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A/N: See prologue chapter.
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221B Baker Street - General
Finally Mycroft cleared his throat and said, "And that, Mister Potter, is why you are more than 'just Harry.' You are 'The-Boy-Who-Lived."
Harry stared at Mycroft. He reached up unconsciously and touched his scar while thinking, 'The-Boy-Who-Lived? What kind of title was that?'
Sherlock, having noticed Harry's movement, asked, "Is that when Harry got the scar on his forehead? When Voldemort tried to kill him? What kind of curse can cause a scar like lightening?"
"How can I be a boy who lived?" asked Harry at the same time.
Lestrade and Molly exchanged a look, clearly deciding how much they should tell.
"Yes when You-Know-Who tried to kill Harry, he gave him the scar," said Molly, slowly.
John and Harry nodded slightly while Sherlock and Mycroft continued to watch Molly and Lestrade, waiting for either one of them to continue.
But before Molly or Lestrade could continue, they all turned towards the door as they heard the front door slam. Mrs. Hudson must be back.
"You should continue this conversation later," said Mycroft, suggesting a plan for them.
"Don't tell me what to do Mycroft," said Sherlock, sounding disgusted, but nevertheless agreeing reluctantly. Mycroft had a way of getting his way.
Mycroft sighed and said, "Do you have to take everything I say to you as an order?"
"Yes because you always make it one," said Sherlock, staring at his brother, daring him to argue.
John and Lestrade exchanged a look, rolling their eyes at each other, used to this, while Molly and Harry looked uncomfortable, unused to the exchange between the brothers, though Harry also wanted an answer to his question.
Before Mycroft could say anything in response to his last comment, Sherlock continued and said, "Do you have anything else of importance to say before you go?"
Mycroft stared at his brother for a moment before he said, "As a matter of fact I do."
Mycroft reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out two envelopes. He stood up, walked over to Sherlock, John and Harry sitting on the couch and handed one envelope to John.
"What's this?" asked John taking the envelope, slightly hesitantly, not knowing what surprises Mycroft would have for him.
Mycroft looked at John, rising his eyebrow slightly as if he thought John should have known, before he said, "It's the information to your new bank account. I've had your funds transferred this morning."
John was silent for a moment as Lestrade gave John a pointed look, clearly stating how creepy the situation was, before John sighed and said, "Right. Thanks. Do you have the name of the bank in here too?"
Mycroft's lips twitched upward, slightly sardonically, as he said, "Yes I do remember having that included in there as well."
John looked at Mycroft and said, "You and Sherlock tend to forget important pieces of information sometimes."
Sherlock looked disgusted and said, "Don't put me in the same class as Mycroft."
"You'll have to acknowledge that you're brothers one day," replied John.
"We do once a year on Christmas for Mummy's sake," replied Mycroft, also looking insulted.
John sighed. He should have known he would have never win at something like, especially against both of them.
"What's in the second envelope?" asked John.
Mycroft handed the second envelope to Sherlock, who looked at it for a moment, before Mycroft sighed and said, "Just take it, Sherlock. It's yours and Doctor Watson's temporary guardianship of Mister Potter."
Harry sat up even straighter in chair looking at the envelope that Sherlock took from his brother as if it were the most important object in the whole room.
"Why temporary and not permanent?" asked Sherlock to Mycroft, opening the envelope and looking at the papers.
"There are some complications that I have to work around yet," said Mycroft sounding absentmindedly.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, not completely believing Mycroft.
"And how long will it take for these complications to work out?" asked Sherlock.
"As long as it takes," was Mycroft's reply.
Harry interrupted Sherlock and Mycroft's conversation and said, "I don't have to go back to Uncle Vernon and Dudley?"
"No," said Sherlock at once.
"For now," said Mycroft at the same time.
"No," said Sherlock, again. "I promise."
Mycroft stared at Sherlock, giving him an unreadable look. Sherlock looked at Mycroft, daring him to argue with him.
Mycroft, taking a note from his brother's book, didn't say anything, just turned around and moved back to his chair.
"How did you manage to do that so fast?" asked Molly, looking at Mycroft. "Doesn't it take a while for things like that to go through? Even temporary ones?"
From his seated position, Mycroft looked at Molly and said, "Of course it takes a while."
"But then-" started Molly.
"I would leave it there, Molly," said Lestrade, giving Mycroft a weary look.
Molly looked at Lestrade before she looked at everyone else in the room and taking note of their expressions ranging from unimpressed to exasperated to awed. She quietly decided to let the subject drop while she still apparently could.
Mycroft dusted invisible lint of his trousers before he said, "I've got more news."
There was silence for a few minutes before Lestrade asked, "Are you going to share with the rest of us?"
Mycroft shot him a look and said, "Vernon Dursley," Harry tensed at his uncle's name, "survived his bullet wound. He is currently in critical but stable condition at Saint Bartholomew's."
"How unfortunate," said Sherlock.
"Sherlock!" said John and Lestrade at once while Harry looked stricken and Molly looked slightly disapproving.
"What?" asked Sherlock, unsure what they were attempting to scold him for – he had been making comments like this about Vernon Dursley since he met him.
John and Lestrade both looked pointedly at Harry and Sherlock followed their gaze to look at Harry, before he leaned back in his seat and went over the paperwork about his and John's guardianship on Harry so as to give himself something to do besides participation in the current conversation.
Harry looked at Mycroft and said, "Did he say anything about me?"
Mycroft stared at Harry, debating on what to tell him, before he said, truthfully, "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting Vernon Dursley myself, Mister Potter, nor to have a conversation with him so I cannot say."
