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Title: C/O 221B Baker Street, Muggle London
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG
Prompt: John and Sherlock are forced to adopt a 7-year-old Harry Potter.
Other: written for an anon for the Sherlock kinkmeme. You can find the original prompt and fill of Book 1 here.

Start from Book 1 here.

Harry could barely keep still the entire night. He managed to behave enough to make it to the restaurant and to wolf down his tangerine chicken, but he was fidgeting the entire time with the desperate need, the all-encompassing itch to tell them everything that had happened since the winter holidays. It seemed like a miracle that he didn’t explode where he was sitting, but somehow he crunched through his fortune cookie and followed his parents obediently home.

Of course, the moment that the door shut on Baker Street, Harry’s mouth opened and practically didn’t stop for hours. He just had so many things to say that it felt like he couldn’t possibly get them all out. Every time he would finish a story, he would only remember another, then go racing off on another tangent. He would follow John into the kitchen when he’d gotten up for more tea. Harry would hover nearby, chattering on while John poured, steam billowing up into his face, and though John wouldn’t always look at him, he knew he was always listening.

Sherlock would drift in and out of the conversation like a leaf in the wind. Half of the time he would pay no attention whatsoever to what Harry was saying, gazing intently at a newspaper. But some distant part of him, detached from his conscious thought, must have been filtering something from his ears, because whenever Harry would say anything interesting at all, the newspaper would drop, forgotten, and Sherlock would stare at Harry with the same deliberate expression that he had when Lestrade came to him with cases. Once Harry’s stories stopped interesting him, he would return to his papers.

Harry was deeply gratified, though, when Sherlock was as impressed by his deductions about the hellhound as Harry had hoped he would be. Sherlock said, “Fascinating,” in that tone that said that he really meant it, and then he went rambling off on the significance of minor details as clues, and Harry beamed like Sherlock had just told him he would be better company than the Queen.

John, however, did not take it quite so well. His expression flitted back and forth like an optical illusion, never quite the silhouette of a vase, but neither the faces of two lovers. Sometimes Harry would look over and John would seem about to burst from pride, or he would be nodding his head enthusiastically to hear more about Harry’s adventure. But sometimes he would grimace as if pained or rub his hair guiltily.

It wasn’t until after the second round of tea that Sherlock decided he’d had enough of these expressions and simply broke in. John hadn’t said anything at all about it, but Sherlock had figured it out, as per usual. “Oh, calm down, he’s survived, hasn’t he?”

That clearly wasn’t the right thing to say. “Yes, and I’m glad, but that doesn’t mean I think he should go running off like this all the time!”

Harry blinked. When had the conversation run off track like this?

“Very well, John, at what age is it appropriate for him to risk life and limb? Puberty? Majority? Age of consent? Retirement?” Sherlock drawled, arching one eyebrow at John. He leaned back against the armrest of the couch, steepling his fingers over his chest as if to ask whether John really wanted to pursue this line of debate.

“There’s no need to be snide, Sherlock, I just don’t think an eleven year old should be running off doing things like that!”

“I’m not being snide; I’m asking how long you expect him to live a boring life in order to fulfill your social requirements as a guardian.”

“I’m not – Sherlock, not running into the jaws of a three-headed hellhound doesn’t automatically mean boring!”

By the sniff Sherlock gave in response, it did indeed.

John rolled his eyes and sighed, and Harry took that as a cue to change the subject. “Tea?” he asked, holding up a new mug. Though there were pointed looks and angry sighs from both parties, eventually everyone calmed down. At some point, the telly was turned on and the constant drone of idiotic guests on daytime shows lulled the irritation out of them, and everyone forgot what they had been arguing about.

In a way, it was strange to be home after spending so much time in Hogwarts. As new as Hogwarts had seemed at first, he had grown used to the trickster staircases, the endless grounds, and the constant bustle of students running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Suddenly he was back in a flat with only three people, but somehow, it didn’t seem any quieter. Perhaps it was Sherlock’s violin, and his tendency to stop playing beautiful minuets and drift into hair-raising screeches whenever he was angry. Or maybe it was the shriek of the tea kettle when John took too long to make his way back to the kitchen from his desk by the window. Possibly it was the friendly, familiar rows they got into every once in a while as a matter of course.

