Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…

Placing:Before Hogwarts.

Prequel to "Confession Time", "Family Oddness" and "Birthday Presents"

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MUMMY'S MARRIAGE

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Mycroft Holmes stared at his mother piercingly.

He had been waiting for her at one of the more expensive restaurants in the middle of London. She smiled at him while coming up to their table.

"So…" he said slowly the moment she reached the table. "You want to marry."

"Yes," his mother said and sat down on the other side of the table. "And I'm here to talk about it."

Mycroft just continued to stare.

"Do I have to have a talk with him?" He asked his mother as slowly as he had spoken before while contemplating the warehouse he could use for his interrogation.

His mother frowned at him.

"Which warehouse are you contemplating?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Mycroft sighed.

"Mummy…"

She just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't tell me you didn't contemplate anything like that at all," she told him coolly.

Mycroft opened his mouth as if to object before closing it again.

He knew his mother – and his mother knew him even better than he her. There was no way that she didn't know what he had planned to do.

There was no way to lie to her.

He sighed.

"I contemplated the one near Kensington," he confessed finally.

His mother raised an eyebrow at him.

"The dark and dankly one near Kensington Gardens?" She asked with a frown.

Mycroft inclined his head.

"Exactly that one," he replied.

His mother rolled her eyes.

"If you have to use a warehouse, why that one?" She asked him. "There are some nice ones at the Themes and in Greenford as well."

Mycroft contemplated those warehouses his mother had suggested.

"The first one isn't dankly enough," he told her finally. And the one in Greenford is too new."

"And the one in Northold?" She asked.

"Another possibility," he agreed.

His mother sighed and shook her head.

"No," she finally said. "I'm sure we don't need a warehouse for Brandton. He's fine without it. I'm just here to tell you that I'm marrying and that you will have some new relation."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow at that.

"Some?" He repeated, with a frown.

"Some," his mother confirmed.

Mycroft's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean with 'some'?" He asked her coolly.

"I meant that it's more than one," his mother told him matter-of-factly.

Mycroft frowned.

"He has brothers?" He asked.

"That, too," his mother agreed. "But those aren't the ones I'm talking about."

Mycroft contemplated that.

"He has some children already?" He asked.

"He does," she told him amused. "Six, to be exact."

This time, Mycroft stared at his mother unhappily.

"Six?" He repeated. "That… sounds like a lot of work."

His mother sighed.

"You don't have to look after all of them," she told him. "You're not responsible for all your new siblings."

Mycroft frowned.

"I know you said that to me as well when Anthony, Sherlock and Sherrinford were born," he said with a frown. "But that doesn't change the fact that I had to look after them in the end anyway."

His mother just raised an eyebrow at him.

"You've always been a bit overprotective," she said amused. "Don't you think that they might not need your help?"

Mycroft just frowned.

His mother sighed.

"The oldest is a year older than you," she said. "I think he can protect his siblings as well as you can."

Mycroft stared at his mother.

"There's no-one who can protect his siblings as well as I can," he told her matter-of-factly.

His mother smiled at him.

"You're right," she told him smiling. "But that doesn't change the fact that they have their own older brother – a brother who's even older than you and might not like it that you meddle in his siblings lives."

Mycroft frowned at her.

"You met him?" He asked coolly.

His mother sighed.

"As far as I know," she finally said slowly. "He took his youngest siblings and vanished without a trace."

Mycroft's eyes narrowed.

"I don't think that that's something a good older brother should do," he replied icily. "I guess I will have to take up that mantle. What are my new siblings' names?"

His mother just looked at him fondly.

"Oh, Mycroft," she said lovingly and shook her head at him.

It would take years for Mycroft to actually trace down all his new siblings – but finally, nearly fifteen years later he had them all under his protective shield…

"Mycroft, really! Can't you finally stop dogging me? I thought after you finally found out that I'm your brother that those damn kidnap-attempts would finally stop!"

"John…"

"No, Sherlock, keep out of it!"

"John, I'm not 'dogging' you!"

"So your people following me around and then asking me to step into your car was just my imagination?"

"Of course not, John! But that's Mycroft for you!"

"I'm his brother!"

"So? I'm his brother as well and he controls everything that has to do with my life since I was a baby! Believe me, now that he knows it will just get worse, not better!"

John groaned.

"Ta for that, Sherlock," he said. "That's the last thing I actually wanted to know!"

Sadly enough, he had no say in that as long as Mycroft was the oldest brother in the Granger-Holmes household – and since Barney Barton's death fourteen years ago, that was exactly what he was! And of course, Mycroft would act like an older brother should…

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Just a little idea I had. Prequel to "Confession Time."

Hope you liked it

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