Title: Life in Technicolor
Author: mdnght2002
Beta: N/A

Series: Sherlock/Harry Potter
Character(s): Sherlock/John/Moriarty/Mycroft
Genre: Fantasy/Cross-over
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 3181
Series Summary: A cross-over series if the characters in the Sherlock Holmes world live in the Harry Potter world. Sherlock makes friends with John, enemies with Moriarty, and butts heads with Mycroft-all while trying to get through Hogwarts with decent grades.

Chapter notes: yes, I know that John and Sherlock are two years apart from each other in the original series but for this fic series to work I had to make them the same age and make Mycroft at least 2 years older than Sherlock rather than his usual 7 years older.

I looked around King's Cross nervously, wondering where I needed to go to catch my train. The letter that I had gotten in the post had said to go to Platform 9 ¾. Where in the heck was that? I could see Platforms 9 and 10 but no 9 ¾. My mother had dropped me off at the train station claiming that she was too busy to help me catch the train to school. I knew that was a lie because the others in my mother's work place had gotten the day off to take their children to their first day of school. I wasn't really sure why my mother didn't want to take off a single day of work.

I glanced around the station again and was about to give up hope when I saw a small family heading towards a…wall? I looked around the station again for a few moments before turning it back towards the family only to jump slightly when I spotted the youngest son heading towards me. He had a serious look on his face-a look I've only seen my mother wear a few times in her life. The most recent was when I received my letter from Hogwarts. She had to spill the beans on how she was a witch and my father, whom had died earlier that year, was a muggle that she had fell in love with. I was curious my mother's past and what it had been like when she was growing up but she never told me about her years at the school. It was like she wanted to forget about everything that had happened when she was younger. It was a pity my grandparents on my mother's side were dead before I was born and my grandparents on my father's side didn't want anything to do with us after my father died in an accident when he was at work.

"Hello," said a polite voice from in front of me. I shook myself out of lala land to find the young boy who was walking towards me had finally reached me. I blinked a few times and stared at him for a few moments.

"Sherlock, come on. We are going to miss the train," the young boy's brother yelled at him from across the room.

"In just a moment," Sherlock said to his brother. "It looks like this boy is lost. Besides, Mycroft, we are at least an hour early for the train. We have plenty of time."

Mycroft rolled his eyes and continued to follow their parents towards the wall. Sherlock turned his attention back towards me and I grasped my trolley lightly, trying not to let my body shake. I didn't know why this boy had decided to take pity upon me. It seemed like he knew where he was going. I glanced down at the ground for a few moments before looking back up at Sherlock. He was staring at me with a curious look as if waiting for me to say something to him.

"Hello," I said in a shy voice back to him. He gave me a small smile and leaned against my trunk.

"So, you going to Hogwarts, too?" he asked me with hardly any emotion to his voice. Was this boy emotionless or did he suppress it because his parents expected him to do that? I nodded my head slightly as a response to his question.

"Ah, good," he said smugly. "It seems like I may have at least one person I might call a friend after we are sorted."

I stared at him curiously. What did he mean by us being friends? I had just met him and I didn't even know anything about him yet? Before I could say anything about it, he took the trolley out of my hands and began to push it towards the wall that his parents and older brother was walking towards. It shocked me to see that they had disappeared out of sight. I wondered where they had gone to.

I started to follow him, a little uneasy about where he was leading me towards. I could see that he was taking me towards the wall but I wasn't really sure why. All of a sudden, Sherlock picked up his pace and yelled out "quickly now before my mother finds out that I am missing" before he ran into the wall. I braced myself as I followed him yet a few seconds later I felt no pain. I opened my eyes that I can unconsciously closed and saw that I was standing beside a crimson train engine.

I looked at it with amazement. I hadn't seen a locomotive like this one before. I gazed besides me at Sherlock who, once again, had a smug look on his face. "First time through the portal?" he asked me curiously. I nodded my head slightly at him.

"Yeah," I said to him in a slightly shocked and amazed tone of voice. "I am an only child and my mother only told me that she was a witch when I got my letter earlier this year." I didn't want to tell him the terrible events that surrounded me getting my letter. I had only met him for a few moments.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly and looked around the train station. "Your mother died before she had the chance to drop you off at the station?" he asked, again in that same curious tone of voice. I shook my head at him.

"No, she is just too busy to take the time to make sure I made it on the train," I said in a glum tone of voice. I wished that she had died before today-then it would have been easier on me to get here and not have to rely on if she was going to pick me up for the holidays and at the end of the school term.

