Title: Stone.

Summary: Mycroft gets a visit.

A/N: This came to me while I was watching "Reichenbach Fall" the day before yesterday, again. The feels. :'(

Also, sorry for not updating the past days, college was torture! Here is a slightly longer one. Thank you Rori Potter, xDarkLightx and Lekaiel and guests. And thank you for following and favouring.

"Suicide of Fake Genius." Read the papers laying beside Harry's sobbing, hunched over figure. He forced himself to calm down enough to read through the article again, he was appalled at the mount of personal information mixed with the lies.

Only two people could know this kind of information, John Watson and Mycroft Holmes. Harry was quick to eliminate John, who wasn't that well-informed and with a nearly silent pop he was gone.

Mycroft has just entered the office when the lights were abruptly turned on.

"An eye for an eye, Mycroft. I could kill you – not peacefully mind you, and no one would catch me, even if they would who would incriminate a wizard much less their saviour?"

Mycroft swallowed, knowing that one wrong move and he may be on the wrong end of the wizard's wand.

"Do I need to bind you?" Harry asked tone icy.

"There is no need for that," Mycroft replied, anxious to get this over with.

"Then explain how this wench got so much on Sherlock."

Mycroft stayed silent for a few moments, arranging his story.

"We captured Moriarty..." Mycroft provided the complete story.

Harry tried his best to control himself and not just crucio Mycroft, he certainly had the hatred to do it. Barely restraining himself, Harry pulled out a parchment handing it to Mycroft while saying. "This is a Binding Contract, it will make sure to keep you from... babbling and keeps Sherlock's private life... private."

Mycroft signed the Contract, not daring to say no. He watched the parchment glow after each signature was added and glow an eerie green at the end.

Back in Grimmauld place Harry collapsed on their bed. Suddenly sitting upright Harry reached out calling for the Resurrection Stone. Harry called out for Sherlock when it landed in his palm. Nothing happened. Five tries later and still nothing.

Harry could only laugh and cry at the same time because Sherlock is alive!