Extraordinary Expelliarmus 3

3.
Harry stared at the new teacher who sat with Snape. He was unsure who felt more awkward, Snape who stared at his plate, fork digging into the wood of the staff table, or Holmes who obsessively looked at his phone every 3 seconds and wasn't eating anything but rather spending his time looking around the Great Hall. The two did not talk or look at each other but rather just sat awkwardly.
"Harry, stop staring." Hermione whispered sharply at him, but it was too late, both professors caught him at the exact same moment. Harry looked down at his plate, which remained full of untouched food. Harry looked at Hermione.
"I thought Snape taught Apothicarian Studies…" He muttered before eating a little ham.
"He does… Well did, Professor Holmes obviously took over that position." Hermione said, "I can't believe he is teaching. Last I heard he was living as a muggle and didn't want to be bothered."
"Do you know everything?" Ron asked his mouth full of the chicken he had stuffed in his mouth. Hermione looked disgusted at Ron as she bit the inside of her cheek.
"No, I read. Honestly, are you two ever going to read Hogwarts: A History?" Ron looked down at his plate as she glared at him. The three remained silent for a while before Harry and Ron dared look at Hermione.
"So, what is so interesting about this Holmes bloke?" Ron asked his mouth still half full.
"That is Sherlock Holmes, the only wizard in Hogwarts' history to skip from first year all the way to fifth..."
"So he is smart…" Harry interupted, "So what?" Hermione rolled her eyes: they just didn't get it.

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As the feast ended Sherlock felt tired but did not move as the students filed out into the halls. Instead Sherlock sat still and watched them. They all were so easy to read, even the staff except for the teacher he had sat next to for the feast. Sherlock didn't understand him and was intrigued by his darkness. He was pulled to him the same way he was pulled to John. But he didn't get to talk to the mysterious teacher: the man was a snake and had slipped out of Sherlock's grasp before he could reach out for him. The students looked at Sherlock as he put his hands together to think, he began feeling a headache coming on as the chatter died out. He was thinking about the boy with bright green eyes who he had caught staring. He had seen those eyes before… but where?

Sherlock's body begged him for sleep as he pulled out one of his nicotine patches. He put it on, even as Dumbledore eyed him.
"Three patches, Sherlock?" Dumbledore observed.
"It's a three patch problem." Sherlock said. He frowned, remembering his conversation with John. He looked at Dumbledore's grey-blue eyes; they worked as hard as his own to see into people and understand.
"Don't roam the corridors all night, Sherlock, or Filch will get over excited - thinking you are a student." Dumbledore said smiling as he left Sherlock alone in the Great Hall he knew too well. Something in Sherlock felt at home as he watched the ceiling change like the sky. He sighed as he walked, his hand in his pocket –clutching his phone.
"Oh John, if only you could see these halls, these tables where I once sat…" Sherlock whispered as he ran his hand across the smoothed wood of the Slytherins' table and then the Ravenclaws'. "You would have been a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor…" Sherlock reminded himself as he ran his finger along the grain of the wood of the Ravenclaw table. Sherlock was startled when he heard his phone ring; (the signal must have kicked in a little late Sherlock thought to himself) he pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller: John. Despite how much he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to answer his phone.

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It was about four in the morning when Severus heard a small ruckus as he lie awake (like he did every night). He dressed quickly and looked around for the source of the noise. Upon searching the dungeons he found a glowing light from one of the unused rooms. He walked in and found Holmes mixing ingredients.
"Don't add snake fangs to that, it will explode." Severus warned the professor.
"Wolf's bane prevents that chemical reaction." Sherlock replied as he added the snake fangs. Severus waited for the cauldron to explode but it didn't. Sherlock stared at the professor.
"Why are you up?" he asked as he looked at his potion's book.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I don't need to sleep, and so I don't." Sherlock said. Severus nodded slowly; he stared silently at the professor.
"You are the potions teacher; you don't like me because I hold part of your job. But you really want the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.  You don't really like teaching anyways; you were put into this job for some other reason. Which accounts for part of your foul mood." Sherlock said, "Not to mention you have not been laid in years." He looked up at the man in black.
"How did you do that?" he was careful not to agree or disagree with anything, although he was shocked this man knew all this information.
"Deduction." Sherlock said simply.
"Explain." Severus said curiously.
"Potions teacher was easy, there are chemical stains on your hands, your skin is yellowed slightly, your nails are chipped because they are weak and are purpled, and your hair is oily – all of which are caused by breathing in chemicals all day: blocks up your kidneys and the smaller arteries and veins. Your hair is oilier than most because of hormonal imbalances cause by long term exposure to certain ingredients such as Flobberworm mucus." Severus nodded, "Your body language is easy to read as well, thus I concluded you didn't like me nor the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You gave him a cold stare too. If you were more discreet with your hatred you could have poisoned him." Sherlock looked at Severus as he chuckled slightly.
"How do you know the rest?" Severus asked after a moment.
"I overheard Minerva mention that a certain sour-puss needed to get laid or she was going to strangle them." Sherlock smirked.
"And that is automatically me?"
"You were the only sour –faced teacher at the table." Sherlock said as he stirred his potion.
"You aren't bad." Severus said before leaving the room.

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Hermione was the first in the room for Apothicarian Studies. Her bushy mane of hair flew back as she sat down.
"Good morning." Sherlock said to her as he put his hands in his pockets. He was trying to be polite and not bore the girl to death.
"Good morning sir." She replied. He remembered her from the night before.
"You have read Hogwarts: A History." Sherlock stated. It was an optional reading, so she must have liked to read. Judging by the amount of class supplies she was using and the fact that Minerva mentioned a Time Turner to him, she was trust worthy too.

"How…?"
"You are the only one remotely interested in the fact that I am here." Sherlock interrupted. They sat quietly for a few moments before he decided to talk to her further, "So, what is your name?"
"Hermione Granger." She said smiling. Her teeth were perfectly set, though the front ones were too big. And Granger… That was not a wizarding name.
"You are top of your class. Muggleborn. Your parents are dentists." Sherlock told her as Ron and Harry walked in.
"How did you do that?" Ron asked. Bright red hair, freckles, hand-me-down robes… Weasley. Sherlock noted how much the Weasley boy looked like his father.
"Weasley, I know everything." Sherlock replied, and then silently stared at Harry.
"Do you read minds?" Harry asked. Sherlock stared into Harry's eyes. They were so familiar. Where had he seen them before?
"I deduce." Sherlock said, "For example, you don't know much about the wizarding world, thus your parents aren't wizards and you are not top of class like Granger. Your glasses have a small crack, which means you have repaired them several times despite how often they get broken. You have money despite the lack of funds from a wizarding family."
"You are wrong about all of that." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"My parents were Lily and James Potter." Harry said slowly.
"You live with her sister… the Dursley's." Sherlock said, nodding as he realized Harry's eyes were the eyes of Lily Evans.