I don't own Harry Potter or Sherlock, I'm just having a little fun while I can.
Sorry for being away for so long. Near the beginning of last year, I had a health scare and didn't get the all clear until the beginning of November. Taken the last two months to get back into the swing of things. So hope you enjoy this chapter.
Thanks to Madyamisam who went through this chapter, any remaining mistakes are my own.
Chapter Ten
Harry sat in the living room, John was across from him on the sofa and Sherlock was once again in the kitchen, experimenting. Harry had been tempted to go and join him, but he was still feeling nervous about doing so. Even though they had spent a whole night doing nothing but different experiments with Sherlock explaining everything to him. Harry turned a page and smiled as he read his book. John glanced and smiled as he then went back to his own book.
The door to the flat opened and Harry's eyes shot to the door as a well-dressed man walked in. Umbrella swinging in his hand as he looked around. His pale blue eyes landing on the teen sitting in Sherlock's usual chair. Snuffles gave a few barks as he went over to Harry and sat near him.
"Hello Mycroft," John greeted him as he stood up as he asked him, "Tea?"
"Would be wonderful John," he replied with a nod.
"Mycroft, what are you doing here?" Sherlock asked as he wandered into the living room and stared at his brother.
"Seeing my brother and maybe soon to be brother in law," went over to John's chair and sat down, "Is that a crime?" he asked him, the smirk dancing on his lips.
Sherlock rolled his eyes as he went over to the sofa and flopped down, "Yes," he snorted as he glared once more.
"So, may I ask who your house guest is?" Mycroft than asked as he looked at the teen that had taken hold of the dog and was staring at him warily.
"This is Harry, he is staying with us for now," Sherlock replied, though there was something in his voice that made Mycroft look at him suspiciously.
"Why would that be?" he asked, he knew that there was more to it than that.
"He witnessed a murder at the end of last month, he is staying with us because we can protect him," John answered as he came back in with the tea for the four of them, "The killer is after him, so everyone thought it would be the best solution."
Mycroft nodded his head as he watched Harry stand up and walk over to the window. The teen was tense, he could see that. He nodded to himself as he looked at the other, "I shall do my best to help then," he said softly.
Harry turned to him, eyes wide, "Why would you do that, you don't even know me?" he puzzled.
"No, but I can tell that you are not one to lie down and wait for death, you will fight and I know that my brother and John wouldn't have taken you in if they didn't care, no matter how much one of them would protest it," he said smirk on his face as he looked at his brother.
"It's Harry Potter, he announced for the first time his full name.
John smiled, "Nice to meet you, arry Potter," he said.
Harry smiled back, "I trust you, just don't…" he trailed off as he turned back to the window and looked out.
John nodded to himself as he saw Sherlock and Mycroft exchange a silent conversation. He rolled his eyes . Mycroft could tell that there was more to the teenager and Sherlock had just confirmed that something more was going on than him just witnessing a murder. He nodded his head once more as he gave a silent word to Sherlock that he will do his best to help keep him from a family that had harmed him.
John looked at Harry again and frowned when he saw that he had begun to shake. He got up and went over. He put his hands on Harry's shoulders, making the teen jump and push him away, "Harry," he said softly, calling to him and getting his attention.
"John," he took a shuddering breath, "I… he was out there John, outside on the pavement across the road. He was watching this window. He knows I'm here," he whimpered he turned to the window again, he was still shaking but he needed to find him.
John moved closer and looked out of the window as well, he couldn't see, "I can't see anyone out there," he replied with a shake of his head.
"I know, he's gone now, must have when he saw you come up behind me," he said, with a sigh. Harry looked down to his hands and clenched them tightly, they were shaking. His knees felt wobbly as well.
John smiled with how Harry was trying to keep it all together and not to show that he was scared. He guided over to the sofa and let him sit between himself and Sherlock. Mycroft looked at them and smiled as he pulled out his phone.
"Anthea, please have the CCTV footage from outside of Baker Street pulled. I want to know if there is anyone staring at my brothers flat," he said and nodded a few times, "As soon as possible Anthea and bring a copy here," he finished as he then hung up and put the phone away.
"Thank you Mycroft," John smiled as he looked at Harry as he felt his head lean against him.
"He's asleep?" Mycroft puzzled as he asked, "Why would he be sleeping, it's the middle of the day?"
"He had a nightmare last night, woke up around two, in the end he came down and joined me in the kitchen for a few experiments, though it took coaxing to get him to come in again," Sherlock smiled.
"Ah, no wonder you like him Sherlock," Mycroft smiled .
"I do not believe that he has gone to school recently, the things that he should know, he doesn't, but he does ask questions," he explained as he looked at Harry that was now leaning fully against John.
Sherlock stood up and grabbed a blanket and draped it over him and sat back down. John smiled at him and made sure that it covered the teen. Mycroft watched them and he could see that the two of them were beginning to care for the teen past just protecting him from a killer. They were beginning to care for him as though he was family. He may have to get involved in sorting things out.
"Well, I take it he was abused, or at the very least neglected by his family?" Mycroft asked aloud, wanting to make sure that he had understood the silent conversation that he had with Sherlock.
Sherlock nodded, "Yes, though now we have a last name, we might be able to find out what happened and how we can protect him from them. He has told us that he once told a teacher what was going on, but his aunt and uncle were able to make it seem like it was him that was causing the problem. He gave up trying to get away, he has…" he paused trying to find the right word.
"He gave up hope of ever getting away because his so called family has made everyone believe he is a dangerous child, he was a toddler and people were thinking he was bad," John said in disgust.
"People are idiots John, I told you that countless times," Sherlock said with a sigh.
"I shall see about tracking them down," Mycroft told the two of them.
"Thank you, I would appreciate it, I have been able to analyse some of the remains on his clothing and I have pinpointed it to Surrey somewhere," Sherlock answered.
Mycroft nodded his head as someone walked into the living room, "Ah Anthea," he smiled as she handed him a disk.
"What you asked for, there is someone there, we are trying to track him now," she added as she gave a nod to the two other men, a slight frown when she saw Harry and then walked out again.
"Well, I believe that I shall leave this with you to look over," he drank the rest of his tea.
"You are welcome to stay longer Mycroft," John said, he glared to Sherlock when he began to protest.
"Fine," he huffed as he got up and went back to the kitchen.
John shook his head and Mycroft smiled , "you are good for him John, I always knew that from the moment I met you," he said to the man.
"Would have been a better meeting with tea," John smiled and chuckled.
"Hmmm, shall have to remember that next time I kidnap someone," he joked, relaxing a bit more. He couldn't help but do so, John had that air around him.
John smiled and the two began to talk and not just about cases and politics, but the more mundane things in life. Harry slept on for a while as Sherlock sulked in the kitche, until Harry woke and joined him.
Thank you for reading and I do hope you have enjoyed this chapter.