Harry Potter belongs to JKR and Warner bro. Sherlock belongs to Sir AKD and BBC. I reserve the right to laugh in the face of anyone that thinks I make money off of this... Cause I don't!
This is my first fanfic in many years. So please be nice.
Note: The timeline for Harry Potter and Sherlock have been changed for this fic. This story takes place in 2008, Set in the beginning of POA (3rd year) for Harry and Season one of Sherlock (Right after Blind Banker).
Chapter 1; Bravery and Curiosity.
Harry remembered exactly when it started. His fascination with how the world worked.
Dudley was having his 5th birthday party, and he had been given one of the noise makers that all the other kids had. A little plastic thing, not even worth a pound, that made a noise when you blew into it. Aunt Petunia was livid when she saw he had been given one of the toys, but there had been other people around; she couldn't do anything.
Dudley, however, did do something. He grabbed it from Harry, tossed it to the ground and stomped down hard on it. He broke the little plastic toy into pieces. He had a laugh with his friends and left Harry to his misery. Harry picked up the broken pieces. After a moment or two of tinkering around, he had figured out that the main part of the noise maker was still intact. After breaking away a bit more of the plastic on the sides off and fiddling with it a bit more; He got the noise maker to work again.
It didn't sound the same as it did before it was broken, but it was close enough that Harry wasn't sad anymore. He quickly put his toy away in his overly large pockets before anyone saw that he had fixed it. Later that night, when he was sent to his cupboard under the stairs, he placed it next to his little pewter wizard toy. It instantly became one of his treasured possessions.
That was the moment it all began. Something in Harry had awoken. Something in him had sparked and come to life when he had seen the INSIDE of the noise maker. When he learned that even without the plastic case thing covering it, it still made noise…
Harry's thirst for knowledge had begun.
He began to wonder about things… Electricity, cars, microwaves, computers... How they worked, were made, and what changes could be made to them so they worked better...
It was hard for Harry to get anywhere the first few years. Whenever he would ask Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia about how things worked or why things were the way they were, they would always tell him "Don't ask questions!" or "They just do!"
Luckily there was Miss. Figg down the street, and the teachers at school. While he didn't get to ask them all the time, the times he did ask, they were more than happy to answer him. He learned quite a lot, but it always lead to him wanting to know more.
Before long Harry had the title of the most curious boy in school.
Harry was given his Hogwarts letter, a wand, and let loose on a magical book store on his eleventh birthday. He was in heaven. Hagrid was shocked with how quickly the boy took to accepting magic, and answered as many question as he could. But what really made Harry's birthday unforgettable was when he returned to Number 4...
He now had a wand, dozens and dozens of books on magic and ENTIRE room full of Dudley's old toys and broken things… And weeks and weeks of time before School officially started. He grinned from ear to ear as the now-eleven-year-old took to the rubble in his room like a fish to water.
The Dursleys said nothing when Harry returned Dudley's bike, air-gun, and previously broken items back to him. All fully repaired and looking brand new.
But when he fixed Dudley's old computer and was caught trying to use it, they immediately flipped out and took it away. When Dudley broke it a second time out of sheer spite a few days later, they decided maybe it was easier just to let Harry keep the worthless old thing… Their Dudders already had a newer and better computer after all, and that was what mattered.
It was the summer after 2nd year; He, Ron, and Hermione had saved Ginny and closed the chamber of secrets.
Harry was still known as the most curious boy in school, but this time the school was Hogwarts. While he didn't live in the Library like Hermione, He was well-known for his 'Tinkering.'
During his first few years at school, Harry had already charmed an old snowboard into a "Hover board", made an object that was a logical cross between a quill and a pen, fixed up over half of the school's old brooms, and repaired or restored any broken item that any student would bring him. Even if it took begging a teacher for information on how to fix it.
There was no object to big or to small that Harry wouldn't look at, and try to figure out...
The hours spent in the clock tower and the great hall just staring upwards for inspiration where proof enough of that. It was just who Harry was. Everyone, even Ron accepted it.
But it was an odd website that Harry found while web-surfing late one night, (On Dudley's old computer he repaired a long time ago.) That gripped Harry for hours and hours that summer... a website that would end up changing his entire life.
'The science of Deduction.' A website owned by one Sherlock Holmes...