A.N: Hello people! I know, I'm not dead and this story has been left un-updated for a long time, but thanks for bearing with me. Confession time: I have had this finished for about 2 months now but I just never found the time to upload it...Yeah sorry...I've just been pretty busy with life, exams, training for G.A.A finals, working on a youtube channel I'm trying to start. Life has been pretty insane. So how have you guys been while I've been gone? Do you forgive me? Also, in the last chapter someone pointed out I never clarified the timeline so I'll do it now:
1973: Birth of Sherlock and John.
1980: Birth of James and Lily.
1991: James and Lily start at Hogwarts.
1998: First rise of Voldemort.
Early 1999: Lily meets Sherlock.
Late 1999: Sherlock helps Lily(next chapter), Lily pregnant
Mid 2000: Hamlet born.
October 2001: Voldemort defeated.
Also, the start of the story takes place a few weeks after the events at the pool in season one.
Chapter 8: Battle of Will [Part 3]
Mycroft set down the will on the desk and turned to his brother with a raised eyebrow.
"So Sherlock, care to explain what Lily Potter was talking about?" He asked with a drawl.
Sherlock looked up from the vial he had been trying t
o deduce and glared at him. "Even if I knew what she meant what makes you think I would tell you?"
Mycroft shrugged. "Because I'm older?" he suggested and Sherlock snorted.
"When has that argument ever made anyone reveal anything?"
"Never but it was worth a shot." before Sherlock had a chance to reply, John clapped his hands, brining all eye to him.
"Ladies, as entertaining as it is to watch you fight, I think we should get back to talking about the will."
Both 'ladies' John was referring to fell silent and glared at him.
Remus cleared his throat and looked at Sirius. "I guess I owe you an apology Sirius. I'm so sorry, I really did think you were the secret keeper, who else would it be? After all, James trusted you more than he trusted more than anyone else." the man was near tears, but Sirius just grinned at the man and nodded, accepting the apology.
He looked towards the final man in the room, whose name John still didn't know. "So does this mean I'm free now Minister Fudge?"
'Minister Fudge' frowned at him and gave him an expression of pure disbelief.
"Of course not, Black. You still killed 13 muggles and killed Peter Pettigrew. The guards will be taking you to Azkaban this evening." Now it was Sirius' turn make an expression of disbelief.
"Are you kidding me?! You haven't even given me a trial! You can use veritaserum all you want, all it will do is prove my innocence." as Sirius finished John held his hands up in the universal 'wait, time-out' gesture to intervene.
"Wait, you're accusing somebody of a crime that, in the few minutes I've known him doesn't seem capable of killing anyone,and sending him of to jail without a second thought, all without a trial? Isn't that illegal?" John looked at Mycroft and the British Government nodded.
"Indeed it is John. If Lord Black here is not given a trial, there will be outrage at a Lord of such a high standing not being given a trial. I heard Lord Malfoy is meant to receive one tomorrow at noon, so why isn't Lord Black here scheduled in for tomorrow also?" at the look Mycroft received from Fudge he frowned. "However if you're not going to give him one then I shall arrange one."
Fudge spluttered. "Now see here , there is more than enough evidence that-"
"Now that hardly matters now does it? Until a few seconds ago you thought that Lord Black was the Potters secret keeper. All the evidence in the world, no matter what way it points, is useless untill presented in a court. Not giving someone a fair trial is a Human Rights violation, and while you magic users might have a self-contained government, you must answer to the crown and its laws also. The King who singed your Act of Secrecy made sure of that." Mycroft turned towards Sirius Black.
"I would suggest, Lord Black, that you get in contact with your family solicitor. Unless of course, you want to visit Azkaban. Permanently that is." Mycroft finished and Minister Fudge growled.
"Place Lord Black under house arrest for the next week so that he can prepare a defence for his trial," the Minister reluctantly ordered. "Arrange for the trail to be on Monday at 9:00 a.m in courtroom 12." The two guards nodded and, despite the mans protesting, grabbed Sirius by his arms and disappeared with a loud pop, leaving the room in an awkward silence.
"Well then," Remus began, effectively breaking it. "I'll be going then." The man stood up and walked to a fireplace that was in the back left corner of the room, and reached into a small golden bowl, that John had overlooked earlier.
"Oh, and John?" Remus turned around, hand still in bowl to look at John. "Just because they might not talk to you, doesn't mean I won't. Write to me, you I won't bite. Well, not on purpose anyway." Remus joked before grabbing some floo powder and disappearing into the fireplace after calling out his destination.
The two Holmes turned to the Doctor with eyebrows raised in sync, and he received their silent message with ease, 'What was that about?'. John justed winked at them and tapped his nose.
"I'll tell you when you tell me whats in that vial."
"A vial of memory unblocking potion," Sherlock said swiftly, clearly wanting answers about what had just taken place.
"Not that, Sherlock and you know what I meant. I mean what you remember up here,"-John tapped his head- "Once you have taken it." Sherlock looked at John for a moment, as if contemplating something.
Then, before anyone could blink, handed a confused Hamlet to a surprised Mycroft, lifted the cork out of the vial ad downed it before John could warn him to take it lying down. Within a second Sherlock was on the ground, hands on head with his eyes closed, looking like he was in great pain. Mycroft started to walk to his brother instantly, to try help him but John rested a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
"This is something he has to do alone," John sighed and gave Mycroft a sad smile. "But in the meantime, I think we should calm Hamlet down." John nodded to the child in Mycroft's arms.
"Hamlet?" Mycroft questioned and said quickly-getting-more-distraught child looked up at his Uncle.
"It's better than some other of Sherlocks name suggestions." John glanced at Hamlet. "That plus he likes the name."
Hamlet nodded at what John said and, with all the seriousness that a child can have responded with "I Ham'et!".
John would later swear that this was the first time he ever saw Mycroft Holmes smile.
"Indeed you are Hamlet. Indeed you are," Mycroft said quietly to Hamlet and John smiled.
He told Mycroft he would keep an eye on Sherlock while Mycroft would wait in the living room. At first it looked like Mycroft was going to protest, before John said "Think of it as family bonding time" before pushing the pair out the door.
And so Mycroft was left in the hallway with his confused nephew.
