*I do not own any characters or settings in this story. they are the property of acd-Sherlock & jkr-harry potter. Enjoy readers*
It was early morning in Little Whinging, too early for any normal teenager to be awake. Then again Harry Potter was no normal teenager. He was a freak, a criminal, and a burden in privet drive and in the Wizarding world... Well he was a scapegoat one moment, and then saviour the next. The media had dragged his name through the muck, but he didn't care. Not anymore.
Sirius. Agony tore at his insides. The guilt was eating his at muscles, in his blood creeping through his scrawny body. The pain was worse than any beating his Uncle could give. His only hope of family, freedom was lost. But Harry remembered what Sirius told him late at night under silencing charms through the mirror. Anger washed through him, Dumbledore, that man. He'd been manipulating him, controlling him. Well no longer. Harry was taking control. He wasn't going to end up like his dead god father.
Harry was currently in Privet Drive pacing in his bare prison like room adrenaline racing through his veins. Today was the day he was breaking free. The order was following him, stalking him. Perverts. It made no sense, Harry wasn't allowed outside by his so-called family, he'd contaminate the air, infect Dudders. Idiots. So why did he have a guard? The blood wards stopped Voldemort coming anywhere near the house. So why were they wasting their time sat in the tree of Mrs Figg's house watching him 24 7? They could be doing something to fight Voldemort, saving lives not babysitting the boy-who-lived! Sheep of Dumbledore. Goldfish.
Harry sat down carefully on the bed wincing. His Uncle Vernon had been in a particularly foul mood last night. He glanced down at his watch. It was Dudley's until he got a newer more impressive on and threw it out. It was silver, and expensive you could see the cogs turning, and the wristband was way too big because it obviously used to fit his obese pig of a cousin. Ha, it was probably far too complicated and hard for precious Dudders to use anyway.
2:30 Am. Half an hour until his baby sitters change shift. It'd be the trampy little man's turn he'd worked out. That man always came 3am Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Harry could tell as he'd sit under the cloak for ten minutes smoking a cigar, the smoke rose from under the cloak then crack, the idiot would apperate away for exactly 3 hours until he returned to swap shifts with another sheep. This all played in Harrys favour, it gave him the perfect opportunity to leave. Today was Monday so he could come back Tuesday or Wednesday, and no one wold suspect it. His inner Slytherin was cackling with glee. He needed to be more Slytherin now. No more Mr innocent!
He checked his watch. 2:56am. He pulled on Dudley's old shoes, which took skill to walk in as they were far too big they had parchment stuffed in at the toes to help them stay on his sockless feet. He looked down at himself with a grimace. Clothes all dark colours clean but way too big, after all they were bought initially for a baby whale! 2:30am. Adrenaline raced through his veins, shivering in excitement he removed the loose floor board scooping up his wand and cloak, tying his father's cloak under his hoodie and wand taped to his forearm with a bandage Aunt Petunia gave to him after a particularly nasty beating. 3:09 Am. His ears strained to hear the familiar crack of the sheep leaving. It was eerily silent unit crack!
Yes. Harry jumped up forgetting about his pain. Creeping to the window he inched it open slowing listening to his uncle's loud snores. Good they were all asleep. Harry unrolled large ball of green and silver thick string tying it to his bedframe .He'd made the string at Hogwarts it charmed unbreakable and had unicorn hairs entwined within he'd 'borrowed' them from Hagrids, he made it after... After Sirius died.
How hard could it be? Harry lowered himself over the ledge. No going back now. He wrapped end of the the string round one foot and slipped down his muscles quivering and hands bleeding he made it to the bottom of the string which he'd knotted. He cursed. He had at least a meters drop. He dangled mid-air for a moment then dropped on to the driveway of privet drive. He landed in heap bruising his left hip. He grinned in triumph despite the throb. 'Ha watch out world, son of a Marauder coming to get you' he thought inwardly dizzy with success. Siri would be so proud. 'I'll make you proud Siri' he vowed. Harry jogged away from Privet Drive until the adrenaline had worn off and he was far enough away no to be associated with the boy with lived.
Glancing around the coast was clear he called the knight bus, and raised his hood pulling one of Duddykins' baseball hats he'd stole from the laundry over this eyes, waiting for the bus. A cack and smash tore the silence as the bus ran into a silver wheelie bin before stopping a millimetre before Harry. 'Whoa, Jesus the fools nearly killed me' he jumped back. 'Imagine the headline boy-who-lived-to-die-under-a-crazy-bus'. His inner musing interrupted by the man he remembered as Stan, he hadn't changed much. His grotty uniform had creases around the knees hips and elbows telling harry that he slept in his clothes last night, blood shot eyes a whiff of booze told him that he'd passed out drunk last night obviously alone as no one drinks socially in uniform. Stan had finished his welcoming speech with a groan rudely asking where I was 'eaded. I avoided eye contact and said with a ridiculously low voice and American accent 'Gringotts please' Harry handed him the rest of last year's money and climbed on rushing to the back behind other passengers and pretended to sleep. He felt the rusty red bus jerk forward. 'It was 10 times scarier with your eyes closed' Harry concluded clinging to his seat so there wasn't a repeat of last time where he went flying into the window. He sighed with relief as Stan hollered Gringotts his painfully empty stomach was churning as he left the bus with another fellow who looked equally as ill as he felt. He paused to catch his breath.
