Title: From Severus to Sherlock - A Character History
Series: Sherlock!Wizardverse
Fandoms: Harry Potter/BBC!Sherlock
Pairings: Drarry
Author: TorchwoodTimelord (outline); Lady Bryan (fic version)
Beta: None
Legal: We don't own the characters created by Ms. Rowling or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Or stuff controlled by the BBC.

MISC: This was originally a rough character write up for the backstory of Sherlock Holmes/Severus James Potter Malfoy for the Sherlock!Wizardverse. It has been reformatted and slightly rewritten into this fic-like version for all to enjoy. This is an abridged version from what exists in hardcopy notes, and spans from his birth and childhood (briefly) to after The Reichenbach Fall, leading into the original Sherlock!Wizardverse fic, "John, I'm a Wizard". This, like the rest of the Wizard!Verse, has been cross-posted to AO3.


The summer break between his sixth and seventh years had been spent mostly with the Zabini family in Venice. He and his younger sister took residence in their parents' villa. Mostly, this had been due to the fact that Harry had been called away on rather urgent business, and Draco would not allow him to go alone. Their older brother Scorpius, now working in the Muggle Relations department of the Ministry of Magic, did not have the time to spare to keep an eye on his younger siblings.

Before their departure, Harry had given Severus the vaguest of details concerning his magic, and his inheritance. He had been told he was, indeed, a Creature now. And while Harry and Draco had suspected he may grow to be one later in life, admittedly they had hoped Severus had simply been born with some birth defect and nothing more. Something that could, when he was grown, be corrected if necessary. It had been obvious Harry had not spoken with Draco of their son's condition - as Draco had not changed his grandiose dreams of having his son married off to a wealthy and powerful witch or wizard of the community, to further add to the family name and influence.

However, by the time Severus and Lilian had returned from Venice their father could no longer look his son in the eye without wearing the mask. Severus believed his father now hated him, and while yes a part of Draco did in fact hate that his son was a Creature, an Other, he was conflicted. He did care for his child, and always would. But his emotions concerning his family and his son were pitted against the pure-blood indoctrination of his childhood. Of wizarding society as a whole. Very few who received a creature inheritance were deemed acceptable and desirable. Those few had specific characteristics that wizarding society valued highly. Such as pure raw power of dragons, or the unrivaled beauty of the Veela. The ingenuity and natural abilities of the High Elves. But others? they were dirty. Filthy. Shameful half-breeds. And Severus was, unfortunately, one of those sort.

It was this that kept his father distant, and had worried his older brother. They did not know exactly what he was, only that he was not of the "acceptable" sort. What Severus took to be hatred was, at it's core, personal conflict and a father simply wanting to do what was best for his child in the face of everything he had ever known.

His final year at Hogwarts found Severus often alone. His sister would visit him during free periods when she had the time, much to the annoyance of her friends. But he kept her and all others at a distance. He frequently broke into the library after hours, spending his nights searching for answers. He alienated his house mates, flaunted his superior intelligence to spite his professors, and spent nearly every single weekend in detention for it. Despite all of this, however, he still regularly attended the Gryffindor quidditch games. His sister was, after all, on the Gryffindor team. He would never let on, even in their adult years, that he had secretly enjoyed watching her fly around on the field.

His next birthday came and went without incident, much to the relief of Headmistress McGonogall. The end of the year arrived, exams were taken...

And the end of year feast had been missed as Severus had decided to leave school entirely, spending the night in a muggle city instead. This was, of course, disastrous and ended with his brother's intervention and many favors now owed to the Obliviation team.

Over the summer Severus had been given a handful of books from Madame Zabini that were of peculiar interest. Her personal library was one of the largest in Italy, and held great stores of dark, forbidden magic. One of the volumes centered entirely around the mating habits of magical creatures, and by extension those who were considered Creature Blood. A specific section had been marked before it had been given. It was this section he read first. Once devouring every scrap of information, he spoke with Harry.

Answers were demanded. Some given. Severus became a torrent of anger and rage. It took everything Harry had to quell his younger son, eventually having to restrain him until he settled. Severus spoke to no one, not even the house elves, for the remainder of the summer.

