(previous chapter)
"Do I know you?" the girl asked, peering as she wiped her glasses before putting them back on.
"Not that I can recall." Rhys said as he tried to deduce as much as he could about her. His deductions were rudimentary, as if he was five again. She was eleven, an orphan, muggle-born, and small for her age.
Sherlock turned towards the girl and asked "What is your name, child?"
"Rose. My name is Rose Potter."
Sherlock looked at Rhys, hoping to gauge her son's emotions when he blurted out "WHAT?"
John stuttered "But that's impossible! Rose died at the hands of Death Eaters!"
Sherlock looked at John "Dumbledore." John cursed as he clutched his hair in frustration.
"Who?" Rose and Rhys said at the same time.
"The Headmaster of Hogwarts. He kept secrets. Far too many secrets." Sherlock muttered angrily. She turned to the Matron "How fast would you be willing to put Rose's adoption paperwork through?"
"Five days."
"Nope, not fast enough. I'm calling in the calvary." John said as he pulled out his mobile "Hi, Mycroft. What do you know about Rose Potter?" he listened for a few seconds. "Well, she certainly is not dead. She is standing in front of me, looking like a young Lily with James's eyes, complete with bad eyesight. She has lived at..." he looked at the Matron.
"Wendell's Home for Foundlings." she supplied.
"Wendell's Home for Foundlings. I don't care if I sound like I'm mad, just get all the paperwork for both magical and muggle adoption. No, no potion this time. She's fine as she is. Thank you." he closed his mobile and turned to the Matron. "All of the paperwork will be delivered to you signed by tomorrow night. May we take her with us now?"
"Hey! Don't I get a say in this?" Rose yelled, impatient with the adults.
Rhys smiled "Don't bother. Once my Da has an idea, he can't let it go."
"Who are you people anyways?" She glared at Sherlock and John.
"Those are my parents John and Sherlock Holmes-Watson. My name is Rhys Holmes-Watson. I was adopted by them when I was five."
"What was your name before that?"
"That is something I don't discuss in public." Rhys shuddered.
"Fine. What is your earliest memory?"
"Umm... A bright green light and a high-pitched laugh." Rose shuddered as he did, remembering the same thing.
"Oh." she walked over to him "May I?" she reached for his hand when he nodded. She placed her right hand against his left, causing a glow to form around their hands.
"What was that?" Rhys said, jumping back, severing the connection.
"That is the twin-bond. Your Uncle William and I share the same thing." Sherlock knelt next to them "Rhys, this is your twin sister Rose. We were told by Dumbledore that she had been killed by Death Eaters before you were found by a member of the Order." She turned to Rose "I am so sorry I believed that conniving old man. Will you ever forgive me?"
"I think I will. You at least understand me." Rose smiled.
"Now that you have decided to go with these people Rose, I won't be seeing you again." the Matron said, a small smile on her lips.
Rose ran over to the seemingly stern woman and hugged her. "Thank you for letting me look here, Matron. And tell Sarah she may have all of my clothes. I have a feeling that I will be happy here."
"Good bye." with that, the Matron left the store, without looking back at her former charge.
"So, do you still want the owl?" John said, looking at Rose with a smile.
"Yes, please!" She said, happy to finally have a family. She looked at Rhys "Would you like to share her?"
"Sure!" Rhys grinned "But you name her."
"Ok. Let's go get the rest of our supplies." Rose grinned.
"Oh! We need to get you a trunk!" Sherlock exclaimed. She ran back to the store, while John chuckled as he and Rhys took her over to get her uniforms.
By the time Sherlock had finished with Gemma and caught up to the family again, Rhys was laughing with Rose as they were minding Jade, Seamus and Sercha. She sat in a chair next to John, who was finishing his ice cream. "I'm glad that Rose is taking this so well." Sherlock said once she caught her breath.
"As am I. Rhys seems happier too. The Dursleys finished their shopping, and decided to take the train back to Little Whinging."
"What did Petunia say?"
"She didn't see them. I don't want her to have too much shock of meeting new relatives." John smiled as Sherlock snorted, knowing that next Wednesday would be a shock for her.
"Have they gotten their wands?"
"No. Rose insisted on waiting for you." John smiled as they watched the children "I knew that today was going to be special, but I would have never expected this."
Sherlock smiled "Let's go take them to Ollivander's."
Once the younger children were settled down, the family walked over to Ollivander's for their last purchases of the day.
"Hello?" Rose asked as she and Rhys stood side-by-side in the center of the room.
"Good afternoon." a soft voice came from behind them. The twins jumped, turning to find an old man with white hair and pale blue eyes standing behind them.
"Hello." Rose said shyly, as Rhys squeezed her hand in reassurance.
"Ah yes. Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing You soon. Rose Potter." He stated it as a fact. "You have your father's eyes. It only seems like yesterday he was in here himself, buying his first wand." He turned towards Rhys "And who might you be, young man?"
"Rhys Holmes-Watson, sir." Rhys swallowed nervously as he held his gaze steady with the wizard.
"No. You are a mixture of four people. John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, and the Potters. Welcome to my shop, Harry Potter."
"I would rather you did not throw my old name around like that. I am Rhys Adrian Holmes-Watson."
"Of course. My apologies, Mr. Holmes-Watson." Ollivander apologized before turning to Rose, measuring her. "Which is your wand arm?"
"I am right-handed." she said, smiling at Rhys.
"As am I." Rhys said, grinning back.
He went back to the stacks of wands, and returned with a box "Ash and Diricawl feather core. Ten inches, remarkably bendy." he handed it to her. "Give it a wave!" she winced when it caused a small vase to shatter. "Nope. Definitely not."
"Sir, may I suggest a Rosewood with Unicorn hair wand. Not to go against tradition, but I believe that would suit her best." Rhys said, gesturing to his twin.
When Ollivander returned, he carried a red box. "This was one of the first wands I made. Rosewood with Unicorn hair core, twelve inches. Surprisingly supple."
When he handed her the wand, she was surrounded by a pale gold light as red sparks shot out the end of her wand. "Wow." She whispered reverently.
"In all my years, I have never seen that happen before." Ollivander sat on a chair, flabbergasted.
"Never seen what before?"
"A sibling instinctively pick out his twin's wand." He looked at Rhys carefully. "I wonder..." He rushed back to the stacks of wands, bringing back a green box. "Try this one."
When Rhys took the wand, a non-existent breeze fluttered his robes as red and gold sparks shot out of the wand. "Curious. Most Curious."
"Sorry, but what's curious?" Rhys asked as he and Rose handed Ollivander their wands.
"What is curious is that the wand that chose you is the brother of the wand that gave you your scar, Mr. Holmes-Watson."
"Ah. So the core of my wand is the same as that of HIS wand?"
"Yes. Now, if you could bring in your parents that would be wonderful." Ollivander said.
Once the family finished, they took a cab home, where they enjoyed making dinner for their newest family member. That night, John enchanted a new bedroom for Rose to have all to herself.
"This is all mine?" she asked, tears in her eyes.
"It's all yours. Unless you invite me in, I can't." Rhys said with a grin. "And that goes for Jade and the Twin Terrors as well."
She smiled at John before hugging him "Thank you."
"We'll see you in the morning. Good night, Rose."
"Good night... Da."