A/N: Sorry about the slow updates. I've been in the mountains without my computer and with no internet access, so this was typed on my tablet. I'll post several today, definitely. Disclaimer: I do not throw characters off buildings, so obviously I can't be Steven Moffat, and therefore don't own Sherlock.
"Come on, Sherlock. Keep your head high and make yourself seem as smart as possible." Mycroft sighed. Unfortunately, Sherlock would have to face this on his own. Hopefully they would tolerate him, but that might be too much to ask. They certainly wouldn't like him. They didn't like any of the children. Mycroft pushed Sherlock in front of him. It had to seem like Sherlock was independent and a true Holmes. Emma and Dave had already gone in, and were apparently talking to Aunt Panicia. She was tall and thin, but very imposing. She lived in the Holmes Manor, and cast a monetary shadow on just about every part of the family. For example, the Germany Holmes had accepted a loan from her only last year, as they were quite poor, and were still paying it off, a huge shocker for this family. Usually if one of them got a loan, it was almost always from Panicia, and was paid off in full within the month. So, unsurprisingly, the German Holmes were not there, and if they were, they were working the money off somehow.
(Now switching to Sherlock's POV)
Sherlock walked in exactly as Mycroft had told him to, with a regal air that could shame most people into submission. As planned, he first went to "Aunt" Panicia, to introduce himself, with Mycroft's advice echoing in his ears. "You'll need to tell her your name. Don't call her ma'am, it will make you seem weak. Say only your name, then you can walk off and join the other boys." Sherlock strode up to Panicia, and stated his name. "Sherlock Holmes." Then he went and joined the boys, just as Mycroft entered the room. For some reason, Mycroft was the Aunt's favorite. In fact, as he walked past his mother and the Aunt, the latter told Emma quite loudly that "that one will be the government someday, just you wait. As for the other one, well, he won't amount to much." Sherlock almost turned around, but managed to keep his temper in check. However, the next moment was the moment his whole life would change.
"Yes, I quite agree. He is only in first grade, he can barely deduce, and he has too many emotions." Sherlock turned as his father's words carried across the room, which was suddenly silent. Mycroft gave a fleeting glance in Sherlock's direction, and was surprised to see that his six year old brother was actually calm. Sherlock's thoughts jumbled together, finally resting on one thing. Betrayal. Utter betrayal by one of the four people he trusted. How could his father do such a thing?
A/N: Sorry it's short, but I wanted to post something because I haven't in forever. I will try to post another tonight, definitely more tomorrow.