Sherlock x John HP Cross over Prologue

John Watson grew up like all the other wizard families; playing quidditch, envying over the latest broom model, and waiting for the letter from Hogwarts.

But, John noticed that when all the other boys went out to play, they always excluded one boy. One dark, curly haired boy with grey / blue eyes. John, was curious about this boy, but he was too shy to go up to him.

Then, one day, when John was happily playing with the other boys, he noticed some of them go off, but didn't really pay attention to it. Until he noticed them forming a circle around something.

Curious, yet wary, he silently walked up to them and stood on his tippy-toes to try and see what was happening as the crowd got thicker.

The boy was in the middle, looking slightly panicked, a sneer on his face.

Several of the other little boys, shoved the boy, taunting him, and John felt anger roll over him. He was slightly confused; John didn't feel anger all that often, except when his sister was involved.

"Hey!" John yelled angrily, shoving boys out of his stocky body's way.

Several of the boys turned and looked at him curiously, but didn't pay him any attention. He burst into the centre of the ring and shoved the boys away from the dark haired one, who was on his butt, dirt in his hair where some of the boys had flung it at him.

The boys stumbled back in surprise, more from the fact John, John Watson of all people, had stood up to them than the fact that John had shoved them.

"Get out of the way, Johnny boy," one, John remembered his name was Jim, sneered, and all the other boys laughed.

"No."

John glared at the boys, then slowly turned around and extended his hand to the boy, giving him a smile.

The dark haired boy looked at his hand in shock, before his eyes narrowed and he searched John's face with his grey eyes. John didn't waver, his eyes locked on the boys, and his smile genuine. The boy, seemed to find that he wasn't faking, and after a long second, he took John's hand hesitantly and allowed John to pull him up.

"Aw, look, Sherlock's got a friend!" Another boy sneered.

"Leave him alone!" John snapped, glaring at all the boys, feeling satisfied when more than half of them flinched.

"Or what?"

"Or you will all answer to me," a cold, authoritative voice said from behind the boys.

Sherlock slowly grinned, turning to face the boy, tugging John with him by the hand as the boys scattered in fear.

Swallowing, John suddenly felt nervous.

This boy was clearly older than John, who was only 10, and looked like he was a second year in Hogwarts.

He was wearing dark, formal clothing, an umbrella in his right hand, his face stern as he glared at the younger boys.

John hid slightly behind Sherlock, as they got closer to the boy.

Sherlock, smiled back at him over his shoulder and stopped in front of the boy.

"Sherlock, how many times do I have to tell you! You need to let me know when they are picking on you," the boy said sternly, bending down and staring into Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock glanced away sullenly," I know, Mycroft. But look!" he exclaimed excitedly, tugging John forward," I made a new friend! He stuck up for me!"

John felt himself flush slightly as Mycroft turned his gaze on John.

"Those boys were being unfair," he muttered, looking at the ground.

He didn't realise he was still holding Sherlock's hand, until the other boy tugged him to his side, standing in front of John. "You're making him uncomfortable!" Sherlock objected angrily.

Mycroft let out a laugh. "I'm sorry. What's your name, then, friend of Sherlock's?" he said softly, a smile clear in his voice.

John looked up at him uncertainly. "John. John Watson," he squeaked, flushing.

Mycroft's smile grew. "Well, John Watson, I'm Mycroft Holmes, thank you for looking after my brother," and with that, he stood, ruffling both the boy's hair affectionately and walked off.

Suddenly realising he was still clutching Sherlock's hand, he let go.

Sherlock poked his tongue out at his brother's retreating back, then turned to John, grinning.

"Thank you for sticking up for me! No one's ever done that before..." Sherlock said softly in wonder, looking directly into John's eyes.

"It was the right thing to do, all those other boys were being jerks," John told him, feeling slightly mesmerised by those grey, intelligent eyes.

The moment was broken by John's sister hollering at him. "John! It's dinner time! Get back in here this instant!"

John pulled a sour face in the direction of his sister.

Sherlock chuckled softly, eyes bright.

"I gotta go, bye Sherlock!" John said, smiling and waving as he started walking home.

"Wait!" Sherlock called after him. John turned and stared at him in confusion. "We're friends, right? I'll see you again?"

John grinned. "You try and stop me!"

"John! Now!" His sister, Harry, yelled.

Rolling his eyes, John waved goodbye again to Sherlock and jogged home.

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John and Sherlock became good friends over the summer holidays. Sherlock watched John's back, and John watched Sherlock's.

A week before the end of the summer, on his 11th birthday, John got the letter. The letter all wizardry children dream of. The letter from Hogwarts.

Excited, John had snuck out of his bedroom window and raced along the familiar path to Sherlock's house (well, it was more like a mansion). Sherlock had received his letter several weeks earlier, and John had snuck over to his house so many times it wouldn't surprise him any more.

Quickly scaling the tree that grew adjacent to Sherlock's window, John had no problem opening the window (Sherlock always kept it unlocked for him) and slid inside, practically bursting with excitement.

He had excepted to wake up Sherlock, but Sherlock was already awake, sitting up on his bed, a present wrapped neatly in front of him with a card.