"Ah, I see," was all he said in response to my comment. He looked around for his family and, after spotting them near the middle of the train's compartments, began to push my trolley towards them. I grabbed onto the handle that wasn't occupied by Sherlock's hand with one of my own and tried to keep up to his fast pace as he lead me towards his parents and older brother.

A few moments later, we stopped beside Mycroft and he gave me a stern look before turning towards his brother. "So it seems you've finally met someone your age that you are willing to talk to for more than a few minutes," he said to his younger brother in a soft tone of voice to not let his parents overhear their conversation.

"Of course," Sherlock said in a proud tone of voice. "He is the only one who actually has stayed with me rather than run away from me like I am some sort of plague."

I look at the two brothers and wondered how any of them were on good terms to being in the same area. It seemed like Sherlock loathed his older brother for some odd reason and Mycroft seemed to think that his younger brother was too much of a loner.

I got jolted back to reality when Sherlock pushed my trolley towards the train attendants to take my trunk. I quickly grabbed my owl's cage off of the top of my trunk and held it close to my body as I followed Sherlock towards his family. I could sense his father's eyes bore into my head and I turned my attention to the ground.

"It is good to see that you made a friend, dear," his mother said to him in a sweet tone of voice. She turned her attention to me and smiled at me sweetly. "So, what is your name, dear?"

"John Watson," I said in response to Sherlock's mother's question.

"That is a wonderful name," she said in the same sweet tone of voice. "Now, Sherlock, don't push this friend away like you did your other old friends. I don't want you to be alone in that big castle. I know you won't go to your brother for support so keep John as a friend…and try to get at least another friend or two. It might do you some good to have a circle of friends to hang out with while you do homework."

"Alright," Sherlock muttered to his mother. He stiffened his posture as she bent down and kissed one of his cheeks.

"Have a nice school year, dear. Hopefully you will come home for Winter vacation…and bring dear John with you, too. I am sure he will like staying over with you for vacation rather than staying at the school for the entire month that you are off," she said to him before turning to Sherlock's older brother to give him his good-bye kiss.

I gazed over at Sherlock's father briefly to see him walking away from us. I shook my head slightly and started to walk towards the train when I felt Sherlock's hand grab my wrist and he started to drag me towards the back of the train.

"Come on," he said to me in a soft tone of voice. "I really don't want my mother to tell me that I have to ride in the same compartment as my brother."

I obediently followed after him, clutching my owl's cage in my free hand. We boarded the train a few seconds later and Sherlock quickly found us an empty compartment. He finally let go of my wrist and sat down near the window. I quickly stored my owl's cage in the overhead racks, waved slightly at him, and then sat down on the other seat opposite of my new…friend? I wasn't really sure if I could call him a friend at that point. Maybe an acquaintance but not a friend…at least not yet. It was a little too soon in our relationship to call him a friend.

What seemed like an eternity when it was an hour, the train finally started to head out of the station and towards the school. I wondered where it was located. It was probably residing somewhere far away from any big cities mainly because we had to use a train to get to it. If it was closer then we probably would have used a bus rather than a train.

A few moments after the train left the station Mycroft finally located us and opened the door to our compartment. Sherlock didn't bother looking at his brother. He continued to stare out the window at the green landscape that we passed by.

"Mother says that either you need to stay with me or with John. It looks like you've decided to stay with John so…I am going to leave you alone until we get to the school. After that I am going to keep an eye on you," he said to his younger brother. "Do not disappoint mother, Sherly."

"Fine, Mycroft," Sherlock said, ignoring the nickname that his older brother called him by. I stared at his brother for a few seconds before leaning back in my chair and staring out the window. The tension in the air between the two brothers was also stifling. I wasn't really sure how these brothers even got along most of the time.

Mycroft cleared his throat before turning towards me. "take care of him, John. I know he doesn't look it but I am sure he will warm up to you soon." He gave me a short nod before closing the door. After a few seconds I could hear his footsteps heading away from the compartment. I gazed over at Sherlock and wondered if he would ever warm up to me.

Time seemed to pass by slowly for me. I was beginning to get bored and Sherlock wasn't talking to me at all. It seemed like his brother ticked him off more than I had thought. When the food trolley came around I bought both Sherlock and me food to eat for lunch. He gave me a quick thank you before turning his attention back to the window.

After lunch, time speed up a little bit but not enough for me to notice it. By the time that we reached the train station near the school castle, I had read an entire school book that I had managed to bring onboard with me. In that time, we had gotten into our school robes and we got off of the train. I could hear a booming voice calling all first years over to him. I was shocked to see a giant man with a bear that covered most of his face and half of his chest.

