I don't own Harry Potter or Sherlock, just messing around.

Thanks go to Madyamisam for the editing, all remaining mistakes are my own.

Sorry for not updating yesterday, I had a bad fall. I'm okay, just feeling really bruised and a sprained ankle.

Chapter Seven

Sherlock walked into the living room. He had just ended a call with Lestrade. He smiled as he saw John and Harry on the sofa talking softly. He went over and the two of them and stopped. It took a few moments before they looked up and noticed him.

"What is it?" John asked, he knew that Sherlock had just had a call, he had heard the phone.

"Lestrade would like to see Harry today," he answered softly, "I hope you don't mind but he would like to see you at the Yard," he said as he looked at Harry.

Harry shook his head, "No, I don't mind, what does he need?" he asked him, a little curious. A part of him was scared about going out of the flat, but he wanted to help catch this killer.

"Just a talk with the Social Services. They are on his case about you, but he hasn't told them where you are. They wish to talk with you and find out your situation. But all I want them to know is that you are fine, not where you are. He also wants something else I believe, I could hear that in his voice," Sherlock answered him.

"Right, then we better get ready," John said as he looked pointedly to Sherlock who was in his pyjamas still and his blue silk robe.

Sherlock rolled his eyes but turned around and went to his bedroom. It wasn't long before he came out in his usual suit. John had cleaned up the kitchen a little. He didn't mess around with Sherlock's experiments, even though he was tempted bin the lot at times. Harry watched them, feeling a little odd and nervous. There was a sense of routine between them, that Harry wasn't part of. They were soon ready and then left the flat. Sherlock called them a taxi and they got in.

"Harry," said one of the women that were in Lestrade's office when they got there.

"Yes," he answered back as he looked at her, wary green eyes watched her.

"We can find you a temporary home and we need to find your family. I have no doubt that they would be worried about you," she replied with a gentle smile.

Harry snorted, "Miss me? My family worry about me? No they would more likely kill me and then dance on my grave," he said with a shake of his head, "I am never going near them again if I can help it," he added with a glare at the woman, "I know what they are like, I've lived with them for most of my life. I know they won't miss me at all, or even worry about me. All they would want from me is all the housework done and all the meals cooked, and then they could lock me away and forget that I even exist," he told her.

The two social workers were silent as they looked at each other, "Well then, we have a home that you can go to, I know the police are saying that you need to remain where you are but it isn't proper," the other said as she smiled at him. Not liking the fact that they had no proper address and only that he was in London.

Harry shook his head, "I'm safer where I am at the moment and if that is all I would like to go back," he told them.

Lestrade looked at them as he said, "Harry has witnessed a crime and the killer is trying to go after him. I have him at a safe location at the moment and I am hoping it will remain that way."

The two women stood up as one of them said, "As soon as this is over please make sure to contact us so we can get him into a home."

Harry ignored them, as soon as September came he would be leaving anyway, he would just disappear. He didn't want to do that to the three men that were left in the room, as they had began to show that they could be trusted. But he wasn't allowed to tell them where he was going. He bit his lip, trying to come up with something that he could tell them.

"Okay, sorry about that Harry," Lestrade said, "They needed to be reassured that you were being taken care of," he smiled a little, "Now, the reason I wanted you here is because I want to get a sketch artist to draw the killer and I need your help with that."

"You want me to describe him you mean?" he asked.

Lestrade nodded his head, "Yes," he said as he someone knocked on the door, "and that would be him now. Come in," he called out as a young man entered the room.

Harry worked with the sketch artist over the next two hours. Harry had taken to closing his eyes to try and recall the killer and what he looked like. Harry looked at the drawing when it was done and nodded his head, "Yeah, that's him, he's the one that murdered Gary."

The man left with the sketch and Lestrade looked at him. "Thank you Harry," he said smiling.

Harry smiled back, "Welcome, I hope we can get him."

"We will, don't you worry about that. We have Sherlock and John helping as well and they are really good at this," Lestrade chuckled lightly as he glanced at the two men.

"Of course we are," Sherlock huffed. Harry chuckled as well.

"Okay, can we go h… back to Baker Street?" Harry asked as he looked at the two men behind him apologetically.

John smiled and nodded his head in understanding. He had heard the little slip of almost calling Baker Street home, "Of course, back home."

Sherlock nodded and they left the Yard, with Lestrade thanking them for coming again. They got in a taxi and Sherlock and John sat next to each other, letting Harry sit near the window so he could look out the window. John and Sherlock were talking quietly as Harry suddenly gave a whimper and moved back from the window, pressing against Sherlock who had sat in the middle. Harry hadn't said nothing as he carried on staring out of the window. Sherlock looked at see what had spooked the teen but the taxi had started up again and moved on.

"What is it Harry?" he asked him, as he and John looked at him worriedly.

Harry said nothing just kept himself out of sight. He didn't want to look out the window again. The arrived back at Baker Street and as soon as the door was open, Harry rushed inside and up the stairs to his room. Harry was scared and worried, he hadn't even felt like this when he had gone up against the basilisk. He hadn't even felt this scared when he had gone into the third floor corridor and up against Quirrell. Why was he so scared now? Was it because it was a Muggle and he couldn't use magic?

John and Sherlock followed him and went into the bedroom. Sherlock stood by the door as John went over to Harry, who was huddle in the corner of the room. John settled down next to him and pulled Harry to him and held him as he asked him, "What is it Harry?"

"I saw him," he whispered, "I saw him when we were in the taxi," he told him, turning frightened eyes onto him. He couldn't help but shake as he thought of the man being able to find him then kill him and the others living at Baker Street.

"Don't worry, he doesn't know where you are," John assured him gentle as he held him.

Harry began to calm down, John held him and kept him close, he could feel the heartbeat going faster than it should. It took a little while, but he calmed and they went down stairs to spend the rest of the day around the flat.

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Harry lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He hadn't been able to sleep and part of him didn't want to sleep. He'd had nightmares again last night. Harry looked at the door to listen to John say goodnight to Sherlock and went to their bedroom. Harry knew that Sherlock didn't sleep much each night. He got up and went down stairs. He stood shyly by the entrance to the kitchen, where Sherlock was looking at something through the microscope.

"What is it Harry?" Sherlock asked as he glanced up from the eyepiece and over at Harry.

Harry winced a little and walked into the room, "Sorry, I don't mean to disturb you. I was hoping it would be all right for me to be down here. I can't sleep," he told him.

Sherlock could see that was a lie, but he let it slide as he answered, "I don't mind, you can join me in here or go into the living room to read."

Harry smiled and joined Sherlock at the table, "What are you doing?" he asked him. He was curious as to what Sherlock was doing.

"I am looking through my pollen slides that I have collected. It's for a another case. The victim had pollen on them and I am trying to identify it. Doing so may lead us to the killer, or to a place that the killer has been to recently," he explained.

Harry nodded and the two of them began talking quietly. Sherlock let Harry look at the pollen and helped with notes. Sherlock identified which one it was, but he wanted to challenge Harry and to make him think. He told Harry to identify the correct pollen. Harry went through them again and correctly identified it, Sherlock couldn't help the proud smile that appeared on his face. Harry was smiling and trying not to yawn as the night wore on. They continued to do small experiments, Sherlock recreating a few that he had done when he had been a young child and curious about the world of Chemistry and science in general. Harry had never had the chance to do such things and found it all fascinating. The sun began to rise in the sky and the two were still awake, going over the last of the experiments that they had done together.

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