A/N: This is just the prologue so it's not going to be that long. In fact, it's probably going to be very short. Please R&R! I'll give you virtual cookies (::) (::)
Prologue
Sherlock sat staring morosely at his bullet filled wall. It had been weeks since his last case and months since his last interesting one. Apparently, most people seemed to assume that if their cat wouldn't eat their 'num-nums', it was an emergency worthy of Sherlock Holmes.
"Sherlock!" came the frail voice of his landlady Mrs. Hudson. "There's a man here for you."
"Tell him to go away unless he's not stupid!" Sherlock yelled back down to her.
There was silence for a while, and then Mrs. Hudson replied, "He says he's willing to pay."
Sherlock closed his eyes and sighed. Money was so mundane. You could find it anywhere, and it could buy anything that you could get from your average homeless network. Also, money was only temporary, it was rarely biodegradable, and it smelled. Still, people loved their money and if they were willing to give it away there was always a chance that they were really desperate for help.
"Send him up, please!" yelled Sherlock.
The steps to the old flat creaked and groaned as the client climbed up to Sherlock's floor.
Sherlock sat analyzying everything that he heard. The steps didn't make as much sound as usual, this person was trying to be quiet, why though?
A soft knock came from the door. "Come in, it's open"
The door swung in to reveal Sherlock's next client. The man was of average height, had long greasy hair, and a sharp, hooked nose. He was wearing a black jacket and a gray dress shirt underneath.
The man surveyed the flat quickly with his cold black eyes, glancing over any possibly important details.
The client turned to face Sherlock, "Sherlock Holmes I presume?"
"Yes," Sherlock answered, "and you are?"
"Snape, Severus Snape"
The characters in my fanfiction are property of Sherlock BBC created by Stephen Moffat BBC America and Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.