The most likely culprit, though, was that Harry wasn’t even home for two days before Sherlock got a new case, and then all three of them were whisked off again without a moment’s notice to go stare at a corpse for a while and run around London until their sides ached and the air felt like knives in their lungs; it was a harsh feeling, but it felt glorious when his heart pounded in his temples and all he wanted to do was chase after his parents and be part of the reveal.

Lestrade commented on how much Harry had grown, which made Sherlock snort and roll his eyes, making a low remark about that being the nature of children. Anderson just pursed his lips when an eleven-year-old still beat him to the punch of deductions. Donovan simply looked rather pleasantly surprised that ‘Harry’s off at a boarding school for the year’ hadn’t been a clever lie to cover up the fact that Sherlock had killed off a small child back in September.

Of course, once the case was solved, Sherlock slowly descended into his post-case boredom. John eventually convinced him to go to Bart’s and finish off his research on the vitreous humor of eyeballs, indulgently handing Sherlock’s coat and scarf to him and practically nudging him out the door. It took far more effort to get Sherlock to do anything in the sort of state of withdrawal he fell into between cases.

Not half an hour after Sherlock left, the fireplace flared up to life. Mycroft’s face appeared in the flames, and his timing suggested that he had never truly destroyed all of the magical listening devices he’d placed in the flat. He had been careful not to irritate Sherlock more ever since the debacle about Sherlock being a squib. Even so much as apparating into Baker Street was bound to cause a row that generally involved, on a good day, thrown china. On a bad day, it wouldn’t be china, but steak knives. On a worse day, it would involve hacking into the transportation system and simultaneously turning all the street lights green in the entire city, sending thousands of drivers into accidents and causing millions in damages. But now Sherlock was out of the house, on his way to cut open eyeballs and do who-knew-what with them, and it was safe to show himself.

“Harry,” Mycroft called from the fireplace, and Harry obediently settled down on the brick hearth.

“Afternoon, Uncle Mycroft,” Harry greeted him. It was unusual enough for him to hear from the Minister of Magic, and usually when he did it was rather more indirect than this, for the risk of Sherlock’s wrath.

“I see that you have passed your first-year exams satisfactorily. I believe congratulations are in order.”

“Thanks. But they weren’t that hard,” he said, and it was difficult to tell whether that was John’s false modesty or Sherlock’s blunt truthfulness.

“Regardless. Progress in education opens doors which may not have been available before. I hope you intend to maintain your marks.”

“Of course, Uncle Mycroft,” Harry sniffed. “Easier to get what you want when you don’t have to convince people you’re clever, since you’ve got a diploma that says it for you.”

“Very good, Harry, very good.” Harry beamed. “And I presume you plan on practicing your wandwork skills so as to not allow your abilities to flag over the summer?”

Harry paused, narrowing his eyes. “… Minors aren’t allowed to cast spells outside of Hogwarts,” he said, and he almost followed it up with a, ‘You should know that. You’re the Minister,’ but he didn’t. There was no use in stating the obvious.

“That’s true, of course.” But the way Mycroft said it made Harry hesitate, as if he’d added in a ‘technically.’

“… But?” Harry prompted, sensing that this was where the conversation was headed.

“But,” Mycroft continued, with a flicker of a smirk, “this flat has already been registered as a licensed wizarding home. The Ministry won’t be surprised to see magical activity within the confines of the property.”

“Can’t they tell whose wand casts what, though?”

“Obviously,” Mycroft said in a derisive tone that meant Harry was asking the wrong questions.

Harry paused, licking his lips, and tried again. “… Will they?”

His uncle’s lips curled upwards in a sort of smile. “Why, Harry, are you suggesting that the Ministry would overlook a minor’s misuse of magic within the muggle realm?”

