Bring me to Life
Chapter 3
Severus, though he wouldn't admit it, was glad for the company. What he was about to do would be hard on him. He would have to change his life completely. Give up everything, not that there was much for him to give up. He would have to all but disappear from the wizarding world to accomplish what he was about to accomplish. More so he was glad for the silence his company provided him. He looked into the small nursery in which his godson/nephew was being held until Dumbledore dropped him on some imbecils door step. No way in hell was Severus going to let that happen. Severus glanced behind him, "Follow me. And keep quiet." Sherlock rose his brow debating on whether or not he was going to ignore the order, deciding it was best to wait to test waters with this man with the enchanted stick.
Severus crept silently to the cradle holding little Harry, son of Lily and James Potter. With care, and though no one would be able to tell, a small amount of fear Severus lifted the child from his bed. He had held little Harry before of course, and yet it still made him nervous how small the boy was. One wrong move...But this was not the time for such fear. The little one opened his brilliant green eyes and smiled, "Sebseb." The cold and stoic man smiled, "Hello Harry. Do you want to go with me for a little trip tonight?" Harry giggled, "Sebseb." To be fair Hairy only fifteen months old. His speach wasn't the best quite yet. Still Severus took that as a yes.
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Sherlock was content in his position. Silently observing, trying to pick details from the man, attempting to learn who he was working with. Not normally all that sentimental, Sherlock was surprised when he felt his lip twitch at the interaction between Severus and this child. He was even more taken back when the man he had originally depicted as a cold and withdrawn type, spoke to the infant with such softness, looking upon him with care and tenderness.
When Severus lead them out of the hospital with the child, Sherlock knew they were breaking a rule of this world. Why else would they need to up hold such a sneeky demenor. He had to break from his thoughts when the arm was once again offered to him. His first experience of travel this way was unpleasant to say the least, and he highly doubted if would get better...but...He was Sherlock Holmes. He was certainly not one to give up a mystery to save him self a bit of nausea. Mind realing once again he was off in some air sucking spinning micro straw, and landing in a beautiful garden that made him realize they were no longer in London.
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Carrying the child out of the room and leading Sherlock back out of the hospital, Severus held his arm out once more for Sherlock to take. To his amusment the muggles face scrunched up in discomfort. No one liked apparating, Wizards and Muggles alike. Despite this he felt the grip on his forecep and took them away to Prince Manor in Bibury England. The Manor was old and until now, left untouched since his great grandmother passed away. He had however managed to send direction to Mimsy and Pipsy to get the house cleaned and ready for a young child, so it was in beautiful condition upon there arrival.
Him and Harry would be safe here, and it looked as though there new guest as well. After all, Sherlock would not be able to return home untill Severus had found a way around what ever mind protection the man had. For now though he needed to answer said mans questions, and hopefully figure out living arrangements suitable for the three of them.
"Harry won't be sleeping again for at least an hour, so we will need to take our converstation to his play room if you are agreeable?" Severus was attempting to be understanding of the mans' situation. Sherlock nodded, "Lead the way."
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Severus set Harry down, "You can play with everything in here Harry. Me and our friend Sherlock will be talking on the couch, Okay?" Harry laughed, "Okay Uncle SebSeb."
Sitting down with Sherlock Severus took a deep breath, "I know that you have questions, and I know you are confused, so if you don't mind I will explain the basics and then you can ask your questions and I will answer them to the best of my ability." At Sherlocks' nod Severus began.
"To start with then entrance you went through today was a passage way. One of many into a world not like yours. In the world that you entered things are quite different. For one its secrecy is so important because the humans within all have one thing in common that those out side the wall do not. Magic. What you witnessed from my wand today was just that. Magic. The barers of such a gift are called Witches and Wizards.
We have been bound to secrecy for many centuries to protect our kind from your kinds cruelty. While I disagree that all non magical humans are horrid, I do agree that you start war with what you don't understand. That could put our entire world in danger. This is why you have never bore witness before to the place you entered and to the magic you seen today.
For a long time now Wizarding Britain has been at war between what we call light and dark magic. The reason the wizards you saw today were so careless was because that war ended today. That is why there have been celebrations and yet sorrow for our loved ones lost. You should know that my chosen side was with those of dark magic. You see my leader was of good and reasonable goals. Something in him however changed, making the leader of the light seem much more appealing to many in the war. Unfortunately what ever snapped in my master, cost me dearly.
There was a prophecy written about the child that we picked up today, that he was the only one to have the power to defeat my master. During My Lords' transition to insanity he also gained a need for immortality. Due to this he decided the only answer was to kill the child before he became old enough to follow through with this prophecy. I begged him to spare Harry and his family. He would not see reason. By the time I reached there home to try and stop it, I was too late. The woman I had considered a sister since I was a young boy, gone. Her husband, dead. What is left without explanation is why the spell fired at young Harry rebounded, and where the body of Lord Voldemort disappeared to. Regardless of these losses. These questions that are still left. A war has ended today.
Now Dumbledore has forced my hand to the side of the light, forcing me to make an unbreakable vow, a vow that causes death to someone who does not follow through, to protect this boy. He planned to dump the boy on the doorstep of magic hating muggles, his aunt and uncle, and to use the vow to bind me to his-self. I refuse to let that happen. That is why we picked the child up today. Him and I will be creating new identities. Forming a new life. One where Harry will not be hurt by those creatures. One where we will be safe.
Muggles, what we call those without magic, are not generally able to see anything of magical creation, for example the doorway that you were able to see. This should not be possible unless you had a magical signature. I have an ability know as legillimens that should allow me to see into your mind. Read your thoughts. My attempt was unsuccessfull. The spell I cast at you ealier with no effect, Obliviate, is an spell we use to alter the memory's of muggles so they forget if they do happen to see something they shouldn't and so they won't go blabbing about our world to other muggles. That spell did not work on you. This is why you are with me now. I can not risk you running loose until I find a way to alter your memories.
Now...I will answer any questions you have."
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Sherlock was in complete and utter awe. Wizards and Magic? A magical war? Why was this making so little sense? This was a puzzle that was not going to be easy to figure out. Of course he could deduce that his immense intelligence probably meant he was capable of using a larger percent of his brain that the average human, which was probably why these mind tricks did not work on him. That meant that Severus would be spending a long time trying to find away around it. That was a good thing because something told him he wanted to stick around here for a while. This was too new, too exciting, and far too dangerous an oppurtunity to pass up. No he would be staying in this world with this man until he solved this seemingly unsolvable puzzle.
"I think that the questions I have will be best asked over time, as I assume I will be staying with you and Harry for some time. So how about I learn as I go? For now I think someone wants my attention."
Turning away from Severus, Sherlock looked down at the child that couldn't be more than a year old. Terrible that the poor child lost his parents tonight. Even more terrible that he didn't seem to understand what happened just yet. "Yes little one? How can I help you?"
Harry grinned and pointed at him self, "I'm haray." Sherlock couldn't help but smile. It had been so long since he just sat back and was carefree, "Hello Harry. My name is Sherlock." The little boy giggled "Hi Sherly." Harry then proceded to show his new friend around his play room, all the while Severus just sat watching in wonder. Why did this feel so good to him? Those feelings would have to wait till later, "Harry, why don't you show...Sherly...your dragon collection." And little Harry did.