AN: HEY-O Guys! I know... I Know... I'm the worst human ever. You don't have to tell me. I'm starting a new story, and I never finished my old ones... Dx Go ahead an hate me. And please, enjoy my story!

Disclaimer: Well... I'm not very wealthy, and most definitely NOT British(no matter how much I wish I was) so, I don't own either Sherlock, or Harry Potter. T_T

Word Count: 1742 Words approximately

The silhouette of a young man was cast on the dark window in the top bedroom of a house in a small country town in England. The boy in the window sat in the same place every day. Where else would he go? The mundane world outside bored him, and he found that it gave him time to organize his thoughts when he stared out the window, watching cloud shapes shift and form as he thought about different things. What he didn't realize is that the clouds changing didn't cause his thoughts to shift. His changing thoughts caused the shapes in the clouds to change.

The boy's parents peered in the room at him, he was only just eleven, but he already showed so much promise. Of course, the older of their children like to make the boy out to seem like an imbecile, which was hardly true. The two shared a look, obviously mentally arguing over who was going to go into the room to talk to the young male.

His mother sighed, and stepped into the room. "Sherlock, sweetie. It's about time we talked about what you're going to do come September." She said, walking over to him holding three envelopes. "You can either go to school where Mikey went, or you can go to one of the other schools. But you need to choose one, so that we can take you to get your school supplies."

Silvery-blue eyes turned on their mother, a bored look on the pre-teen's face. "I will go to Hogwarts, Mother."

"Now Sherlock are you s-"

"Yes Mother. I hardly want to go to school at Durmstrang. And I cannot see myself in that insufferable blue color of those uniforms for the next seven years." He said softly, looking back out the window.

"Oh good! Then open this, and we can go buy your school supplies soon!" His mother said, dropping the letter in her son's lap, secretly happy he hadn't chosen Durmstrang like her oldest had, or Beauxbatons, because she too could not see him in those powder blue uniforms.

After the boy's mother had left the room, he looked down at the letter, thin fingers wrapping around it, and he lifted it to his face, looking at his name in the fancy scrawl. He sighed and turned the letter over, breaking the red wax seal, the school crest ingraining itself in his mind.

He withdrew the letter from the envelope, and looked down at it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Holmes,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

He put that letter to the side, sure that his parents had already gone about sending out the owl, as the deadline was the next day.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

By Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

By Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

By Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

By Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

By Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

By Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

By Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

By Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

The male set aside the letter, and stood up, walking to his door, and opened it. He gave his brother an unamused look as he walked down the stairs, and towards the kitchen.

"So, you're off to Hogwarts Sherlock?" His brother asked, following him into the room. The ten year old ignored his brother, and opened a cupboard, and riffled around, looking for something to eat as a snack.

"Probably a good thing, little brother. You wouldn't last a day at Durmstrang. At least in Hogwarts, you may not seem like such an imbecile." He said, snorting, and picking up an apple, eyeing the cake his mother had made for dessert after dinner that night hungrily.

Without looking at his brother, the adolescent spoke softly. "Careful Mikey. Too much cake and you will never be rid of all that baby fat. Then again, you needed the added insolation off at that school, didn't you?" He asked, closing the cupboard, and going back towards his room. His brother glared at his back as he walked out of the room.

(Time Skip)

A week later found the Holmes family walking through Diagon Alley, going over the supply list for the younger of the two boys.

"Okay Mikey, you go with your dad. You two are going to get the books your brother needs for this year." Mrs. Holmes said, prompting an unamused look from her eldest, and he broke away from his mother and brother, leading his father towards Flourish and Blotts, to pick up the needed books.

"Alright Sherlock, lets head to Madame Malkin's go get you fitted for your robes."

The boy nodded, and followed his mother to the store, quietly observing everyone that passed, filling away all of the information for his future use.

As they entered the store, Madame Malkin smiled at the two, and walked over. "Hello, school robes?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am! Hogwarts." Sherlock's mother told her. The woman smiled kindly, and nodded.

"Right this way, we'll get you measured right away." She said, pulling out her tape measure. "Just the plain school robes?" She asked, bringing a couple of different colored robes over.

"Yes. I hardly doubt I will be in much need of green or blue school robes." He said, glaring at the aforementioned colored robes like they had offended him. He was not a fan of color.

The woman looked a little put-off, but with a wave of her wand, she sent the non-black robes off to their places in the store. Her tape measure set to work, taking all of his measurements, and she began to pull out robes that could possibly work.

Once all of his measurements had been taken, Malkin had sent all but three robes back to their places in the shop. She handed him one of the robes to put on, and once it was in place, she began to pin the robes and fit them to his form. Once that was done, she helped him out of the clothes, and smiled. "Your robes will be done in a couple of hours. Do you want to come back to pick them up? Or do you want to set it up to be delivered?" She asked Sherlock's mother.

"We will pick them up when they are finished." She told the woman. Sherlock looked at the seamstress, and nodded at her, before following his mother out of the store.

Next the two went to Ollivander's wand shop. Sherlock had walked passed the store many times, and had looked in through the window, however he had never been in the store.

As he and his mother entered the wandmaker's shop, Sherlock's senses went into overdrive as he tried to take in the sheer amount of wands within the store. His brain took notice of everything, from the dingy chair- that looked like it would collapse even under his low weight—to the many boxes that Sherlock knew each held a wand, each one unique and different from the other. Sherlock had spent the last week reading and absorbing everything he could about wands, in order to mentally prepare himself for getting his wand.

Ollivander came shuffling out of the back of the shop, holding a box that seemed to be vibrating with energy. "Hello Mr. Ollivander. This is my son, Sherlock."

The old man looked down at Sherlock. "So, you're starting school?" He asked, setting the box down and opening it. The boy nodded absently as he looked down at the wand in the box. He felt himself drawn to the wand.

It was a light greenish/brown color, and looked less like wood, and more like… "It's vine? I did not think that you made wands out of that. It's an uncommon wand material." Sherlock muttered, reaching out, and wrapping his fingers around the handle, which felt almost like leaves. A warmth spread up his arm as the wand recognized its owner.

"Vine, with a Phoenix feather core. Ten and two third inches. Relatively flexible. It's one of a kind, certainly. One of the few Vine wands I keep in stock. I am assuming that you researched wand types and cores before you came in?" Mr. Ollivander asked the young wizard, who was looking at his wand with an odd look.

"Yes, I did not want to be taken by surprise when my wand was chosen. However, I found very little on Vine wands in my reading." Sherlock said.

"Yes, I would imagine that you wouldn't. It is not a commonly used material. Perhaps you should look more into it in the Hogwarts library, once you have gotten to school. Or I can send you all the information I have, if you're honestly that interested." Ollivander said, clearly seeing some sort of potential in the young Holmes boy.

The boy nodded, and looked up at Ollivander. "I would greatly appreciate that. Any knowledge could be of great help. Thank you." He said. His mother paid for the boy's wand, and the two left the shop, going off to pick up the rest of the supplies that the young boy needed to get for his schooling.

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