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John laughed as he watched his little girl run around the house, dressed in her Hogwarts cape, shouting spells at whoever she saw fit. Uncle Greg had bought her Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone for her birthday and since then, she had worked her way through them all, with John helping her read some of the words, and was now obsessed.

"Me and your mum are leaving in a minute. Promise to be good for Uncle Lock?" John requested the young child.

"Yep, I'll make him watch Harry Potter with me." Willow decided, beaming at her dad.

John smirked, trying to imagine the look on his best friends face when his daughter announced to him that they were going to watch Harry Potter. The man couldn't even sit through Doctor Who without criticising the logic of it all. John had learnt to block him out when he had lived at Baker Street when he had watched the re-runs when nothing was on telly; it beat listening to Sherlock yelling at Jeremy Kyle anyways.

Pulling him from his thoughts, Mary stepped out of the bedroom in an elegant red dress, ready for their date. Willow even stopped running around the living room to inform her mother that she looked extremely pretty.

John couldn't take his eyes off of her until he realised that Willow was tugging on his sleeve, yelling at him that the doorbell had rang. He quickly stepped into the hallway and opened the door, letting in Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective turned babysitter for the night.

"Good evening, John." Sherlock nodded.

John let his friend in and before he even had the chance to offer him tea, Willow had thrown herself at him, demanding a hug.

"Alright, Wills, he only just got here." John warned her.

Blushing, she released Sherlock from her limpet like hug and allowed John and Sherlock to walk into the kitchen undisturbed.


It was another twenty minutes before her parents left and Sherlock looked her up and down, his eyebrow quirked.

"Why are you wearing a cape?" Sherlock questioned as he was dragged into the living room.

"It's not a cape, it's a cloak," Willow corrected. "And I'm wearing it because we're going to watch Harry Potter."

Sherlock's eyebrows positively shot to his hairline as the young Watson sat him down and inserted the disc into the DVD player.

"By the way, I know you'd be a Ravenclaw." Willow added.

"Ravenclaw? What are you talking about?" Sherlock demanded.

"Houses, Uncle Lock. There's Gryffindor, Slythrin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. That's how the students at Hogwarts are sorted, the sorting hat decides of course." Willow explained.

"You're speaking no sense!" Sherlock cried.

"I am! Just watch the film and you'll understand!" Willow retaliated, pointing at the screen as the music began to play.


"So, do you understand?" Willow asked when the credits began to play.

She was curled up on her Uncle's lap but she sat up to look at him as he absorbed the new information.

"It is obvious what's going to happen from here." Sherlock replied.

"I'm not sure you'll be able to figure it all out." Willow replied, reaching for her copies of the first two books.

"You underestimate me." Sherlock smiled.

"Read the first two books." Willow told him, handing him the well-thumbed copies.

If it were anyone but his goddaughter, he would've snarled at them but as it was her request, he simply slipped the books into his coat pocket.

"I think you should go to bed." Sherlock said, noticing that Willow suppressed yet another yawn.

"Nu uh." Willow shook her head.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at her defiance and simply picked her up and carried her to her room. He helped her hand up her cloak on the back of the door and watched her wander into the bathroom to change into her pyjamas. Once she was changed and had brushed her teeth, she climbed into bed and handed Sherlock a book for him to read with her.

"Comfortable?" Sherlock asked as the young girl wrestled with her sheets and teddies until she found an acceptable position.

Willow nodded and Sherlock's baritone voice began to narrate the adventures within the pages.


Sherlock arrived back at 221b Baker Street and threw himself on the sofa with a thud. He reached into his pocket to sling his keys onto the coffee table but instead he pulled out two books. Momentarily confused, he stared at them until he remembered Willow had insisted he read them.

Four hours later, he had finished the two books and was searching for the third one he knew John had left on the bookshelf from The Blind Baker case.

And that was how Willow Watson made a secret Harry Potter fan out of Sherlock Holmes.


A/N Sorry this is so short :D