"Oh," said Harry looking at his legs, picking at a hole that was on his pocket.
"Mister Potter, do you wish to have anything from Number Four Privet Drive brought to you?" asked Mycroft, changing the subject and knowing that Mister Potter wouldn't be going back there for the time being, if ever – if his brother got his way.
Harry looked up from his trousers surprised and said, "How'd you know that's where I lived?"
Mycroft looked at him and said, "It wasn't that hard."
Lestrade and John shared another look - Lestrade muttering under his breath with "creepy" being the only word that was audible - while Molly looked disturbed, wondering if he knew where she lived now.
"Creepy," muttered Harry, unintentionally copying Lestrade and only loud enough for Sherlock and John to hear causing their lips to turn upwards slightly, though Mycroft seen his lips move causing him to frown. Lestrade and Molly exchanged a look, unsure what Harry had said.
"Mister Potter?" asked Mycroft.
"Huh?" asked Harry.
Mycroft's eye twitched at the sound coming from the youth, though he ignored it for the moment, and said, "Do you have anything you need or want from Privet Drive?"
"I have my – er – blanket that I had since I was a baby that I would like," said Harry blushing a bit as he said it.
Mycroft - along with everyone else in the room - said nothing about the item in question, just nodded his head and said, "Where is it?"
"My room," said Harry, not wanting to say where he room was.
"Where is your room?" asked Mycroft.
Harry said nothing, but then he didn't have to as Sherlock said, "It's the cupboard under the stairs."
There was silence after that pronouncement – though Harry's silence was horrified. He didn't know he let that slip.
"Right," said Mycroft after a while, he would let Sherlock and everyone else deal with that revelation. "Sherlock," continued Mycroft.
Sherlock sighed to show he was listening.
Mycroft sighed at his brother's behavior and said, "Make sure you enroll Mister Potter in school. It's the second week of August and school starts September first."
Sherlock could have said a lot of things to that but instead he said, "I found your list of recommendations in the envelope."
"Do not forget," said Mycroft with a pointed look at John.
Mycroft stood, picked up his umbrella and said, "Enjoy the rest of your day." He gave his brother a pointed look causing Sherlock to stand, giving the envelope and its contents to John.
"Let me walk you out," said Sherlock causing everyone except for Mycroft to look at them incredulously.
Mycroft said nothing but started to head out of the flat with Sherlock following him.
They walked in silence until they reached the door and then they both stopped, facing the door.
"Why can't you say the word 'wizard' or anything to do with magic?" asked Sherlock, not looking at Mycroft.
"One of their officials put something like a whammy," Mycroft turned his nose up at the language he was forced to use before he continued, "on me and my immediate assistant so we can't tell anyone."
"Why?" asked Sherlock.
"Because I am a constant as is she. The Prime Minister changes so they don't worry about them much," explained Mycroft.
"But you and her are always there and can tell people if you could and being one of the most powerful people in all of Britain, you would be believed," said Sherlock, finishing Mycroft thoughts.
"Exactly," said Mycroft.
"Is there anyway around it?" asked Sherlock.
"Not that I am aware and I've been looking for years," said Mycroft with a slight bitterness in his voice. He disliked any kind of restrictions.
"How were you able to write the title of the book down then?" asked Sherlock, raising his eyebrow.
"I am unable to speak of them but I can write it down - as long as it isn't with my computer or a quill and parchment," said Mycroft, sounding as if he was quoting something.
"Quill and parchment?" asked Sherlock, sounding incredulous.
"They do need to get out of the dark ages with some things."
Sherlock was silent for a moment.
Mycroft was silent.
"Ah so they made it so you couldn't say their name either and hence are trying to be thorough," said Sherlock. "Can you give any hints?"
"They make a toad look pleasing," said Mycroft, enjoying insulting the person who caused his displeasure.
Sherlock raised his eyebrow further.
Mycroft then turned to Sherlock and asked, changing the subject abruptly, "Are you sure this is a good idea? Especially with what we have planned?"
"I know what I'm doing Mycroft," answered back Sherlock turning to look at him as well.
"Are you sure? First you involve Doctor Watson and now you are involving a five-year-old boy and probably the Detective Inspector and Doctor Hooper as well. You know why I first asked you for your help on this," said Mycroft.
Sherlock was silent for a moment before he said, "I need help getting the bottom flat cleaned out for the extra space."
Mycroft sighed. His brother could infuriate him sometimes but he knew Mycroft would do anything to help him. "I'll see that it's done in the coming days."
Mycroft straightened his suit jacket while looking his brother up and down and said, "I hope you know what you're doing. This is a dangerous game you're playing." Mycroft then left the flat with a parting statement of, "Give Mummy my best."
Sherlock watched him leave without saying a word to either of his parting statements.
Future excerpt from John's Blog
Time – Unknown
I could barely believe it when Sherlock and Mycroft left the flat without Sherlock saying something at his brother and I wasn't the only one. I was half expecting to hear Mrs. Hudson's scream about finding a dead body on the floor near the door. Luckily that didn't happen. To this day, I have no idea what the whole conversation was about though it was the first time the toad was mentioned…
A/N: So how about that whole series three of Sherlock, huh? And that finale? Not to mention the final ten minutes of the episode? Anyone have a similar reaction to me? Something along the lines of: asdfasdofija! I can't believe they went there! akdfjaosidfj! Anyone? Honestly, I'm not sure I'm over it yet even now close to three days later... asdfkaosdifjasdifjanf! And if you are going to comment in a review about series three, keep it spoiler free please. Thanks! See you next Wednesday!