A/N: For Ryuze (an anon guest) my apologies for not including the recipe. It's actually sopapilla cheesecake; I'll put it at the end of this chapter. Also, finally! Someone gets what I was driving at the entire time. Thank God. I worry about you guys sometimes. Inspired by the song of the same name by Rhianna. I love the favs and alerts, really I do, but can you con-crit? I know it can be better. Also, apologies for being so late with this baby. I've had to wrestle my Muses away from my latest Sherlock AU. It's called Independent and probably will be finished by December... If they cooperate.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned either series, most people wouldn't want to read/watch them. Alas, I do not and no matter how much I deduce or wave my wand, I will never own them. Thank Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the lovely Ms. Rowling for these characters as well as the BBC for modernizing Sherlock to make this sort of thing even possible...

WARNING: This is an Alternate Universe. If you did not catch the drift within the A/N, let me point it out in big, bold letters. THIS IS A YAOI FIC. As with all my warnings, if you do not like slash or the pairings mentioned above, stop reading and click the back button. It isn't that hard to do. Reading any farther than the third line of this warning means one thing only; you enjoy slash. Excellent. There will be the probability of M-Preg as this is magic and anything goes! If M-Preg bothers you, please follow line three to the back button. If you appreciate a good story even if it's not your thing, then you're welcome to it.

Ryder

P.S. READ THIS FIRST! Not all of the characters encountered will have Talent*. In fact most of them are perfectly normal. Don't freak out if your favorite character doesn't have it. I might even write an omake or two if you review prettily.

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-Hogwarts Express; September 1st-

Severus smiled at his children, shaking his head at the stares they drew. He'd followed John's course and had grown out his hair; it now reached his waist in a casual braid. Albus looked up at him and smiled back. Lily and Eileen were ahead of them, chatting with Scorpious, Draco's child and yet again his godson.

"Father?" the unsure voice was directed at John, who knelt with a questioning gaze at his child. "What if I get into Ravenclaw?"

"Then you're brilliant like your Pére."

"Daddy?" Lily had flounced back to him and was dragging a fairly shocked little blond who certainly wasn't Scorpious. "His name's Louis. Can I keep him?" Severus looked down at brilliant white-blond hair and lavender eyes before frowning at his daughter.

"No, you may not. Go find a compartment before you have to sit with your brother and sister." he sighed, hugging her before shooing her away. "Now, Louis, where did my little one drag you from?"

"Maman was busy talking to Aunt 'Mione." Ah, so this one was one of the many Weasley brats. The subtle Veela pheromones placed this one as the youngest of Bill Weasley's brood; Fleur was probably worried sick. He knew he would be if Lily, Albus or Eileen had vanished.

"Louis?! Louis?!" Right on cue. He offered his hand to the little boy and grunted slightly when the child essentially clung to his neck after he picked him up.

"Fleur? Where's Louis?" Bill Weasley's tone was soft, caring for his wife even as the blue eyes swept over the crowd. A look of relief brightened his face as he spotted Severus with the child in his arms.

"Right here. My apologies; Lily brought him to me. I convinced her to leave him with me. That girl is more stubborn than Harry and I put together." he chuckled as Louis played with his braid.

"Oh, Louis, you scared me..." Fleur's accent thickened as she stroked the child's cheek.

"Is okay, maman. Sevvy's nice." The small hand patted his cheek and he bit back a sigh.

"Louis. Severus has places to go and things to do. Come here." The child's grip tightened around his neck. He chuckled wryly, carding his fingers through the fine blond hair in a rhythm. As the grip went slack, he massaged Louis's back and got the favored response. He handed the sleepy child back to Fleur, who rose a brow at his calming technique.

"Albus used to do the same thing when he was younger. It's nothing unusual." he reassured her.

"Per'aps we should allow you to babysit zat stubborn child of ours, oui?" Her soft hazel eyes peaked with something that seemed like gratefulness as she held her sleeping child close.

