I don't Own Sherlock or Harry Potter, just having some fun while I can.

Thanks go to Madyamisam to editing this chapter, any remaining mistakes are my own.

Chapter Eleven

Sherlock looked up from where he was sat at the desk in the living room. Mycroft had sent them information about Harry, which he had been able to find out. He had found the family and had been able to survey them over night. They didn't appear at all concerned for their nephew. Sherlock couldn't even figure out how Harry was related to them, as he looked nothing like them. It was mid afternoon and he glanced at his phone as it buzzed.

So what would you like to do? - MH - 1:53pm

Sherlock thought for a moment, he knew that letting Harry go back to them was a bad idea and he didn't want him to end up some home. He looked at John, a silent question in his eyes as the other looked back at him. John gave a smile and a nod, knowing what the other was asking of him.

Have guardianship papers drawn up, I know they will only be temporary, but for now we need him legally within our custody, - SH - 1:55pm

I'll be right over. - MH - 1:55pm

Sherlock almost groaned at the prospect of meeting with his overbearing elder sibling, but instead he gave a sigh, "Mycroft is coming over," he warned John.

"Right," he replied with a smile. He looked at Harry who was looking between the two of them.

"I believe we should…" he trailed off.

"Yeah so do I," John agreed with him.

"Harry," Sherlock said, his voice soft as he sat down on the sofa, "My brother has found your aunt and uncle," he began as Harry paled at the words, "We are not sending you back there," he assured before Harry could even think any more of it, "I have asked my brother to bring us some guardianship papers, they will only be temporary for now, but we will need the Dursley family to sign them. It will mean going there and seeing them. I know you would rather not, but John and I shall be there and I have no doubt that Mycroft will stick his fat nose into it again," he explained, hoping it was enough to reassure the lad he was not going back..

"You will be in our care for a while. I know not ideal but so far Sherlock hasn't started shooting the walls with you around so… good thing for us too, yeah?" John joked though there was a look on his face that Sherlock could easily read.

"Do I have to go with you?" Harry asked, fear lacing his voice even though he was trying to hide it once more.

"Yes, I would prefer if you did, since you have seen the killer here now, I do not believe it will be safe to leave you alone without someone here with you," Sherlock told him.

Harry nodded his head, "All right," he said as he got up, "I'm just going to be in my room till we leave," he told them as he walked upstairs.

"He needs to gather himself, he is basically going to war," John warned as he looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded his head and they sat quietly talking about a few things regarding Harry, both of them were at the same point and neither of them knew when they would be able to make things more stable for Harry. The door opened and Mycroft walked in, sending a puzzled look to them when he couldn't see Harry.

"He is up in his room, he is going back to a place that has basically been a prison to him for all his life, he needs to gather the courage to go and see them again after what ever it is that drove him away," John told him as he got up and called Harry down.

"I will be going with you, I hope you don't mind. I believe that your suit might be a better choice, show them that you are above them," Mycroft said to Harry.

Harry gave smile, "I think it might make them explode when they see it. It just screams bespoke," he told him, almost copying Sherlock's more haughty tone that he had heard a few times.

John laughed, "Oh that is perfect Harry," he smiled to him, "I think it might be a good thing to make their heads explode, so go change into the suit."

"I think you should as well John," Sherlock then grinned to him. John had one suit that had been tailor-made, at Sherlock's insistence a couple of months ago for a case they were on. He had only worn it the once.

John looked at him, pleading with his eyes. Sherlock just gave him a look and John caved, "Fine," he huffed as he left the room and changed into the suit, "I feel like a dressed up Monkey," he said as he walked out. Harry was dressed well too.

"I know, but if it makes them explode with jealousy then I am all for it," Harry said with smile, "any bit of payback I can get, I will take it. It's not a nice thing I know, but I have had to stay with them since I can remember and my bedroom before I turned eleven was a cupboard under the stairs."

Sherlock and Mycroft looked appalled at that, "It's a four bedroom house and there are four of you, there should have been plenty of room for you to have one," Mycroft said with a shake of his head.

"I'm not their family and I don't consider them mine, to be honest with you. They are people that I had to live with and that was it," Harry replied bluntly.

"Right, I believe we should go," Sherlock announced as he checked over Harry and John and smiled, "You two look perfect," he told them.

They both smiled and the four of the left baker street and headed towards number four Privet Drive Little Whinging.

XxXxX

They arrived at Privet Drive and got out. Harry was the last and he looked around. It was the same as he had left it, though the grass needed cutting, seems like he was the only one that did it then. Harry let Sherlock led the way as he rang the bell. It didn't take long for someone to answer.

"Yes?" came the almost shrill voice of a woman.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and I wish to speak with you and your husband concerning your nephew Harry Potter," he said, his voice calm and even.

"What ever that freak has done is no business of ours and if you can keep him away from us all the better," she spat out.

"Excellent news, we just need to get over some formalities.I believe it may be best if you let us in Mrs Dursley," Mycroft interjected from behind flashing a demure smile, "I do not like to be kept waiting," he added as he looked at her.

"Fine," she grumbled as she opened the door and let them in, "I've heard of you, Mr. Holmes," she glanced at Sherlock and led them into the living room where her husband and son were sitting watching TV, "Vernon, they brought him back," she sneered as she looked at where Harry was standing.

Vernon got up as soon as he saw the teen and stalked towards him, he raised his hand about to hit him as John moved and had the fat lump pinned to the nearest wall and none too gently as well, "I believe it would be best if you didn't do such a thing Dursley," John snapped at him as he pushed the arm higher causing him to squeal in pain.

"Let him go and tell us what the hell you want we don't want him," Petunia yelled, well more like screeched.

"Sign these papers and we shall be gone," he told them as he handed them some forms as John let Vernon go.

Petunia nodded her head as she and her husband quickly signed them, "now go and never come back. You are not welcome in this home. A freak, just like your whore of a mother," petunia said with a growl.

"This was never a home, more like a prison with a fat lump for a son and a fat abusive bastard for a husband. I can't even see how my mother was ever related to you, you're a bitch," Harry said, "I have to wonder what my grandparents would say if they could see you, I bet they would be rolling around in their grave," he told her as he turned and walked out of the house.

"I think he might be correct, you're not a mother at all, no mother would do that to any child whether their own or not," John said with a shake and then he walked out after Harry.

Sherlock and Mycroft followed. Harry was staring at the house, "They are all monsters, they locked me away, make me work all day and then beat me when I can't do what they want. I learned to cook only because they would burn me on the stove if I didn't get it right," he said, he could see people about, able to hear him.

They got into the limo and headed back home as John asked, "Why did you say that outside?"

"They pride themselves on being normal, I just let people know they aren't," he said, "petty I know, but my own revenge," he added as he looked at the window.

John and the other others nodded as they all went quiet.

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