Bring me to Life
Chapter 6
Sherlock walked quietly behind the blonde. Proper, obviously weathly, and yet still humble and having a adequate amout of respect. He couldn't really think of anything to say. What do you say exactly when you are told you're a bloody fairy. It didn't take them long to reach a private office, obviously very well guarded. The door closed behind them and they were sat at a desk where those snarly tooth creatures, he deducted were goblins, clicked his fingers patiently.
"Mr. Malfoy. As always it is a pleasure. What can I do for you and your fae friend," spoke who Sherlock could only assume was Bloodscorn. Malfoy thankfully took lead, "Mr. Holmes has just realized his inheritance. He would like to do a thorough blood test to see if there is anything he has missed, seeing as until now he though he was a mere muggle. On top of that we would like to open a vault for him in which I will be providing a small start up for."
Bloodscorn wasted no time in getting to work, "Very well Mr. Holmes. Please slice your hand with this goblin blade. You will let your blood run over the parchment until words form, at which point your hand will heal on it's own. This will tell you everything you need to know about your herritage."
Sherlock did as instructed, watching as his blood faded into the paper and returned as black ink, drawing information across the paper. Lucius took the Parchment and read it allowed for Sherlock to listen to.
Legal Name - Sherlock Holmes
Birth Name - Sherlock Shea
Age 32
Guardian Mother: Lydia Holmes
Guardian Father: Gregory Holmes
Birth Mother: Vidia Shea (Fairy Princess) Living
Birth Father: Kayne Hugh (Human Seer) Deceased
Titles:
Fae Prince by birth right of London
Vaults:
Vault 1212 Trust Vault for Sherlock Shea
400,000 Galleons
Book on Fae history
Book on Fae royalty
Portkey - Destination uknown (3 person travel)
Photo of birth mother and father
Potion to un-lock magical abilities
My son - Sherlock
If you are reading this, you have somehow found your way back to our world. I am so sorry you are learning this way. I was hoping for everything that you would live your life happily, and out of this war. I lost your father. I didn't want to lose you too. Now that you are here however there is nothing to be done. If you made it here to gringotts then you have had help. In your vault is a portkey that will bring you to me along with up to two companions with you. If you are anything like your father I am sure that you will need to think about this before you come to me so take your time. I understand. When you were born I supressed your magic, hoping that you would not ever need it...now that you are here however you will. The potion in your vault will help that.
Again, I am so sorry for everything. I hope you will be able to forgive me and are able to understand a mothers love for her child. I wanted you safe.
I am rambling now. I love you son.
I hope you will eventually find it in your heart to come and see me.
Your Mother,
Princess of the London Farries.
Lucius looked at Sherlock eyes wide with shock. Sherlock was son of a royal family that was thought to be lost centuries ago. The fairy court had disappeared far before the war of Grindelwald.
Sherlock met the eyes of Lucius, "I'd like to see my vault. I need to know what I am...This is...A lot. I think I will collect my books and potion and return home if that's alrght. Seeing as you don't need to create a vault for me. Mr. Bloodscorn. May I take this parchment with me to show a friend?" Bloodscorn nodded, "Of course Prince Shea."
Now all that was left to do was explain his person to Severus and take his time figuring out who he was. Ironic how he was now his own mystery. The biggest mystery of all. For one...Who the hell was he. Did he even want to be royalty. While he could understand her wanting to protect him, he was still so angry at this woman who pushed him into a life of lies. Really he didn't know what he was going to be doing from here.
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Meeting outside the bank Lucius smirked as he layed eyes on his friend, "I am impressed my friend." At the comment Sherlock broke out of his stupor to take a look at the changes Severus had endured, and froze. In complete astonishment. "You...look...amazing. Beautiful I mean," Sherlock had never found himself so enthralled with another human like this. Severus however un-noticable blushed lightly, "Thank you Sherlock. I will now be going by the name Andriel Drake, while Harry will be taking the name Dalair Drake. How did things go on your end."
At the reminder Sherlock shrugged and handed over the paper, "Read it now, but we will talk about it at home." Sherlock only thought for a moment on his word choice 'home.' Had he ever considered a place home before? That answer would be no.
Andriel finished reading the parchment eyes gorging out of his head. Looking to Sherlock he gave a comforting smile, taking his hand gently, "That must have been hard to learn. We will figure things out. I promise." Sherlock squeezed the hand back subconciously, "Thank you Andriel..I like the new name."
On another note, Dalair had decided he had been good and ignored for far too long. "Sherly! Ice Cream!" The three of them laughed as the agreed, dragging the boy to the ice cream parlor before heading home for some serious contemplation. What would they do with this new life, and new information. How would they make this work for them. They didn't know exact answers, only that they would be doing it together.
Lucius smiled fondly to himself, things were going to get interesting here soon. Perhaps a play date for Dal and Draco was in order so the adults could talk more peacefully tomorrow.