"He is a handful with others?" Severus murmured as John hugged him from behind. Sherlock was holding Harry close, a slight wetness to his eyes. The children were fine, logically, but the send-off had set off Harry and John's emotions. Severus would also admit to a tug on his heart as would Sherlock. He turned for a moment and wrapped John in an embrace, turning back as Fleur answered.

"Zat is an understatement. Ze little one ees a handful on a good day."

"Perhaps I can be available? I know that Harry and John will fawn over him. They'll be driving Sherlock & I up the wall within the week." he offered, Summoning his card with a casual flick of his hand. She took it with a bright smile as she walked towards the Floo Rooms.

"Zat would be nice."


True to his words, Harry was torn between visiting Hogwarts just for old times' sake and because neither John nor Sherlock had seen it.

"Harry I thought you had that camping date with Teddy?" Sherlock hummed from where he was buried in un-solved cases from both the Muggle and Magical Worlds, books cracked on the cases that mixed both. It was John that Severus worried about. John had retreated on himself. Time to remedy that before it got out of hand.

He found their wolf staring out listlessly at the falling leaves.

"Something on your mind, wolf?"

"Maybe." The dulled hazel gave him an idea.

"Shooting range? They have the Magical equivalent on Diagon Alley."

"Since when?" the response was much more alert than he'd been expecting. Perhaps this was a good idea after all.

"It opened about a week ago." he hummed as John's face lit up. Severus gave into the urge to kiss the younger Talent senseless. John moaned softly into his mouth, allowing him to explore every inch of the warm sensual mouth with his tongue. They hadn't kissed like that since Hermione had offered to hold the children. "You know, I think I have a much better idea..." he purred as he pinned John to the glass window, sliding a hand under John's fluffy cardigan to caress the lean musculature that had yet to lose its definition.

"Severus..." came the breathy pant as he Banished the cardigan to the other end of the room. "That's my favorite-Oh!" Severus scraped his teeth over the tender spot John had on his collarbone. "Merlin, that feels good. How... Mmm, nevermind." He'd stripped off his casual button down and was busy divesting John of his shirt when he heard the audible breath of Sherlock. He traded glances with sly sapphire eyes and turned John around so that his exposed back faced Sherlock's front. "What are you-Sher-Ohhh!" Their genius had palmed John's hips, a surprisingly arousing spot on the resident Healer. Sherlock kneaded them as he pressed his chest against John's shivering back.

"Hmm, much more interesting than dull paperwork..."


Harry giggled as he found them in a heap in front of the fire, John snuggly in the middle as they left soft kisses on his sweat-slick skin.

"Want to join in?" Sherlock invited with what they all knew to be bedroom eyes.

"Hmm. Be harassed until I join or kiss John senseless for what seems to be more than once in two hours?" his husband tapped his lips like he was thinking as John rolled his eyes.

"No just join the pile! Sherlock, I swear I will give you the biggest case of blue b-Mmm?" Harry kissed John as he settled under the blankets with little fanfare. "Not you as well? Those two just had their way with me."

"Can't help that you look so tempting now, luv. Being ravished suits you in a way that makes us love you even more." Harry replied with a lusty smirk.

"Harry." he reprimanded softly, carding his fingers through John's hair.

"Fine." They all slowly fell asleep, curled together for warmth in front of the fireplace.


He awoke to someone Flooing them. Severus flicked his braid over his shoulder and stole Sherlock's shirt to look presentable as he knelt in front of the fire place.

"Yes?"

"Ah, Severus. I was actually looking for a Mr. Holmes?" Minerva gave him a smile as he absently checked on the still sleeping trio.

"Depends on which you want; Watson-Holmes or just Holmes, Minnie."

"I believe Watson-Holmes as he is my Healer. I take it you had a night to yourselves?" her reply is coy and he scowls at her briefly before tugging a sleepy John from the middle of the puppy pile.

"John." Severus gently stroked away the sleep-mussing locks from John's face only to have their wolf burrow further into his side and protest.

"Mmm-mmm. Five more minutes..."

"John. It's Minerva." he shook his lover a little harder to waken him. Past training allowed him to snap awake and see Minerva's face in the fireplace.