At last, when his sister had been preparing for her return to Hogwarts, Severus approached his parents and his elder brother with an idea...

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Severus, like his brother before him, went on to work in the Ministry of Magic. Specifically, the Muggle Relations department.

Having been fascinated by the muggle sciences as a child, his interest in the non-magical societies of the world grew tenfold when he had come of age. It was the logical step then to gain employment that would give him the access to muggles he needed to make a serious study of them.

Unfortunately, as Severus explored the world of muggles through his job at the Ministry, his father Draco had other ideas. Having researched as much as he possibly could of his son's condition, it became obvious that the young man would likely never marry. He would never, as the Creature term for it was, mate. He would essentially be alone, bereft of companionship for the rest of his life. His son was a very rare Creature, an impossible one that defied everything he had ever believed about his entire heritage. For such a creature as a Nymphae could only come to be when muggle blood existed in a family tree. In both family trees. Meaning that the Malfoys, or at least Draco himself, was not as pure of blood as he had always been led to believe.

So Draco did the only thing he felt he could do. He calculated the probability of his son finding his mate among the muggles, then planned for the inevitable failure to find one. He, against Harry's wishes, arranged a marriage for their son. It would be a loveless, sexless marriage. But it would keep his son comfortable in the lifestyle he had become accustomed to. And, if Draco gained a political ally as a result? Well, that was merely an added gift to knowing his son would be well looked after once he and Harry were gone.

After more than a year of planning and ensuring the arrangements were made, it was however spoiled by their daughter, the youngest of the three siblings, overhearing Draco's plans and immediately running to tell her brother.

Severus was enraged. And he let that rage simmer in silence as he began to plot. To plan. He would prevent his father from using him as a political pawn by making himself despised. Make himself useless to any plans his father had for him. Unfortunately he could not do this alone, and was forced to get an accomplice. One who could help him once he left the wizarding world behind... Thus Scorpius was made to take a Wizard's Oath He could not divulge his part in Severus's plan... Nor could he share the name of the identity he intended to create for himself. His brother could, through his position in both the ministry and his role as an ambassador to the muggle government, watch over him and ensure his safety and well being. While at the same time ensuring he was unreachable by Draco.

So one chilly fall evening Severus James Potter-Malfoy stormed into the Ministry offices, using an untraceable portkey, with his wand in hand. He tore through the Department of Mysteries, erasing and destroying anything with his name in it or on it. This was merely a distraction from his true intent. His real aim was to reach the minister himself. Not to harm him, of course. He would never harm the old Order foot-soldier. He would only annoy, anger, and bring just enough disgrace to himself to serve his purposes.

It had been easy to slip past the aurors, as he had been studying them for as long as he had worked in the Ministry with his brother. He knew their patterns, their procedures. He knew how long it took them to apparate to a given location. How fast they could get the floo network back online. And exactly which items were emergency portkeys directly into the minister's office. Where their locations were and how long it would take to reach them from any given area of the Ministry.

He had planned it carefully. Had planned it for months.

At last, when he had reached the Minister's office... He turned old Kingsley into a ring-tailed lemur. He scrawled graffiti all over the office, then waited patiently for the first auror to arrive. This was where things would get rather tricky. He had to make sure whomever it was saw him, knew exactly who he was, and then make his escape. Part of him hoped that, by some wild chance, it may be one of the old family friends so that there could be very little left to doubt. Nothing to dispute over the fact he had suddenly gone mad.

When the first auror had arrived, moments after the protection wards on the Minister's office had given out their emergency signals, he was quick to disarm them. He made sure that his face was clearly visible, then activated his emergency portkey before the Ministry went into complete lock-down. He had less than ten minutes from the moment he arrived at the Manor before they would be upon him. He had already packed his bag, filled with naught but untraceable muggle items, and flooed quickly to his brother's home.

The brothers shared a hurried farewell, and Severus snapped his wand before his brother's eyes, giving it to him to use as evidence that Severus had disappeared...