“No-o,” Harry said slowly, while his mind thought fast. Mycroft always kept him on his toes. Sherlock said exactly what he wanted to say, and John was more diplomatic, but mostly only to be polite. Mycroft held conversations like he held games of chess, with gambits and bluffs and feints. Harry always felt like he was playing black against him, a step behind and fighting to catch up. “I’m… suggesting that maybe the Ministry’s sensors are going on the fritz. Maybe. Picking up signals that aren’t really there. After all, Dad’s the only one in the house that would be casting spells.” He paused, then added, “Logically.”

“Bravo,” Mycroft murmured. “Quite.” Harry breathed again. “Do behave yourself, Harry.”

Before Harry could agree, Mycroft’s face disappeared as the fire blew itself out with a faint whoosh. He found himself staring into the empty fireplace.

Next chapter here.


( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 22nd, 2011 10:18 pm (UTC)

So I love you and you've updated, YAY \0/

I love this Harry - so excited to interact with his family. Sherlock and John's life and limb argument is bemusedly funny, especially with the family running around to crime scenes.

And no Sally, Sherlock didn't murder Harry, gosh.

Mycroft, you are so sneaky. I have such a ridiculous amount of my heart set aside for him.

(Do you mind if I friend you?)
Feb. 22nd, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad someone's followed over here from the meme!

Haha, not that Harry won't have problems with his family down the road (Oh gosh, am I not looking forward to capslock!angsty!Harry in 5th year...) but I think he appreciates his family all the more after what he went through with the Dursleys.

:D Yay, Mycroft! He would have had to have been a Slytherin, too. The sorting hat would not have hesitated a second.

(Not at all! Go for it. <3 )

BTW, your icon is awesome.
Feb. 23rd, 2011 12:02 am (UTC)
(yes, that was five exclamation marks)

And oh, Mycroft . . . having a Minister of Magic who isn't an idiot will change more than a few things about the series.
Feb. 23rd, 2011 12:08 am (UTC)
*does the five exclamation mark dance*

Hahaha, glad it was so exciting! Yes, Mycroft will change quite a bit in the course of the story. (Half of this story is me realizing suddenly that the little changes I made in first year mean I have to change X, Y, Z, alpha, banana in the rest of the series, and then me frantically scribbling notes to myself so I won't screw it up. >> Mycroft is one of those things. Butterflies' wings...)
Mar. 2nd, 2011 01:44 am (UTC)
Been there. Attempted an AT where I only aimed to have a character get a one-sentence explanation instead of being left in the dark, sparing a stupid conflict point.

Upon close reflection, it would change absolutely every event in the series from that point, including a few (temporary) character deaths. The hurricane on the other side of the world turned into a calm day for a town about to be attacked by a whale with a taste for human flesh.
Feb. 23rd, 2011 02:43 am (UTC)
Hello, just randomly...
I'm an Anon that doesn't have an LJ account, but I've been following this story nonetheless, for pretty much the entire ride. It's been fantastic - I really like how the characters have changed due to Sherlock and Johns influence; especially Harry and Snape. :D
There's one bit I didn't quite get here though:
"Sherlock said, “Fascinating,” in that tone that said that he really meant it, and then he went rambling off on the significance of minor details as clues, and Harry beamed like Sherlock had just told him he would "
There is no fullstop or anything although it's the end of the paragraph. I feel like there's a word missing or something...
But other than that, great start for the beginning of the second book - I'll be checking back for updates whenever I have time! :D
Feb. 23rd, 2011 03:48 am (UTC)
Re: Hello, just randomly...
Oh, thank you! I enjoy hearing from everyone, anon or no! :D

Thanks for pointing that out - looks like I accidentally posted the unedited version! Glad you noticed it, because it would have taken me a long time to find it (if I ever did...) I'm fixing it now.

