Hello everyone! The next chapter is finally here! I would like to take a moment and thank all those that reviewed and added this story to their favs/alert list.
I would also like to thank my beta Mikiri's Revenge.
Areus Bookworm-Sherlock is eighteen while Harry is sixteen. Just to be clear about the present date it's 1996.
By the way...Sherlock is here at last!
Kudos to the person that catches what Sherlock missed because there always something, right?
Well enjoy the new chapter and please review!
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Harry had been here for two months, and not once has he seen evidence of his Uncle's dark deeds. He couldn't just blatantly search the house because questions would start being asked. He was on the verge of just straight out asking him, but then his Uncle had announced he was going on a business trip to America. That was more than enough time to search through his Uncle's things.
The last night before the trip had him watching TV with his Uncle. Of course he was on the far end of the couch, which was as far away from his Uncle's favorite chair as possible. It felt awkward sitting in the room with him because they had nothing to really talk about.
A part of him couldn't help but think that his Uncle knew what he was up to because he would get this look in his eye saying: I know what you're up to and you had better stop, of course that was a ludicrous assumption. No one could possibly know what happened and what he was here doing.
His eyes moved away from the TV and towards his Uncle, and hementally jumped when he saw that his Uncle's eyes were already trained on him. They were dark and bottomless and seemed to hold no emotion; at least that's what he saw. Whenever his Uncle looked at him like this he was reminded of the man he really was, because any human that had any good in their heart would never have that look in their eyes.
His Aunt on the other hand saw love, devotion, contentment and so much more, but Harry knew it was just an act. His Uncle only showed her those things to make her feel happy and loved and it sickened him. She deserved better.
His Uncle blinked a couple of times and the look was gone. In its place was that of a stern but friendly human being. "Harry, I want you to behave yourself and look after your Aunt while I am gone. Is that understood?"
Harry nodded his head and his Uncle gave a slight smile "There's a good lad. Now why don't you go set the table? I suspect dinner will be done soon."
He rises from the couch and tries not to walk too fast from the room. It's not like he is scared of the man. No, he just doesn't like watching him slip on a mask when he knows what could lie underneath.
The table is already set, so he heads to the kitchen and almost runs into his Aunt who is holding a serving plate.
"Oh sorry dear, I didn't see you there." Harry smiles and holds out his hands and gently takes the plate from his Aunt. She lightly pats his back as he turns to place the food on the table.
"Thank you Harry. I've just had so much on my mind." His Aunt says with a tired smile.
"Is there something I can do?" Harry asks.
His Aunt chuckles and places fiddles with a fork on the table. "On dear, it's nothing to warrant too much concern. I always fret when your Uncle goes away."
Harry frowns at this and spares his Uncle a glance in the other room before walking back in to the kitchen with his Aunt. "What exactly does Uncle Victor do? I mean I know he's in accounting but why does he go to America?"
She gives a little smile before walking grabbing a pitcher and filling it with water. "He helps the bank that has investors that live in Florida."
Harry's eyebrows raise in surprise and glances around the kitchen. Nothing really shows Harry that his Uncle has the salary of someone that important. He startles when he hears his Aunt's laugh and glances at her inquisitively.
"We both know how your Uncle is. Besides money isn't the thing that makes one happy. It's the people you surround yourself with."
"That was something my mum used to tell me." His voice shakes a bit at the end of the sentence, but hemanages a smile and looks at his Aunt who returns it.
She reaches over and gives him a hug then grabs an ice tray from the fridge. She puts half of the ice cubes in the water pitcher and hands it to him before putting the tray back. She then heads towards the family area to tell Uncle Victor that it was time to eat.
It was during dinner that Harry decided he would do everything in his power to prevent his Aunt from discovering who his Uncle really was, even if that meant lying.
He started his search as soon as his Aunt was out the door. It usually took her about an hour to do the shopping. Hopefully that would be all the time he would need to look.
His first destination was the family room, which turned up nothing. Next were the dining room, kitchen and the bathroom. Harry was pawing underneath his Uncles lounge chair in his study when the thought hit him.
