Title: When You Were Young (Or, alternatively: Five Times Harry Declared Sherlock His Friend, And One Time Sherlock Declared It Himself.)
Fandom(s): BBC Sherlock, Harry Potter Series.
Disclaimer: After checking my passport, many revealing spells and identity charms, not to mention a deduction of my life or two, I can confirm – with regret – that I am not J.K. Rowling, or Mark Gatiss, or Steven Moffat, or any of them other talented arseholes.
Author's Notes: Yes, hello! Guess who's back? Yep, I've got other stuff I should be working on, but sorry boys, I'm SO changeable! Anyway, as it would get boring if I commented on every chapter, I thought I'd just get things all out of the way now, on this prologue/sneak-peak/whatever, rather than wee little bits on each page. This was inspired by a lot of things. One thing, of course, would be the series' themselves. I consider myself a proud life-long Potterhead and Sherlockian (and a Whovian, but what do you expect, I'm British). Another was The Killer's song, which I named this after, 'When You Were Young'.
But mostly, it was because of a dream I had, where two little boys (one dressed in rags, the other in riches) who were facing each other, sat on different ends of a park bench. It was a strange dream, and I can't remember what they were talking about but… I couldn't just dream something like that and just leave it, could I? Anyway, I would love to see Harry and Sherlock being friends. It would be an interesting thing to read about – their interaction, I mean. Harry isn't a John, but it would be slightly alike, I suppose, yet not quite the head-in-the-fridge-how-can-you-not-know-about-The- Solar-System dynamic that those two have. Oh, those two… Sherlock and John, I'm talking about.
Who cares about romance, I just want their friendship!
Anyway, I'm getting off topic, which is a clear sign that I need to stop. So, happy reading!
(Not much in this chapter, but no worries, it's only the intro.)
Harry Potter and Sherlock Holmes were different.
Of course, they were both different in…well, different ways, but still.
Different.
Five times they met as two-boys-who-just-so-happened-to-know-each-other, before eventually becoming friends. It was a rather unnecessarily overcomplicated, yet somehow so straightforward friendship, but a friendship all the same.
It confused the world around them, but then again – what with Harry's life and Sherlock's attitude – why should they care what the world thought?
The people that mind don't matter, and the people that matter don't mind.
And that's the way things always should be.
Freaks have got to stick together, after all.