Various x Reader

Sherlock x Reader

I was sitting in my apartment, 221C, reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Mrs. Hudson was out, so I had no company, except for Sherlock upstairs. He usually leaves me alone...unless he wants tea...or food...or for me to help him on a case...but he had been unusually quiet today. If I wasn't too immersed in the wizarding world, I probably would have been concerned.

I had decided to reread the entire series for the 20th time. Let's be realistic, Harry Potter cannot be resisted. Although, I never could decide whether or not I would be a part of Dumbledore's Army or the Death Eaters, but that's life.

Then, Voldemort killed Snape and I decided I was against him. Until that point, I can't decide, even if I already know Snape dies.

My life stinks.

Wait a minute...what if Hogwarts actually exists?

With that, I placed the open book in my lap and stared up at the ceiling.

What if J.K. Rowling is actually a witch who can see the future and thought it was a good idea to record what she foresaw so that people would know, but somehow it got leaked into the muggle world?

Yes. That is very probable. I bet I'm a witch and I got my memory obliviated...

At that moment, something happened that seriously terrified me. It scared me.

A loud BANG was heard upstairs, followed by several others. I jumped up, dropping my book in the process and effectively losing my page, which caused me to scowl. I picked up the book and ran up the stairs, listening to what my trained ears recognized as gunshots.

"Sherlock!" I yelled, running over to him. "Dammit Sherlock, give me the gun." I demanded, snatching it from him.

"Bored." He said simply.

I glared at him. "I am constantly bored, but you don't see me shooting the wall."

"You would if you had a gun." He countered.

"Irrelevant. Try reading a book." I suggested.

"They're all boring."

Suddenly, an idea came to me and I grinned. "Perfect! You're bored! I have a case for you! Would you like to hear it? You would, wouldn't you? Oh, this is going to be great! There isn't a way you wouldn't be able to do it! Hurry up, think you have to solve it and-"

"(F/N)." Sherlock deadpanned.

I shook my head. "Right. Sorry. I want you to find Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts doesn't exist." Sherlock stated, standing up.

I frowned. "Yes, it would seem that way, but I have discovered that J.K. Rowling is a witch who can see the future and wrote down all of her predictions but the books some how got out of her hands and into the muggle world so now she has to pretend that none of them are real and-"

"This is the hundredth time that I have told you Hogwarts does not exist. Are you an idiot or just insane?" Sherlock demanded, interrupting me again.

I glared at him again. "Says the one who spends most of his time talking to himself in an imaginary place that exists only in his mind." With that, I stalked off. "Speak, shoot, or generally bother me again tonight and I will behead you."