This was it, he mentally pep talked to himself, the start of his control, he could do it! He willed his feet to enter the grand building spotting the man from the bus bowing to a goblin, he mused to himself that 'it made sense to respect the ones who have your money' so harry straightens his spine painfully and strode confidently showing no weakness (he hoped) and went to a free desk waiting politely for the goblin he recognised as Griphook to finish writing. A moment later Griphook delicately laid down his quill and raised his eyes to Harry who bowed stiffly and spoke quietly 'hello Griphook' the goblins greedy eyes widened slightly 'I'd like to speak to someone privately if it's no trouble please' the goblin stared him down before drawling out an 'indeed' and a quirk of his white brow. Harry nervously hunched his shoulders and jumped when he heard the soft thump of Griphook moving 'follow me' the goblin commanded curiously his sharpened teeth flashing as he spoke the room the entered had a beautiful mahogany desk with squishy chairs that Harry gratefully sunk into after he was invited. The goblin eyes bore into Harrys under his cap making him supress a squirm 'I'd like to become secretly emancipated please.' harry coolly spoke, secretly impressed with himself.
'Very well Mr potter may I ask why?' the goblin enquired.
'I want to take control of my life. Will you help me?' unknowingly harry gained some respect off the sly goblin. Knowing it was the headmaster that he wanted to take control from.
'Yes Mr Potter I will help you' he claimed 'but you do realise that by becoming leally an adult that you may claim your lordships of potter and black.' Griphook questioned with a smirk.
Harry smirked back feeing disturbingly Slytherin and parroted the goblins earlier words 'indeed'
The next few hours harry gained his lordship ring that the goblin made invisible on his fingers and harry felt the welcoming family magic sing to him. But when harry enquired on how much his vault had left, the goblin looked disturbed and said 'Mr Potter you have multiple vaults you should have been receiving statements from your manager monthly.' harry replied that he hadn't received any and looked rather pissed off. Griphook pulled out a very thick parchment from the smooth desk and a small jewelled knife while muttering to himself about incompetent fools his scowl fixed on harry and he instructed him to put five drops of blood on the parchment to see what vaults he had inherited. The blood splattered on the parchment and it slithered forming his family tree. It revealed that he had inherited not only he potters Gryffindor's and blacks but Slytherin, and Ravenclaws vaults from his mother's side. Huh so his mother came from a long line of squibs. Interesting, he mused. Griphook cleared his throat gaining Harrys attention and asked if he wanted to claim those lordships as well, which harry confirmed three more rings joined the other but on the opposite hand. Harry was dazed, he had five lordships and lots of vaults.
He needed someone efficient to help him manage his money so asked Griphook if he wanted the job, the goblins reaction was startling his lips curled into a vicious smile he interlaced his fingers and replied 'it would be my pleasure' they then proceeded to discuss for a further hour where some of his money should be invested into such as Weasleys wizarding wheezes and various muggle companies that the goblin noted down he had to research. After cracking his back and wincing when a cut reopened the goblins fine senses smelt it and proceeded to heal Harrys wounds and strengthen his bones via potions, finally after that embarrassment harry visited all his vault putting several books weapons and a black and emerald dragon hide armour in a pouch provided by Griphook and he pocketed the two credit cards (muggle and wizardry) into his hoodie and picked up a nice backpack that was weightless and had an extendable charm on.
Harry left the imposing bank to daylight outside and the ally was starting the get busy. Not wanting to be recognised harry rushed through the leaky cauldron and into London where he proceeded to eat a very unhealthy breakfast. Feeling people stare at his awful clothes harry decided his next task would be shopping he could easy explain that he got the on the internet so he needn't keep Dudley's clothes. Harry bought a pair of jeans and a nice hoodie at the first store he found then located the public toilets to change throwing away the old clothes with a 'good riddance' Harry went buying a full wardrobe from thick warm socks(no holey ones anymore) to casual smart jeans.