"Oh. My apologies Minnie. What is it?" John stayed where he was, content to remain limp in Severus's arms for a little while longer.

"My knees, John. I was hoping you could drop by?"

"Sev, what time is it?" Severus cast a wandless Tempus, raising a brow at the time floating in the air, the number eleven almost mocking him. "Oh. Well, um, of course. Do I need to come alone?"

"No. You may have Severus accompany you."


Apparating to Minerva's cottage in the beautiful McGonagall highlands took little effort and he appreciated John's gasp of astonishment. He'd been much the same his first time here.

"Come along. I suppose Minnie will let you explore after you've tended to her." Severus teased gently as he tugged his lover along the path.

"This is bloody amazing... Good afternoon, Minerva."

"It is a good afternoon indeed, Healer Watson-Holmes." Severus smiled as the Scottish brogue washed over his senses. "What has you with a smile on your face, Severus?"

"You, Minerva. I've missed you." he murmured softly as he sat next to her.

"Well that can't be helped then. Your Healer's been treating you well I see." her tone made him chuckle wryly.

"It's the cubs that keep me on my toes. They went to Hogwarts a week ago."

"Did they? My, how times flies when one's alone... I suppose Harry and that delightful Holmes are still sleeping in?" she sighed as John's glowing hands ran over her knees. "Oh, John. That's ever so much better."

"You're more than welcome- Harry's not going to be happy we're not close by." As soon as the words left John's lips, a brilliantly silver stag trotted to a halt and had Harry's voice.

"Severus, John. I hope you're safe. Please send back a response."

Severus conjured up his own Patronus with a mutter of, "Expecto Patronum." The silvery stag burst forth from his wand-tip and nuzzled the other as it faded. "We're at Minnie's cottage. We'll be here for a while and then come home. We love you."

"And Harry, kitten, stop worrying so much. We're perfectly safe." John added with a laugh as he flopped back into the heather. The stag gave a little nod and sped off gracefully as Severus slouched in the comfortable chair. "Sev, come lay with me."

"We're getting too old for that sort of nonsense, John." he hummed. John's response was a raspberry followed by a kiss.

"Uh-huh. We're also too old to play the games we were playing yesterday. We did it anyway."

"Severus, you're barely a third of the way through your years." Minerva chuckled fondly, "Make the most of them."

"This infernal silver streak keeps getting me odd looks." he tugged on the strand that stubbornly remained the same color. "I can't glamour it either."

"Why would you? Harry loves it." John snorted lightly. "Besides which, I like it and Sherlock likes to braid it when you're still asleep."

"Muggles normally don't look my age and have silver in their hair in such a concentrated streak." Severus gave up with these words.

"No they don't. It does lend you an exotic flare though." came their wolf's response as he leaned against Severus's thigh, a small smile dancing on the firm lips he loved so well.

"The three of you are keeping me from glamouring. Lovely." he laughed softly, having realized what was keeping him from doing so in the first place.

"What do you mean?"

"Wish magic is the hardest to overcome as it is a manifestation of the caster's will. It's also known as accidental magic and wandless want. You do recall that intent is a great deal of what makes certain spells Dark and Light, yes?" Severus murmured as they breathed in the slightly nippy air.

"So our intention is to keep it visible. Huh." John hummed as Severus continued to massage his scalp lightly.

"Relatively harmless when it comes to intentions. However, take that same force of will and apply it to a nefarious purpose and you have Dark magic."


They Apparated back to the house to see Sherlock and Harry stepping out. The familiar deep blue scarf made both of them smile.

"Where are we going?" he asked as he Transfigured his Wizarding robes into a green turtleneck, black slacks and a leather duster.

"Nowhere in particular except into Muggle London." Sherlock smirked at his choice in wardrobe as he pulled his dark wool coat closer to his lanky frame. Harry was in a short leather jacket with a black sweater and jeans. John was in his usual cardigan and jeans, his coat pulled against the wind that swirled playfully around their home.

