[A bbc Sherlock harry potter crossover with twists. Warning, this will have the following.
Messing of cannon.
Bad Dumbledore.
Not as bad Tom Riddle, still bad but for reasons that will be revealed.
Some Weasley bashing but not all of them.
Non-griffindor Harry.
Slash.
Murder/Violence
Extremly minor background oc's that are for backstory only.]
James Moriarty sat up from where he had fallen. Popping his jaw he felt the back of his head. He had just shot himself in the mouth but there seemed to be no signs of it. Taking in his surroundings he knew that he must be dead.
Jim stood in a whited out version of a london cafe. It was small and filled with bookshelves and an area for laptops. This was the same cafe he met his beloved Sebastian in.
Jim sat down at their table and barely held in his surprise when a dark, cloaked figure appeared in the chair across from him. Smoke billowed around them, as if their cloak was made of black smoke. The figure waved a thin, pale hand toward the table and two sets of tea cups faded into existence.
Jim remained silent as he watched the figure sip. He could not see through the darkness of the hood. After the first sip the figure set down it's tea and spoke.
It's voice sounded odd to Jim, like a man and a woman speaking at the same time.
"So you tried to use a ritual dispite not being magical. You tried this for what reason?"
Jim hummed as he picked up the cup from the table, dropping a cube of sugar into it before taking a sip.
"My Sebastian died having only a few years worth of good memories. The majority of his life was, in his words, 'like living around dementors and only having false happiness to cope with it'."
The figure cocked its hooded head to the side.
"You killed yourself to give him a second chance? All because he never got the happiness he deserved as a child?"
Jim giggled and took another sip.
"I know, it really doesn't sound like something I would do. Why would a criminal mastermind do all this for one of his employees?"
Jim smiled sadly down at the cup of tea, his normally empty eyes actually showed the light of something no one thought he was capable of feeling. He looked back up at the figure,
"The truth is...he is the only person I have ever...felt something for."
The figure seemed to laugh before shaking its head.
"You loved him so much that you killed yourself so he could be happy? Who knew someone as Dark as you could feel so strongly."
Jim frowned at the way they said dark. It sounded like an inside joke for some reason. Then again the entire sentence had been dripping with sarcasm. The figure set it's cup down and waved toward the door.
"Good luck James Moriarty."
Jim didn't even get to finish his tea when he felt a familiar sensation. It was like when Sebastian apparated with Jim being a side along.
Jim Moriarty vanished from the white cafe as the figure laughed.
"Perhaps you can put my master on the correct path."
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Jim's eyes opened to reveal an eerily familiar ceiling. Sitting up he looked around, he was in his childhood bedroom. Jim paid no mind to the sound of his mother, shouting in another drunken fit, from downstairs. She was almost always drunk and she hated him. She saw him as a freak, much like his dear Sebastian's family had seen him as, so she was unimportant.
It took him only a few years to accept it when he was younger. He'd been much too hopeful and weak back then.
The feeling of paper in his hand made him frown and he looked at his hand. There really was a note in his hand.
"Get to Gringotts, test yourself, get your sniper to Gringotts too."
The note was not written by Jim. The most likely candidate would be the figure he met at the crossroad, that is what Seb had called it when he told Jim if his own experience.
Jim smiled as the note faded in a puff of black smoke. That proved who the note was from so he thought no more og it as he got dressed and went about his morning routine. There is a new game beginning and he was going to win...no matter the cost.