pass here at Hogwarts? It all started this morning, during Transfiguration. I was later than usual, so I decided to sit in the last row before the teacher arrived and began the lesson. However, the only empty seat was next to a Slytherin student. We Gryffindors are not frowned upon by that mob, so I was thinking of whether or not I should choose another spot, when the teacher entered in the classroom. I was the only one still standing, so he sent me a dirty look fr

Breakfast with Sherlock was full of curiosities. First of all, Sherlock refused to even go near the Hufflepuff table. John hadn't really asked why that was, because he assumed that Slytherins had their own ways of dealing with people, even if those ways didn't make a whole lot of sense to average, kind human beings. But then when they sat down to the Slytherin table, they sat at the very end where no one else was, and absolutely nobody greeted Sherlock as he began to prepare his tea, stirring a silver spoon in his mug with a bored expression on his face. "Sherlock, why are we sitting apart from everyone else in your house?" John ventured, as

Sherlock nursed his scratched hand, thinking up creative things to say to Mycroft the next time he saw him. No spells of course, Sherlock wasn't that angry. But he wasn't about to let his big brother get off scot-free after that damned bird he'd given Sherlock had drawn blood from the back of his hand with its hideous talons. Mycroft was going to be force fed a piece of Sherlock's mind, and Sherlock was determined to make sure the experience left a bitter taste in his pudgy brother's big fat mouth. A squeak interrupted Sherlock's train of thought, not for the first time that morning. The door to the compartment Sherlock Holmes sat in was ope

"Why am I in Gryffindor?" "What do you mean, John?"  Sherlock looked up from his potions homework to study his sandy haired companion. "My mum was in Hufflepuff… so was my dad… my sister too.  And yet I was placed in Gryffindor."  John stared at his homework for a long moment, thinking.  "Come to think of it the only time I show any Gryffindor like qualities is when I'm following you around.  And yet you're not in Gryffindor." "No, I most certainly am not."  Sherlock smirked, idly touching his blue scarf.  "I prefer to leave the heroic deeds to you." "Come to think of it… why are you in Ravenclaw?  I heard the Holmes' were

Sherlock stepped out of the carriage and was about to walk up the path towards the school when he cried out in shock. His blood froze and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. All Sherlock could do was gape, horrified, at the coldblooded and freakish creature that stood before him. Its daunting white eyes stared vacantly at Sherlock, who was starting to quiver. The creature raised its ugly black head and unfurled huge leathery wings. Sherlock would have called it a horse if not for the obvious extra features and if it actually had flesh. It looked as though the scaly skin was clinging to nothing but the creature's bizarre skeleton. Th