He could use the Point Me charm! Why hadn't he thought of that in the first place? With irritable huff Harry went to his room and pulled his wand from his pillow.
"Point Me, Uncle Victor's secret."
Harry followed his wand and in turn led him to the door of 211C. He stared at the old wood for only a moment before using Alohomora and opening the door.
No wonder no one lived in it. The flat had a dark tone to it that would put anyone off. Harry took a few more steps in before shutting the door. He held his wand in his hand and recited the Point Me charm once more.
He followed it to a closet and froze, because this was it. Once he opened that door and saw what was in it he would have to search out Sherlock.
Harry was not as apprehensive as he had been. Maybe it was just resignation, but Harry knew deep down that wasn't the case. If he were honest with himself he would say he was excited and that was something he didn't expect. So, opening the door wasn't as hard as he thought it would be.
Inside were a small TV and a VCR with three tapes on top. They were labeled with letters that looked like initials-A.J.T, B.F.J and C.A.L.
Harry picked up the tape on the top and held it in his hands before turning the TV on and leaning down to place to place it in the VCR. It felt heavier than it really was as he placed it in the opening and pushed.
The speakers crackled for only a moment before the blurry image of a figure came into view. It came into sharp focus moments later to reveal a young woman crying next to the base of a tree. She appeared to be tied to it. She had many gashes and a large bruise on her cheekbone. Some shuffling came from of screen before the unmistakable voice of his Uncle.
"You shouldn't cry Caroline. In fact, you should be thrilled. You get to be a part of something great!"
The woman starts crying louder and it appears as though she were hyperventilating. If Harry listens closer he can here pleading mixing in with sobs. There's a large put upon sigh then he sees his Uncle's figure enter the screen.
He squats in front of her and the sound of whispered conversation can be heard before he sees his Uncle's hand lift the back of his shirt and pull out a knife, and rise up high-Harry shuts the TV of and ejects the tape and places it back.
His breathing is heavy and his hands are stilling shaking by the time he gets back to his room. He stands in front of his bed in open shock before falling face first onto it. What was he going to do?
Well, he knew what he needed to do, but the problem was his Aunt. She was going to be devastated when she found out. There was no way he could not do anything because his conscience wouldn't allow it not to mention the beings that brought him here. With a heavy sigh Harry rolled off the bed and shuffled out of his room and headed for the front door.
The air was a nit nippy but unbearable. He sat on the front step and just watched life as it went by. It was really too late to look for Sherlock today so he would have to do it in the morning because who knew how long it would take to find him?
Harry awoke to the smell of bacon. He rolled over and looked at the time and sighed. Today was going to be a long day but first things first. He got out of bed and got dressed then grabbed his wand and accioed his money he had been saving since he was fourteen. He stared at the bundle forlornly for only moment before pocketing it as well as his wand.
His Aunt was in the kitchen humming along with a song on the radio. She turned as he shuffled into the room and tried to snag a piece of bacon. His stops him and gives him a fond smile before shooing him into the dining room.
Tea and breakfast followed not to long after.
"Are you going out for bit?"
Harry nods his and picks at his eggs." Yeah, going to do a bit of walking around and maybe try to make some friends."
"Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea! If you do be sure to bring them around so I can meet them." Harry gives her a wary smile and drinks a little tea to cover up his nervousness
His Aunt laughs and he looks at her questioningly over the over the rim of his cup. "Don't be so nervous! A nice boy like you will have no trouble making friends."
This makes Harry's mood lift and he gives her a smile, which she returns.
Once breakfast was done he was out the door and ducking into the nearest ally. He used Point Me and started walking.
The guy went to bloody Cambridge University!
Of course he went to school at a place like this. It was imposing and beautiful rolled into one. It reminded him a little of Hogwarts. Harry knew he couldn't just wonder aimlessly through the school but he couldn't just stand there either.
Once he got closer to the entrance of the school he noticed a group of people that looked like tourists and low and behold they were. A tour guide was motioning everyone forward when he got there and followed them as they headed off.
