Harry Potter! Tiny Sherlock/HP crossover!
Hella hyped about seeing Harry Potter at the midnight showing tonight with stupid_drawings (in costume, of course, as a Victorian Hogwarts student and teacher) so in honour of that here's a tiny bit of fic inspired by, of course, the bbc!sherlock kinkmeme (I've lost the link to the original posting, more's the pity): They wanted John and Sherlock as Hogwarts faculty.
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The first time John met the new potions master, he only narrowly avoided shooting him.
Obviously, that hadn’t been his plan when he’d made his way down to the potions classroom, but when he’d gotten there and found the place seemingly deserted he hadn’t been able to resist walking around to see how the place had changed since his day.
And then he’d heard a noise behind him and, well, some reflexes still hadn’t left, because before he could even think through it he’d spun around and was pointing a wand at the tall, pale man now in front of him.
“Do you always greet your colleagues like that, Professor?” the man drawled, his hands up and in front of him, “I assure you I’m unarmed.”
And just like that the adrenaline faded and John felt himself turning slightly pink. “Sorry, sorry, habits die hard, so sorry...” He shoved his wand back into his robes and bent down slowly to grab his cane, dropped earlier in his alarm. He closed the remaining distance between himself and the other man, then extended a hand. “Pleased to meet you, I’m...”
“The new Defense Against the Dark Arts, teacher, yes, I had gathered that. Sherlock Holmes, Potions.” His hands were cool but his handshake was firm.
“John Watson.”
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I've actually written a bit more, but it's in no shape for posting, so we'll see if I do anything else with it or not.
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The first time John met the new potions master, he only narrowly avoided shooting him.
Obviously, that hadn’t been his plan when he’d made his way down to the potions classroom, but when he’d gotten there and found the place seemingly deserted he hadn’t been able to resist walking around to see how the place had changed since his day.
And then he’d heard a noise behind him and, well, some reflexes still hadn’t left, because before he could even think through it he’d spun around and was pointing a wand at the tall, pale man now in front of him.
“Do you always greet your colleagues like that, Professor?” the man drawled, his hands up and in front of him, “I assure you I’m unarmed.”
And just like that the adrenaline faded and John felt himself turning slightly pink. “Sorry, sorry, habits die hard, so sorry...” He shoved his wand back into his robes and bent down slowly to grab his cane, dropped earlier in his alarm. He closed the remaining distance between himself and the other man, then extended a hand. “Pleased to meet you, I’m...”
“The new Defense Against the Dark Arts, teacher, yes, I had gathered that. Sherlock Holmes, Potions.” His hands were cool but his handshake was firm.
“John Watson.”
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I've actually written a bit more, but it's in no shape for posting, so we'll see if I do anything else with it or not.