Thanks for reading and commenting! Glad you're having fun!
Feb. 23rd, 2011 03:48 am (UTC)
SOOOOOOOOOOOO happy you updated! This totally makes my day even better!!! And here I was, just going through and re-reading this fic xDDD I got up to book 1, part 3 when I get an e-mail saying you've posted again~ Love it~

Favorite parts

John and Sherlock having a row, they should have 'kissed and made up' and Harry should have insisted on it xDDD

Sherlock 'killed' Harry in September xD

Steak knives and car accidents

Mycroft being a sneaky, snarky bastard xDDD

LOVED it all and can't wait for the next chapter to come out, I'll be waiting dear~ Hopefully I'll have the picture done by then for Harry in his jumpers


Feb. 23rd, 2011 03:54 am (UTC)
Re: :D
Thank you! Book 2 will be slower updates (larger, though, since it's off the meme) but it will happen! XD

They should have! But John and Sherlock are still laboring under the delusion that they're not madly in love. One day in the series they'll figure it out. :]

Hahaha, yes, the idea greatly amuses me that Sally was imagining all the horrific things the Freak could have done to a small child, only for said small child to turn up again, magically still alive and still quite happy with Sherlock.

Mycroft is the quintessential sneaky, snarky bastard! That's why I love him so.

Glad you enjoyed it! :D
Feb. 23rd, 2011 04:17 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, you're continuing. I was really looking forward to Harry's first summer home.
Feb. 23rd, 2011 04:23 am (UTC)
I'm trying to have some fun with his first summer - especially since Hermione'll be coming soon! Thanks for reading and commenting! :D
Feb. 23rd, 2011 05:29 am (UTC)
I made a loud squeaking noise at work when I saw the email notice of this - very pleased to now get to read it!

Hmm, I was wondering how Sherlock had reacted to the news that there's knowledge he's been kept from Knowing!! Is he angry just because he's been actively deceived, or is he taking out frustration about being a magicless squib on Mycroft? I hope any hurt pride/sense of being cheated hasn't been misdirected at John or Harry, though I wouldn't be surprised, alas.

I have so enjoyed this and the fact that you're carrying on with it! I am a _bit_ dissappointed with John that he didn't come up with a better argument against Harry running amok. Yes, darn it, have a responsible adult on hand, at the least! Though of course sensibly behaving Harry would be less fun to read about. ;)
Feb. 23rd, 2011 12:06 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! That's very kind! Yeah, Sherlock can hold a bit of a grudge.

True, John doesn't have the most logical argument, but then, he's arguing based on his feelings, and Sherlock would be the first to tell him that feelings do not rational arguments make. But fear of your child dying is a pretty good motivator, regardless of how you personally feel about dangerous adventures. And yes, Harry deciding that 'no, no, these adventures.... far too dangerous for the likes of me!' would make a very boring series. :)

Thanks for reading and commenting! Glad you enjoyed!
Feb. 23rd, 2011 06:55 am (UTC)
:D I got so excited when I saw that you updated! This is just so awesome I don't even know what to do with myself. I love Sherlock and John as parents while not being a couple. It's so in character, and I love how Mycroft is spoiling Harry on the sly. Can't wait for the next part!
Feb. 23rd, 2011 12:09 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! One day Sherlock and John will get their act together and realize that they've been practically married for years. Haha, but Mycroft will not stop sneak!spoiling Harry! Thanks so much for the sweet comment; I'm glad you enjoyed!
Feb. 23rd, 2011 12:27 pm (UTC)
EEEEEEE. YAY. Moar magic!Sherlock Holmes shenanigans! I especially loved this line, "His expression flitted back and forth like an optical illusion, never quite the silhouette of a vase, but neither the faces of two lovers." It was quite complex, but lovely. :)
Feb. 23rd, 2011 12:30 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! <3
Feb. 23rd, 2011 06:40 pm (UTC)
Hahah, love this chapter. Donovan would be the one to think that Sherlock killed Harry, wouldn't she? And throughout the chapter I kept thinking of things that will be wonderful later on, like the Triwizard Tournament, Umbridge, and what Sherlock and John will do during Book 7. Thing which will take such a long time to get to. Gah!
Feb. 23rd, 2011 07:15 pm (UTC)
Donovan's suspicions never cease to amuse me! Haha, yes, I do the same thing; half of writing this series is just frantically scribbling down my half-asleep ideas for the next... (oh dear) 6 books. Thanks so much for reading and the kind comment! :D Glad you're having fun!
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