About half an hour into the tour Harry slipped off to the loo and used Point Me and followed it for several minute; only stopping when a person insight was in sight and on one occasion being stopped and herded back to the tour group.
He continued once he was able slip away again but became worried when his wand would shift erratically whenever he would get closer to his target. It took only a second for Harry to come to the conclusion that Sherlock was messing with him.
Harry was certain he was watching from somewhere close by so he put his wand away and waited. It didn't take long before a tall figure appeared in the hallway. He had a very confident walk that would look odd on anyone else. The click of his shoes gave off an air of importance along with the school uniform he wore. He had dark curly hair that framed an aristocratic face.
The eyes where what made everything inside him freeze. They were grey and sharp, which brightened them to look silver. They were looking straight through him and Harry almost thought that the man knew everything about him.
"What was that you were using just now?" Harry's eyes widen at the question but he pulled himself together fast and pointed an accusing finger at the person in front of him.
"How long were you following me?" The man arch's an eyebrow and moves a little closer.
"Maybe I should be asking the samething but I already know the answer. No, the right question is why? My brother did not enlist you because you lack the experience of a professional. You are in fact sixteen and live with your relatives in the country. You mother raised you but died recently. Your father was not in the picture, but not because he abandoned you. No, he died before you were born. Hence the reason you are living with relatives. You have never seen me but know who I am because you waited for me when you realized I was avoiding you. It also appears that you are on some kind of mission; that's why you're looking for me."
"How did you know all of that?" Harry is amazed and shocked and guess's it shows on his face because Sherlock gets this proud look on his face.
"I didn't know. I simply observed." He says it with pride and Harry has to give him that it is something to be proud of.
"You didn't get my name from all that did you?" Harry asks with an amused grin, which quickly vanishes with Sherlock's answer.
"Don't be stupid. Of course I don't know your name." A glare is sent his way but it doesn't faze him.
Harry sighs and moves back to regain some personal space. "I'm Harry Perevell. I heard from someone that you might be able to help me."
Sherlock motions for him to continue. "I found something…a tape. A man is in it and he has this woman. Long story short he kills her. I don't know who she or the man is but I have heard you might be able to." Sherlock scoffs at him.
"You know who is doing it. It's someone close to you, but related only by marriage." Harry's jaw drops in shock.
"You do not wish for the spouse; who is related by blood, to find out about this. You want to protect her so you have sought me out; hoping that I will help you."
Harry stares at Sherlock but startles as the man turns and starts walking away. Harry jogs to catch up to him and stops him by grabbing his elbow.
"Why are you leaving? Aren't you the least bit curious about it?" He was told that this would interest Sherlock but that doesn't seem to be the case.
"There is nothing there of interest to me, and it is not my job to protect your Aunt's feelings." He pulls his arm loose and starts walking again and all Harry can do is stare.
Just before he turns the corner an idea hits him. Sherlock wants to be challenged and Harry can do that. He holds up his wand and apparates.
It's amusing to see a person like Sherlock jump and take several steps back like he's ready to run. It takes no time at all for Sherlock to recover and try to figure out how he's done it.
Harry is hiding his wand behind his back with one hand and silently hopes that Sherlock has some ideas of personal space because he's sure if Sherlock had it his way he would tackle him to try and take it.
"So, you can teleport. Very interesting…what else can you do?" Harry smirks at him and motions him closer.
"I may be willing to show you if…you help me." Sherlock scowls at him and huffs in frustration.
"I already told you why I do not wish to! Why do you insist on this?"
"Your right about everything…I do know who it is and I am trying to protect my Aunt. That's the reason I need your help." Sherlock rolls his eyes at this but let's Harry continues.
"It might be dangerous, because he has more than one tape so it means he's killed more than once. But if you do this for me I will show you what else I can do."
Sherlock smirks and his eyes brighten with excitement, which makes Harry smile a little.
"Dangerous, why that's all you had to say!" Harry's smile goes flat but Sherlock doesn't notice as he begins walking again, but stops and turns to Harry with a questioning look.
"Problem?" Harry rolls his eyes and he rushes to catch up as Sherlock starts walking again.
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