Summary: Donovan says something she shouldn't have.

A/N: This is bookworm0902's oneshot gift because she was the 30th reviewer. She wanted, and I quote "or Harry defending Sherlock when Donovan calls him a freak." There you go and I hope you like it.

Thanks to bookworm0902, xDarkLightx, Rori Potter, flamenin, TimeTravellingThestral (great name you got there).

Sherlock was asked to help the police again. A man has just committed suicide last night, his body was found this morning, which is normally a case closed. However, the man and his clothes were wet; his lungs were full of water too. How could a man drown on land? Much less drown while jumping from a building? That was what Sherlock here to find.

"Oh God, the Freak brought another one with him," Donovan muttered as she observed Sherlock and his companion.

"John couldn't put up with you anymore, Sherlock?" She called out.

"John is out on a date, Sally. What is more important, did you spend the night cleaning again?" Sherlock remarked.

Harry couldn't help but slightly smirk as he understood what Sherlock implied.

"Who is this?" Donovan asked, irritated that Sherlock caught them again.

"Harry Potter, friend of Sherlock," Harry introduced himself before Sherlock would.

"You're kidding! The Freak doesn't have friends," Donovan exclaimed before returning to her work.

The man's wife shall inherit a large amount of money which her young lover wanted to be included. The young lover waited till the man was drunk and took him to the roof of his building, the man of course fell and the young lover poured water in his mouth and let the rain take care of his clothes.

Sherlock solved the case and he was ready to go home. Harry however had an entirely different plan.

"You know Miss Donovan, Sherlock doesn't care about you say because eventually, you are beneath him. But sadly I do,"

Donovan turned around surprised to see Sherlock's friend leaning against her cubicle. It was lunch hour and she decided to have her lunch her in order avoid rumours.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not! I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing... It is just a friendly reminder, because the moment you truly hurt Sherlock I wouldn't even hesitate to hurt you back." Harry said. The whole time he was fingering the Elder wand in his pocket, not that he will need it should things come to that.

Donovan gulped, nodding her head. There was this suffocating pressure; squeezing her almost to the point of suffocation.

"I am glad you agree with me. Have a nice evening, Miss Donovan." Harry said smiling before walking out.