Sherlock grinned at John's dumbfounded expression. "Happy birthday!" Sherlock whispered, patting the bed to indicate he should sit.

Still in shock slightly and clutching his letter firmly in his hand, he obeyed, padding lightly over to his friend's bed and sitting in front of Sherlock.

Grinning, he proudly showed Sherlock his letter "Look! I got in! I got into Hogwarts!" he yelled in an excited whisper.

Eyes sparkling mischievously, Sherlock snatched the letter from John, and leaned backwards, holding it from John's reach.

Grinning, John tackled Sherlock to his bed, reaching in vain for the letter, knowing damn well that Sherlock would only give it back if John either begged or took it from him.

Stretching his arms as far as they could go, John cursed his shortness and his friends tallness.

Grinning in amusement, Sherlock leant up and pressed a quick kiss to John's cheek.

John froze, feeling butterflies filling his stomach, and Sherlock quickly took advantage of it.

He grabbed John's shoulders and pushed him back, smirking as John's back hit the bed. He held the letter tauntingly in front of John, then laughed and grabbed his present, pushing it into John's arms, watching him expectantly.

Mentally shaking himself, John smiled up at Sherlock and shoved him off, sitting up and opening the card carefully first.

Smiling as he read Sherlock's hand made card, he felt a strange, warm sensation in his stomach.

He gently set the card down, making sure it wouldn't get ruined,and picked up Sherlock's gift. He looked up at Sherlock and saw him grinning in satisfaction, obviously sure that John would love his gift.

Curiosity piqued, John ripped away the wrapping paper and gaped in astonishment. It was an owl cage. But not only an owl cage, it also had an owl in it!

Eyes wide in shock, John stared at the fluffy black owl, who turned and blinked amazing blue eyes at John.

"Oh, Sherlock! Thank you! But... aren't owls expensive?" John breathed, unable to take his eyes away from the owl.

Sherlock's soft chuckle had him looking up. The owl reminded John of Sherlock, the colour of its feathers were the same colour as Sherlock's hair, and it's eyes held the same sharp intelligence.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed playfully. "John, don't even THINK of trying to return this," he said, in a low voice, eyes glimmering.

John smiled, and unlocked the cage, gingerly reaching a hand in.

The owl gave a low hoot and fluttered onto John's finger, giving him and affectionate nibble.

John laughed, this was by far the best birthday ever!

A huge yawn over came John, and he glanced at the clock. 3 am! Sherlock's eyes softened, and he took the owl from John, gently placing him back in the cage and putting the cage on his desk along with John's card.

Then he went back over to John. "Go to sleep, John," he murmured, indicating with his hand for John to lie down under his blankets. "I'll wake you up before dawn."

As John was drifting off to sleep, warm and safe in Sherlock's bed, he felt Sherlock cuddle up with him and could have sworn he felt soft lips on his forehead.

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Chattering excitedly to Harry and his parents, John couldn't wait to board the Hogwarts Express! Harry chuckled, and his parents beamed at him as they were called to board the train. Kissing his parents on the cheek, he tugged Harry along, moaning for her to hurry up.

Laughing happily, Harry waved by to their parents and walked at a leisurely pace with her younger brother to the train. Dashing off as soon as he could, he immediately spotted Sherlock sitting in a compartment by himself.

Opening the doors, he grinned as he spotted his friend, and closed the door behind him, bursting with excitement, and put his luggage on the shelf. Well, he tried to anyway. Laughing heartily at him, Sherlock stood and grabbed John's luggage, placing it on the shelf John's shorter frame couldn't reach.

"Thanks, Sher," John said, the name rolling off of his tongue before he cold stop it.

Sherlock froze, looking down at John, a strange expression in his eyes.

"What did you just call me?" he asked softly, keeping eye contact and making John squirm slightly, a light flush creeping up his neck.

"Sher," John mumbled softly, feeling embarrassed.

Sherlock jumped off of the seat and landed right in front of John, grinning.

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The rest of the trip was enjoyable, both of them excited to finally be going to Hogwarts.

When the Sorting finally came up, John looked up the line and saw Sherlock standing tall, eyes blazing with excitement.

"Holmes, Sherlock," the professor called (John had already forgotten her name in the excitement).

Sherlock walked up and sat on the stool, the hat placed carefully on his head. After several long moments, the hat exclaimed loudly, "Ravenclaw!"

Sherlock beamed, turning slightly to face John before going off to join the Ravenclaw table.

After another minute, it was John's turn. "Watson, John."

Nervous, John walked up the stage and sat down on the stool, the hat placed on his head.

'Hmm, very nice. Very nice indeed. Brave, strong. Loyal,' the voice of the hat sounded in his head. 'Yes, I think you will be a...'

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled.

John felt a brief flash of disappointment, but covered it immediately, grinning happily.

At least he was in the same house as Harry, he thought happily, walking over to the cheering Gryffindor table.

He took a seat next to a girl, who turned and smiled at him.

He looked across the tables and caught Sherlock looking at him, mouth twisted into a scowl.

He gave Sherlock a small smile.

He had always thought that they would be in the same house...