"So, Mr Watson. Tell me about yourself."It was five minutes into the interview and John had already tripped over a chair leg, banged his head off the edge of the door frame and stepped on the land lady's toe. It wasn't a good start. "Well, I fought in the war. I erm enjoy crosswords and I blog. What about you Mr Homes? Anything I should know about you?" "Well, I'm a consulting detective, I'm a recovering drug addict and I think you've got the room"

John made his way down the corridor until he reached the apartment. He reread the ad just to make sure he was at the right place; Mr Sherlock Homes, apartment 221b Baker Street. He was at the right place. 5 minutes early.

Hogwarts The next few hours of the morning mainly consisted of getting Albus' and James' things into their cases. This proved a particular problem for Albus as he, unlike most of his soon-to-be classmates had already acquired a certain flair for Quidditch. For those of you who have no idea what Quidditch is, it's a game played on broomsticks involving three chasers, two beaters, one keeper and one seeker (this position Albus had a certain talent for). It also consists of three types of balls, a quaffle, two bludgers and of course the golden snitch. Back to Albus. As you know he likes his Quidditch and it is his ambition to become seeker for the Gryffindor team. But due to his fondness he wanted to pack only his books about Quidditch, as you can already tell this was a small problem. Eventually they arranged that his parents would send the Quidditch books to him via owl. Once this was organised and everything was packed the Potters made their way to platform 9 3/4 where the Hogwarts express was ready to leave at 11 o'clock exactly.

Albus Severus Potter When Albus Severus Potter woke up on the 1st of September he thought only one thing. Hogwarts. As he made his way down the stairs he banged on his brother James' door. "James! Mum's making eggs and bacon!" Albus yelled. "Nnnnh!" groaned James "I'll only be a minute!" After his brother making his point clear, Albus made his way into the bathroom. He washed his face and looked up in the mirror. His bright green eyes looked up at him. He saw it now. He looked just like his dad. Albus made his way into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs wafted it's way through the hallway. He entered through the door and saw his mum over by the stove, her carrot coloured hair tied back in a loose ponytail. And his dad sitting at the table, his greying hair still wet from his shower. "Well Albus, Hogwarts today!" said his father.