It all started when he was a child. When his wizard parents had realized he was a Squib, they had started neglected him. A Squib child in a Pureblood family? Blasphemy! He was hidden away from the world and sent to live in London. He had cried and fought. He did not want to leave Ireland. But his parents would not bear the shame.
This is where he had met Blaise Zabini, all of eleven and heading to Hogwarts. But unlike others, Blaise wanted to be his friend. And from then James 'Jim' Moriarty had one friend.
For years later, he had been Blaise's sounding board and advisor. He had helped Blaise settle after he had faked his death. They changed his name to Sebastian Moran. He had resources now. He was a consulting criminal. And he needed a right-hand man. And he trusted only Blaise.
The bullets in Miami were a success. But then Jim needed him here. The final problem with Sherlock Holmes. Blaise had understood. He could do this for his friend. He had gone to Pansy. He knew she could help. But then she got to know. She had seen his face and recognized it from the television. She started threatening them both. Then she was taken care of.
It was not that shocking when he learnt that Sherlock had faked his death. He is very clever. He would have figured things out. But Jim had something Sherlock did not—magic.
He faked his death too. Polyjuice potion to disguise this other poor man as Moriarty and the Imperio curse to make him do what he pleased. Blaise and Jim had been on the terrace hiding under invisibility cloaks, with Blaise wielding the wand. They had seen Sherlock jump after the other Jim killed himself. The real Jim had not for one moment thought he would actually die. And he was right.
Then when he had heard the pretty brunette witch was involved, he was glad. He sent that blonde girl to them in Paris. Blaise had argued but he had persevered. His big reveal to the world was getting close.
Then Sherlock had gone and shot that man. How terrible. Guess he could not wait any longer.
He smiles at the TV screen as he basks in the joy that he will make Sherlock Holmes dance again. He decides maybe he will throw in a partner for Sherlock this time.
Yes, that will do splendidly, he thinks as his face says to him from the screen, "Miss me?"

~FIN~

A/N. DUN DUN DUN. The end. It tickles me every time that this fic was inspired by this photoshopped picture of Bendect Cumberbatch and Emma Watson. LOL. Then this monster of a project (for me) took definite shape. As a friend said my stress was worth it. And I feel like yeah, it was. And I can never thank my readers enough. YOU RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME PEOPLE WHO READ THIS, THANK YOU SO EFFING MUCH! I 3 U ALL!

PS. Do you think I should write a sequel?