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"Greetings, Mr. Potter."
All Harry could do was stare at the man in front of him. There was just no way that the man from all those years ago would just suddenly appear here. Well, actually it made a little since considering where he was going but one thing didn't make since.
The man before him was not the same. This person in front of him looked to be in his fifties. He had very thin brown hair with white streaked through it. His skin had a grey pallor to it and his finger nails looked like they had some black in them. Good God this body was dead!
That was the only thing Harry could think of and it made his stomach turn. The suite the man was wearing didn't really help matters…it just made him look creepy. Like he might have jumped from the scene of a horror picture and decided to take a stroll.
The old man gave a feral grin and shut the compartment door with a loud click. He took two steps in front of Harry and learned forward only to feel the tip of a wand on his chest. His black eyes stared into Harry's for what felt like ages before he gave a long suffering sigh and straightened and walked to the seat opposite Harry's.
"This body unsettles you?" The old man said with an air of boredom;like it was normal for some dead thing to come in and walk and talk to you, which in his mind probably was normal.
"Of course it's unsettling! I did not inspect an old man,who by all accounts looks dead, to come walking in here. Let alone that said dead person would be possessed by some messenger of some deity." These words just seem to amuse the old man more and that aggravated Harry.
"This man died of natural causes a few cars down and this was the only time I would have a chance to discuss some key points with you" At this Harry seemed to calm down just a little, but his grip on his wand tightened just a little more.
"Our dear Sherlock Holmes is not where you expect him to be."
Harry gives the old man a incredulous look and leans forward. His hands make abrupt movements before he makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat and leans back in exasperation.
"You told me that he would be renting one of my Aunts flats! "Harry hisses
"I said he would be, so it's not my fault you misinterpreted. "The messenger says this like Harry was the one in the wrong.
The man was obviously playing around with him and that was something Harry did not put up with. He wasn't going to let this thing get under his skin. So he straightened in his seat and composed a look of indifference on his face.
"I did not misinterpret what you said and you know it. So just tell me what I need to do and let me mourn in peace. "The man's dark gaze swirled with amusement and it irked Harry that he was so readable.
"You have had sixteen years to mourn." Harry's is standing over the thing and has his wand pressed against the dead skin without even realizing what he's doing.
"Don't you dare say that to me. "Harry says. He has a look of deadly calm on his face, but this just belies the rage that lies underneath.
The man's face is blank and his black eyes are no longer showing amusement. Anger is sharp in his eyes and it makes Harry pause, but not enough to back down. Of course, that one moment is all that is needed to have himself grabbed by the neck and lifted off the ground.
Harry still has his wand trained on the head of the body in front of him but would be of little use with his air way be blocked off.
"Are we done? I hope so, because I refuse to be sucked into your pathetic mortal sentiment. I told you in the beginning what was to become of the woman that you would call mother. So pull yourself together, because I really don't want to be here any longer than I need to be." With that said Harry was released and he crumpled to the floor gasping for air.
The man is sitting composed; all the while not looking as if he hasn't almost squeezed the life from someone. Harry has regained his breathe enough to rise shakily to his feet and stumbles to his seat. The car is quite, but that doesn't last long.
"As I was saying, he is not where you expect him to be. He will be at University and I must warn that it will be difficult to capture his attention." The man leaned forward and motioned for Harry to do the same.
Harry reluctantly inched closer, but readied himself in case he was attacked again.
"Your dear Uncle has done some naughty things over the years. He has kept evidence of his deeds somewhere within his and your Aunts flat. Find it and show this to Sherlock."
Harry pulls away and gives the man a confused look. "Why would I show that to him?"
The gaunt face stretches with a dark smile." Because, he loves it…the mystery…that is. He is constantly looking for something to occupy his time with. Eventually he will turn to drugs, which you must thwart."
"How do you expect me to stop someone from wanting to do drugs?" Harry asks irritably.
"I really don't care what you do Mr. Potter just as long as he is not doing things that could kill himself." With that said the man rises and starts towards the door.
"Is that it then?" Harry says as he jumps to his feet.
Dark eyes study him expectantly and Harry sighs in frustration." You expect me to do all this and I have no idea why. What's so great about this man that would make some other-worldly beings drag a dead Wizard to another dimension put him in a dead baby's body, and give him the task of watching over some person they don't even know?"
The messenger chuckles and gives Harry a look then turns and opens the compartment door. "You will know in time" With that said he's gone an Harry can do is stare.
"Harry, over here dear!"
His Aunt rushes towards him and pulls him into a hug. She had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face has a pleasantness about it and her voice is soothing and full of love whenever she speaks to him. He has always been rather fond of her and silently wishes that she was his Aunt in another life; which is more that could be said about his Uncle.
Victor was tall and lean. He had dark eyes that seemes detest everyone and everything. In all, Harry didn't like him one bit. Even more so now that he knew that was up to no good.
He pulls away from and his Aunt gives him a once over. "I am so sorry I missed the funeral but you know how your Uncle Victor is. A Mr. Scrooge when it comes to money and a grump to boot! But of course that isn't an excuse to miss my own sister's funeral and leaving my nephew to deal with it all." His Aunt's voice begins to waver.
"It's alright Aunt Emma. I understand so don't go beating yourself up over it." Harry gives her another hug then he releases her and grabs his two suit cases and they both walk to his Uncle.
"Do you have any other bags?" Asks his Uncle as he holds his hand out for a handshake. Harry thinks about not shaking his it but he doesn't want to upset his Aunt.
"No, this is it." Harry says as he grabs the hand and gives it a small shake.
His Uncle nods and he turns and heads towards the exit while his Aunt and he trail behind.
His Aunt and Uncles flat is a welcomed site. He is rather worn out from everything that has happened the last couple of weeks. It's homey and cheerful just like his Aunt and Harry actual sighs when he steps through the threshold.
His Uncle gives him an odd look before heading towards the living room and flipping on the telly. His Aunt on the other hand pats his back and takes one of his suit cases.
"Come on then, I'm sure your tired and could use a little nap before dinner." She leads him to a small room that has a twin bed with a dark blue comforter, a night stand with a lamp was decorated with little kittens, an oak desk and dresser and a small closet.
"I know it's not much but I'm sure once you've settled in you can fix it up and make youself feel more at home."
"It's perfect." Harry says with reassuring smile.
His Aunt gives an answering smile and places his suit case beside the bed.
"Go ahead and relax and I'll get you when dinner is ready" Harry nods and she leaves shutting the door behind her.
His smile vanishes and he sighs wearily. He places the suit case beside the other and sits down in the bed. The telly is muted by his closed door but it's welcome because he doesn't really think he could handle it totally quite.
He slips his shoes off and lies on the bed and his mind drifts from all that has happened to all he will have to do. He wishes he didn't have do it on his own. That Ron or Hermione were there to help and support him.
He knows that won't be happening though so why bother even thinking it. His mind drifts to Sherlock Holmes and for the millionth time wonders who he is to merit such care. Well, in any case Harry dislikes him. It wasn't Sherlock's fault he was brought here instead of being able to be with his family in the afterlife, but he had to mad at someone.
Who knows maybe his thoughts would change once he met the guy but there was one problem with that. First he had to find the evidence that the messenger spoke of then find mystery man himself.
With an irritated sigh Harry rolled onto his stomach and tries to drift off to sleep.
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