BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Potterlock: The Sorting

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"Sherlock Holmes," yelled out the taller old lady with a large scroll in hand. A kid, who looked like had hit his growth spurt early, stepped out amongst the crowd. His back was turned so no one could see his bright eyes and the way they fought against the darkness of his curly hair. He walked up to the stool that stood in main view of the Great Hall. As he turned, he felt the stare of all the students, new and old, watching him carefully. Where would he go? What house would gain another member? In the back of the group of first years, a young girl with mousy brown hair watched him with young love in her eyes. 

Professor McGonagall set the sorting hat on his head, the material so worn that it itched his ears slightly. He sat, waiting patiently for the hat to begin talking. From somewhere off to the left, at the Ravenclaw table, he knew his brother was watching him. 

"Nervous are we?" came a grisly voice from above him. "A rare feeling for you, Sherlock Holmes."  Sherlock took a moment to remind himself to breathe. Never had he met anyone, or anything, that could deduce him like he and his brother could deduce anyone else. He was slightly annoyed, and finally seemed to understand how others felt. "One word keeps coming up in my mind.. intelligent." Sherlock nodded, already knowing he would be placed in Ravenclaw. "But so does another word, however that is yours to figure out," whispered the hat before yelling out a hearty "RAVENCLAW!"

Cheers erupted from the table, all except from Mycroft, who clapped lightly. That was the most approval Sherlock had ever received from him. He walked quickly to the table, taking the first seat he saw. Everyone around him introduced themselves, and immediately he knew he wouldn't like being around so many people for so long. 

"John Watson," called Professor McGonagall, and Sherlock's head snapped up. The boy he had met on the train, probably the closest he had ever come to having a friend, approached the stool nervously. The train ride had not been long enough, he could've stayed in that compartment forever talking to him. The hat was placed on his head, and instantly it began its deductions. "Interesting..." said the hat. "You seem to be fearless, ready to throw yourself into harms way at all times, ready to save the ones you love at whatever costs. GRYFFINDOR!"

Sherlock's shoulders drooped a little, but since Gryffindor's table was right next to Ravenclaw's, John walked over and sat right across the aisle from Sherlock. "We can still hang out yeah?" asked John as people patted his back and shook his hand. Sherlock nodded, a real smile breaking through his lips. 

More first years were sorted, the names going in one ear and out the other. Molly Hooper, Hufflepuff. Jim Moriarty, Slytherin. Mary Morstan, Gryffindor. All insignificants.  

The feast went by and before he knew it, Sherlock was up in his dormitory climbing under his covers and reanalyzing the day gone past in his mind. It was an okay day, overwhelming to say the least, and he knew it would take awhile to mull over all the new information and experiences. That night he fell asleep, and in his dreams, Jim Moriarty came at him with the fangs of a snake and shedding skin. 

A/N

Short update.

For those of you who like the Potterlock - what should the next chapter be about? Or should I just start a new Potterlock book???????? 

For those of you who have never read HP and read this - READ HP!

Okay see ya soon children