Bring me to Life
Chapter 4
As the sun shone through the silver curtains, one well rested Sherlock was stirred from possibly the most peaceful slumbers he had ever had the pleasure of having. Kicking his feet outward and stretching his arms to the sides. His goal was to get some of the aches and creeks of rested bones loosened up. That goal was interupted when his hand made contact with another body. In that moment all of the memories from the previous night came back to him. After little Harry had worn himself out, Severus put the child to bed in the nursery. Seeing as Severus had not been expecting any company, he had not had any of the guest rooms prepared. They had agreed that Sherlock could sleep in Severus' room until the next day when they could have the house elves ready a guest room.
Sherlock turned his head to the left, taking a moment to examine the sleeping features of this...wizard. It was disturbing that even in sleep this man seemed troubled. His eyes were furrowed, the mouth frowning. He faced the door. From what Sherlock could tell, he must have had on fucked up childhood. That would explain why he was so hard to read. That combined with being caught up in what ever war he had been in. He was far easier to read while he was sleeping, while he was a little less on guard. Not by much mind you. He could tell that if he were to make even on wrong move, Severus would have him detained before he had a chance to evaluate his situation. It was a stoic beauty that the man before Sherlock posessed. Giving in to the urge to touch the face of the wizard, Sherlock brushed a strand of hair from the mans yes and smiled. He would let Severus sleep a while longer. Accepting that he had a more than business related interest in Severus, he got out of bed leaving a chaste kiss upon his cheak.
Walking through the large manor Sherlock peeked into the nursery to see those green eyes staring back at him. He smiled, "Good morning Harry. Are you hungry?" Harry giggled, "Sherly! Dragy Cakes?" Sherlock laughed picking the kid out of his crib, "Alright buddy. I'm afraid your going to have to teach me how to make dragy cakes though."
After a good amount of time attempting to learn the where abouts of the manor, the pair finally made it to the kitchen. Sherlock was taken by...well he was taken by something, when he found two tiny bony creatures walking around the kitchen. Sherlock was about to lose his shit if he were to be honest. Until however Harry giggled excitedly, "Mimmy! Pippy!" The boy wriggled out of Sherlocks' arms, running over to give each creature a hug, while both creatures returned it. Apparently the little boy knew these...things. Sherlock attempted to be polite, "Uh excuse me but I am not from this world. May I ask what kind of creatures you are?"
Mimsy and Pipsy looked at eachother and nodded, "We are Mimsy and Pipsy. We is called house elves. We help wizards to take care of there houses and do the cooking and cleaning. We was about to make breakfast. Would you like something?"
Sherlock nodded slowly, "Thank you Mimsy. Pipsy. My name is Sherlock. I came home last night with Severus. I was actually going to help Harry make breakfast for Severus if thats all right...except...I don't know what a Dragy cakes is." The house elves chuckled, "We can help you around the kitchen. He means he wants dragon pancakes. Rasberry Pancakes in dragon shapes."
Ohhh, that made more sense. He wasn't really fluent in toddler speak quite yet. "Okay Harry, lets do this." The house elves helped pull down the ingredients and the dragon molds, and walked Sherlock through making the pancakes. Unbeknown to them, Severus had woke, and was now peeking in as Sherlock and Harry made breakfast.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Severus didn't know if he wished he were alseep for the whole afair or not, but what he did know was this Sherlock fellow had pulled some sort of string in him. He could feel Sherlock observing him, and faked his slumber to see what the man would do. What caught him off guard was that Sherlock touched him...willingly. And not as some sort of joke. The touch had been so gentle. He swore he could still feel the small tingle behind his ear where the man left the strand of hair. Could still feel the warm brush of lips on his cheak.
As soon as he heard the door to his bedroom close he got up and dressed. Casting a notice me not charm on him self and a dillisionment charm for good measure he had followed Sherlock and Harry to the kitchen. He was oddly touched when Sherlock said he was going to help Harry make breakfast for him specifically. He watched as Sherlock helped Harry onto the counter. As Sherlock poured the ingredients in the bowl Harry Stirred it. While Sherlock cooked the dragon shaped pancakes, the house elves gave Harry a sippy cup of juice in his high chair. Seeing they were about to tray everything up Severus knocked on the side of the door, making his presence known.
Sherlock turned and smiled while Harry grinned happily, "SebSeb! I made Dragy Cakes and Sherly helped." Severus scooted Harry's high chair to the table and help up the conversation while Sherlock moved breakfast to the table. They got Harry munching on his dragon pancakes, and they got down to business.
"Look, I have a lot of work to do. Harry and I need completely new Identities which is what we will be achieving today. New names. New Looks. Everything. Starting today we will no longer be Harry and Severus. I have a friend that will be helping us do that, but he isn't very fond of muggles so I will need you to stay behind me and be scarce," Severus explained.
Sherlock nodded, "I understand. Is he on the 'dark' magic side as well?" Severus confirmed Sherlocks suspicion, "Yes he was. He was the one that got me signed up to begin with. Now I am going to get Harry ready. Why don't you wait for us in the study. Two doors down to the left, wait by the fire place." Sherlock nodded his agreement...But before he could leave Severus spoke up again, "Wait...Uh, thanks for being so good with Harry. And for breakfast." And Severus returned the kiss on the cheak as he headed up stairs with his godson.