Bring me to Life
Chapter 2
Following said strange man in the funny grey trench coat was the easy part. Trapping him for answers? Not so much. Something was very different about this human that seemed to carry no magical signature. He said seemingly because he had to outward magical core...and yet his attempts at using legillimens on the man was for not. No matter how hard he tried he came up blank. Blank in the literal term that is. There was no mind block. No wall. Just nothing. Like static on a channel without a satelite signal...and yet the man smelled of potential and intelligence. This was a puzzle he wasn't even close to solving. He was use to easy to read. Predictability. This man was none of these things. Perhaps that was what drew him to the man like a moth to a flame.
That all aside, whether the task was simple or not did not account for it being possible. Time consuming maybe, but very possible. The man in question may be intelligent but he was also distracted. It was clear by the awe in his eyes, and the clear discomfort of an uncommon lack of good posture. He had never seen this place, and that was to be the key to Severus' success. Stalking in the distance Severus waited until there was no one left in the hidden ally way behind Gringotts Bank. As the unidentified man continued to explore, Severus was able to make his jump...after 4 hours of following the man from point A to point XY and Z...but still he made his jump. Quickly he brought his large hand to the blokes shoulder turning and slamming him into a wall simultaneously. Not caring that this may or may not be a muggle, Severus turned his wand on the intruder. "Who are you?"
The man who still lacked a name stared at him almost inquisitly. As if he were staring into Severus' very soul. But that wasn't possible. A man with out magic should not be capable of occlumency let alone legilimense. The silence bore on Severus' nerves, "Answer me! Who are you and how did you get in here? Are you of magic?"
His frustration seemed to break the man out of his stouper enough to respond. "My name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes. Pleased to make your acquaintance I am sure. As to your other questions. I followed the group of strangely behaved poeple in robes and slipped in through then entrance of an old run down pub. May I inquire some similar information? Who are you to pin me against a wall and question me for one thing, and for another where am I? What is this place? Why do you point that stick at me as though it is of consequence to me behaving the way you want me to?"
Severus paused in his thoughts. This was dangerous. For everyone in the wizarding world. If a muggle left here with any knowledge of what they are they could be in for another war. One that none of them were ready nor prepared for. "My name is Severus Snape and you have entered this world at a very inopportune time. Unfortunately I will have to erase your memory of having been here. This may hurt a little." Without hesitation he encanted a spell he had mastered in his third year of schooling, "Obliviate!" His wand heated up in his hand pulling extra power from his core to pull the evenings memories from this Sherlock fellow...or at least to attempt to.
He watched waiting for the spell to take effect. Mr. Holmes should have looked dazed...confused...should have had any blank stupid expression on his face. Not have an amused and concerned smirk on his face. Bloody hell he shouldn't still have his memory. Who WAS this man. Where did he come from? Why was he without magic and yet immune to there spells. Was it him? Had Severus possibly just lost his power? His Abilities?
Angry and frustrated he turned and allowed thoughts of his little sister, Lily, to encompase his mind. Saw here playing on the swing where they met. Saw her hand him a small blue carnation in gratitude for him saving her. "Expecto patronum." From his wand came a full imaged doe bouncing around him, keeping an eye out for danger and awaiting instruction. So it wasn't him. He was still at one with his magic. Still as powerful and capable as ever. So why had his obliviate not worked on a mere muggle?
Turning back to the man he sighed, "Sherlock...We have a lot to discuss, but I will not be able to let you rome free in this world. You will be accompanying me to run an errand. When we return to my manor, then I will answer the many questions I am sure you have, and we can decide what to do with you." Taking Sherlock to the ministry was out of the question. They were too busy formulating lies and convering up truths to be bothered with a mere breech of secrecy.
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Sherlock was certainly surprised when he was slammed into a wall. He was able to admit however that he had allowed his mind to drift in this beautiful and new place. Still he kicked himself for not knowing. What irritated him more however, and yet also intrigued him, was his inability to see what this man was thinking. He had no clue what this man wanted of him, and was actually slightly concerned when he said he was to erase his memory's.
He felt foolish when he expected the man's funny italian word to produce an actual effect on his mind. When the stick produced nothing but a small blue light he almost laughed and the man's childish games. That changed though when the man was able to create an animate doe out of thin air. A mystery. The mystery of all mystery's. What were these people with the strange sticks that created something out of nothing... why could he not pull anything off of the mans appearance and facial expressions. He was the best. This was his job.
To say he was glad when Severus Snape offered to explain what his curious mind wanted to know, would be an understatement. He had proved time and time again he would do what was neccissary to get the answers he wanted. Running an errand and having dinner was one of the less psychotic things he had and probably would do to do so. "I will accompany you. If only for the answers I seek Severus."
Severus nodded, "Very good. Stay close to me and though I feel this is not something you do often, I am going to need you to do exactly as I say. Grab my arm Sherlock and brace your self. This will be unpleasant."
The last thing that went through Sherlocks mind before he was pulled into the gut renching feeling of apparation, was why did his name sound so heavenly coming from this strangers lips."