Harry then passed the very expensive stores with suites he paused putting all his bags in his nifty rucksack he entered and got silk shirts that were heaven against his nipples in several shades of blue and green and a few in white, plum, black, but red as the tailor said it didn't suit his complexion, and well, who was he to argue with the expert? He was the measured for several suits, a silvery grey, a black and a blue. He was informed that a few adjustments needed making to existing ones and that he would pick out waist coats and ties and to come back in an hour. Harry spent the hour food shopping at a Sainsbury's buying precooked high protein meals as he planned to put on some weight and muscle and hopefully grow more than the goblin potion made him. The shopping which contain rather a lot of chocolate as well went into his rucksack when he was alone and he returned to the store retrieving his suits the tailor insisted on harry earing one to try it harry chose the black suit and waistcoat with an emerald shirt and thin black tie as he gazed in the mirror he thought that it made him feel more arrogant than Malfoy!
Harry felt like a proper English gentleman not to mention sexy but still a bit scrawny. He turned to leave with thanks to be bump into a strong hard body harry looked up into steely grey eyes that practically undressed him he apologised profusely the mystery man smirked at him making harry blush and curse his awful gay reactions. Damn. After a short conversation where the proceeded to deduce him harry refused to intimidated at shot the man down with his conclusions back. The man he learnt was called Mycroft, it fitted him perfectly he was very sophisticated with his three piece suit and his black umbrella. Mycroft convinced harry to eat with him at a restaurant and they learnt many things feeling surprisingly comfortable with each other's company Harry confessed that he needed to lean etiquette with a playful grimace and Mycroft jumped at the chance of spending time with the puzzling teen. Harry was nervous accepting is help but the man won him over and the arranged for harry to stay at Mycroft's London house until either Wednesday or next Monday when the idiot sheep would be on duty. He knew he wouldn't get caught as he aunt would never willingly speak to 'one of his lot', so harry accepted to stay until next Monday where he wold be moved to the Weasleys.
Harrys week was one of the best in his life he had the comfiest bed and Mycroft shaped him into the perfect gentleman even refining his speech Harry got the opportunity to shadow Mycroft at work as 'the British government as Mycroft told Harry his baby brother called him. Harry met Sherlock on the Friday after he'd been kicked out of another flat due to the chemical experiments and the violin. Sherlock therefor was forced to stay with Mycroft until he found another flat. Sherlock and harry became fast friends Harry learnt great and disturbing things from him such as his own memory palace that he made in a few days that harry called a memory castle with a smirk at Sherlock's childish disgruntlement and he learnt to play the violin because Sherlock said 'it is good at removing unwanted people from the room' with a glare at his brother. Mycroft merely rolled his eyes at his baby brother's antics.
Sunday night soon came where harry felt that Mycroft having such a high position in the government and Sherlock solving murders they should know about the wizarding world, it is common knowledge that only the prime minister and muggleborn's parents are the only muggles to know the secret, however with Voldemort at large disasters in the muggle world will be increasing rapidly soon their reactions were hilarious and they demanded proof and thankfully harry being emancipated he could make a show of levitating and transfiguring furniture, Sherlock demanded harry to levitate him were he yelled to Mycroft he was defying gravity. Mycroft whose mask was back up was completely amused.
They both demanded the news of the wizarding word where harry told them of Voldemort, and of his previous school years and asked them to swear an oath so he could tell them the prophecy removing a large weight off Harrys shoulders. The brothers looked equally worried and furious, at Dumbledore who they easily figured out was a manipulative bastard and at the insanity of Voldemort and the obvious dangers in Harry's future. Harry promised to take the brothers to Diagon alley tomorrow as Mycroft had got a rare day off after solving a crisis with no more future crises predicted. The men all went to bed late to wake up early by and excited Sherlock. Harry made them all a large breakfast with teas and they planned his disguise.
Harry walked into the leaky cauldron with Sherlock and Mycroft at his side harry was pretending to be Sherlock's twin he was dressed in black slacks and his favourite green shirt with a coat the same as Sherlock's but more grey than back, his hair had been cut properly and it was no longer unruly but with the help of some product of Sherlock's his hair was curly and styled to be the same as Sherlock's his scar had muggle makeup concealer on just on case his fringe moved he was similar height to Sherlock and had similar high cheekbones, he work bright blue contact lenses and spelled his glasses to be stuck to his face and invisible. Overall they looked like twin but harry was slightly shorter and skinnier. Mycroft acting as older brother looked as dashing as usual however it was disturbing to call him brother especially after developing feelings that were definitely not platonic.
Harry's fists were clenched the only indication that he was nervous, although no one recognised him some did stare looking at the three muggle dressed gentlemen. Harry relaxed tapping the bricks to enter the alley listening to the brother bicker and deduce all the wizards to each other, the bricks shuffled silencing the brothers revealing the alley 'welcome to Diagon alley' harry said dramatically causing Mycroft to snort softly. Sherlock's eyes were alight dancing over the shops and people. Harry showed them the bank first deciding not to change ant of Mycroft's money instead to use Harry's credit card arguing it was more convenient the hauling a bag of gold around also ensuring that Sherlock would stay near.