"Brrr... I hope you're taking us somewhere with warm tea." John muttered as he snuggled closer to Severus.

Harry took them to Dean Street House. The ambience was something that was easy, if a bit stiff from the slightly brusque wait-staff. Harry and John were talking about the best way to Heal certain wounds in low tones. Sherlock was fiddling with his phone but he'd plopped himself into Severus's lap and had placed his hands on his hips.

"Who in Merlin's name are you texting now, genius?" he murmured as he removed one hand to sip his Earl Grey.

"Mmm, Lestrade. He's been trying to find a date for his sister's wedding for nearly a month and the wedding's tomorrow. Do we know anyone open at that particular time that isn't attached?"

"Isn't Greg already married?" Harry hummed absently as he played with the end of John's ponytail.

"Not anymore. You do recall that his wife left him around the same time Anderson's did?"

"Ah. Would it concern you remotely if I told you Kingsley and your brother have been leaving him extravagant gifts?" Severus chuckled wryly as Sherlock stiffened before sighing.

"Mycroft is always sticking his nose in my business." came the grumbled response. "To answer your question, that is a yes. Greg was the first person outside of the family to much care for my deductions."

"You're miffed that he's not told you." he said lightly as he massaged Sherlock's hips with gentle circular motions,

"Perhaps."

"Give me your phone for a moment." It was more a command than a request but Sherlock gave it to him anyway.

"... Fine." He scrolled through the contacts and messaged Greg with a quick text.

Sherlock's miffed that you haven't told him yet about the gifts. I do know who they are from. Call if you would like to know. -SS

The phone rang barely a second later.

"Severus? How did you get Sherlock's phone?"

"I told him to hand it over for a moment. He's not as difficult as he'd like you to believe Greg." he snorted softly, rolling his eyes at Sherlock as he wormed his way around and was now straddling him in public. "Well?"

"I would like to know. My sister has started calling in favors from the bridesmaids. It's a bit terrifying to be honest. Those women are too young for me." came Greg's answer. "I told her I had a date to stop them from coming over. The gifts started the day after that and that was a month ago."

"It's Kingsley and Mycroft." Severus almost laughed but held in his amusement, a small grin tugging at his lips.

"... You're kidding." Greg's voice held incredulity.

"I am not. Kings won't shut up and Mycroft goes along with whatever Kings wants."

"Oh my God. What do I say?"

"Yes. It's quite simple, really, and Kingsley is fond of you."


Ending A/N: I HAVE FAN ART! Yes! Finally! Thank you, Dom. You've been wonderful.

Okay, it'll be put up in my profile concurrently with this chapter. It's made me ridiculously happy and spurred this chapter on when I had been kind of lost before. I think it was the song I'd chosen. Oh well. You all get another chapter; I can sit here and enjoy my fanart. Only three more chapters before this fic is finished. I'm still taking song requests! For Ryuze, the recipe from the very first chapter is below this. Enjoy!

Sopapilla Cheesecake

Original recipe makes 1 - 9x13 inch cheesecake

2 (8 ounce) packages cream cheese, softened

1 cup white sugar

1 teaspoon Mexican vanilla extract

2 (8 ounce) cans refrigerated crescent rolls

3/4 cup white sugar

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/2 cup butter, room temperature

1/4 cup honey

Directions

Preheat an oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Prepare a 9x13 inch baking dish with cooking spray.

Beat the cream cheese with 1 cup of sugar and the vanilla extract in a bowl until smooth.

Unroll the cans of crescent roll dough, and use a rolling pin to shape each piece into 9x13 inch rectangles. Press one piece into the bottom of a 9x13 inch baking dish. Evenly spread the cream cheese mixture into the baking dish, then cover with the remaining piece of crescent dough. Stir together 3/4 cup of sugar, cinnamon, and butter. Dot the mixture over the top of the cheesecake.

Bake in the preheated oven until the crescent dough has puffed and turned golden brown, about 30 minutes. Remove from the oven and drizzle with honey. Cool completely in the pan before cutting into 12 squares.