I quickly followed Sherlock towards the giant man along with at least a dozen other people. The giant motioned for us to board tiny boats. Sherlock and I boarded one with two other first years. A few moments later, the boats began to float over the large lake that resided next to the school grounds and towards a cave that resided under the large castle that served as the school.

As the boats got closer and closer towards the school, I began to get more and more nervous about my first year. I wasn't really sure about what to expect at this school. I had been to a few schools before but none like this. I was unsure if I will be a good wizard when I get done with my seven years at the school. When the boats finally docked in the cave, we all followed the giant up a long set of stone stair and finally stopped in front of a pair of large oak doors.

The giant banged a few times on the door and it opened up to reveal a stern looking woman with hair in a tight bun on the back of her head.

"Follow me," she said to us first years and she led us into a large hallway. We spotted another set of large oak doors but she led us away from them and into a smaller room. "Wait here until you are summoned." She swiftly turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. It seemed like an hour passed by when the witch finally came back. "Form a straight line," she said and we all hurried to obey her. Sherlock somehow ended up in front of me and a young girl behind me.

Slowly, the witch led us out of the small room, through the hallway we were in earlier, and then through the large oak doors that I had spotted. Inside, there were four large tables that the other students were sitting at. All of them were staring at all of us first years. We walked over to the front of the tables and gathered near an empty space in the single line that we walked into the great hall.

Sitting between the staff table and in the center of the middle two tables resided a stool. On that stool rested a large, tattered looking pointed hat. It looked as if it could use a few washings to get rid of the dirt that had collected on it. I wrinkled my nose at it. What was that for?

"The sorting hat," Sherlock whispered back to me, as if he had heard my thoughts.

"What is that?" I asked him in a low whisper.

"We put that on our heads and it tells us what house we are to be sorted into," he responded back. Before I could reply back, the witch who had escorted us picked up a large scroll and unwound it.

"When I call your name, you will come forward and place the sorting hat upon your head," she said in a stern voice. "After you are sorted, you are to go to your respected house table." She cleared her head and called out the first name on the list. "Asencio, Cody," she said. A lanky looking boy shuffled out of the back of the line and headed towards the stool. He sat down on it and placed the hat on his head. The hat seemed to come to life as he put it on his head and it opened a ripped seam on the brim. "HUFFLEPUFF," the hat boomed out across the great hall, causing the entire room to fill out with cheers and claps.

The boy stood up and set the hat down on the stool before heading towards the Hufflepuff table. After a few more students were sorted into their respected houses (another Hufflepuff, a Slytherin, two Ravenclaws, and three Griffindors) the list finally came to Sherlock.

"Holmes, Sherlock," the witch said and she looked towards him. He sauntered over to the hat and set it on his head. It was silent for a few moments until it boomed out "RAVENCLAW." He smugly smiled over at his brother who sat at the Slytherin table. From my point of view it looked like Sherlock was taunting his brother. It seemed like his entire family were Slytherins. My thoughts were interrupted when the witch called out "Milera, Allan." He, too, was sorted into Ravenclaw.

I shifted from one foot to another as I nervously waited for my turn to get sorted into a house. After ten minutes, I was the only one remaining and I walked over to the stool. The hat seemed to be too big for my head and it slid down my forehead. I could hear a few students snickering in front of me but I ignored them. I tried to concentrate on what house might be best for me.

I heard a tiny voice in one of my ears. "you could do some good in Ravenclaw with that Holmes boy," the hat whispered to me. I gave the hat a tiny shake of my head and it hummed in my ear. "So, you don't think you are smart enough for that house, huh? Then you are best suited for GRIFFINDOR!" It yelled the last word out so that the entire school heard what house it chose for me to go into. The witch who held the scroll took the hat off of my head and I stood up. I looked around for my house table and wandered over to it. I looked over at Sherlock to see a disappointed look on his face. It seemed like he wanted me to be in the same house as him. I shrugged my shoulders slightly at him before sitting down. The entire feast seemed to go by too quickly and the headmaster's speech passed by even quicker. Sighing, I followed the rest of the first years in my house to our tower. Hopefully tomorrow would go by much better than today. At least I had a good place to sleep, despite it not being with Sherlock. It seemed like I was going to be fast friend with him.

Author's note: sorry about the length of the first chapter ^^; I didn't mean for it to be this long but I wanted to get in as much detail as I could. please let me know what you think about it? I am thinking about making this into a series starting from year 1 and ended in year 7. 3 Each year is going to have a minimum of 3 chapters a piece (not really sure how many per year yet-it all depends on my muse for that year and how long it is going to take me to write each chapter). So, review if you like it and watch it if you are interested in reading more.