The three brothers first entered the book shop first. Harry knew they would be here a while Mycroft got a pile of books on politics etiquette (Sherlock scrunched his nose up at his) history, Dumbledore, and the school books. Sherlock got twice the amount of books and gave harry a pleading innocent face that harry couldn't deny him, his were on potions, arthrimacy, runes, history, spells and warding. Harry got a few books on wards and his school books that he predicted. As he hadn't got his letter yet. He also got the majority on mediwizardary and healing. The shop keeper looked shocked and delighted at the number of books and offered to shrink them to fit into three little boxed which were put in Harry's bag.
The men needed a break so harry took them to have an ice-cream they all had exotic colours and flavours harry enjoyed watching Sherlock guess the flavours and avoided looking at Mycroft's pink tongue remove them ice cream from his lips knowingly teasing harry, who promptly glared at the man trying to keep the blush out of his cheeks and his thoughts clean.
They went to the sweetshop buying lots of food them all and most for Sherlock to experiment on, Mycroft was rather appalled at the cockroach clusters which Sherlock then bought packets of to keep his brother on his toes.
Harry purchased parchment, quills and ink, the brothers made several snobby comments on the superiority of nonmagical stationary of which harry agreed to. They also went into the furniture shop harry wanting a very advanced trunk with sections for his clothes, suits, books and belongings that wouldn't fit in his old trunk. Harry got one that had a blood and verbal passcode and it would shrink and be weightless, with several compartments. Harry would put this trunk in his old one so no one was suspicious. Sherlock and Mycroft out extended and weightless bags seeing their value.
Harry was trying to avoid www, telling them about quidditch skipping past the store but Sherlock and Mycroft were the cleverest rains for nothing and easily spotting diversionary tactic and ignoring harry walking straight into the store.
The store was bright colours all contrasting it was crowded, contradicting the next to deserted alley. The walls were bulging with prank products some stacked in boxes. Sherlock had already ran off collecting products to experiment with and use on his brother. Mycroft was groaning at my side having the same thoughts s harry. The two shared a despairing look and went in search of Sherlock collecting pranks on the way. Harry would have never of believed that his tournament money would have done this, he was glad he told Griphook to invest in the business. He caught sight of the twins in outrageous purple and lime green suits shouting jokes from a balcony and playing with younger children. He smiled thinking money well spent! Mycroft and harry soon caught up with Sherlock who had his own box he'd commandeered to fill, harry warned Sherlock 'no love potions and only one box!' which made Sherlock sulk for five seconds until he discovered instant darkness powder. Harry and Mycroft dragged Sherlock from the store to go back home as harry needed to pack and they were having an evening meal with mummy before harry could sneak back into privet drive. The mood darkened when harry mentioned this. Harry packed his trunk leaving out a set of casual clothing for when he returned to Dursleys and wore his best suit which was new from Mycroft as his others were a bit tight as he'd filled out nicely.
Harry was nervous meeting the women she had to be formidable if she had Mycroft and Sherlock wrapped around her little finger. Mrs Holmes was very pretty, her sons had inherited her good looks, harry found out her secret was that she mothered the boys and was so sweet that they just had to do as they were told to avoid her disappointment. Mrs Holmes wanted to meet the one who had got Sherlock to spend nearly a week in his archenemies company. They left at 10pm as Mrs Holmes was tiered.
Back at Mycroft's London house Sherlock gifted harry with a violin with bow and case, making harry promise he'd practise. Mycroft gifted harry with two ways books so harry could easily contact Mycroft and Sherlock faster than owl. They spent until 2am chatting all three together, the knowledge of that it would be a long time until they saw each other again weighed heavily on the three. Calling a taxi the three men rode to surrey, Mycroft and Sherlock insisted on coming as I added an hour on the time together, they arrived on the road before privet drive dropping him off they said a teary goodbye and several hugs Mycroft slipped a chase kiss on each of Harry's cheeks making him blush prettily in Mycroft's opinion. As the taxi left harry put on is fathers cloak walking to privet drive harry checked the time 3:09am he waited for the crack of apperation that happened two minutes later then harry found the string he'd tucked against the house and in the climbing plant and proceeded to climb up which was a lot easier when he could use magic. He climbed through the small window grimacing as he heard a stutter in his whale of an uncles snoring, and let out the breath he'd been holding when the awful sound continued. Promptly changing into Dudley's clothes in case his relatives made him give them money he went to sleep on the lumpy mattress with some cushioning charms.