A/N: I am SO sorry for the late update. Real Life has gotten super busy, so I won't be able to write and update as often as I'd like. But don't worry, I'm NOT giving up on this story.

Special thanks goes to my sister for encouraging me to keep writing, my brother for proof-reading and Dream I Dare for reviewing.

Disclaimer: Sherlock, Harry Potter, and Mulan don't belong to me, blah, blah, blah, enjoy!

Molly gulped as she stared at the man in front of her. Everything about him could only be described in one word.

Intimidating.

His entire outfit, (armor, belt, boots, cape, even the sheath for his sword) were all one color. Black.

But that wasn't what was frightening about him. No, it was his cold, stern demeanor. His presence alone commanded fear and respect. His piercing black eyes, that were currently fixed upon Molly, made her feel as if he was staring into her soul.

"The last thing I tolerate in my regiment are troublemakers. Is that understood?"

"O my, even his voice is terrifying! Don't just stand there Molly; say something! " She cleared her throat. "Uh, sorry about that. But you know how it is when you uh, reach the stages of manhood," she flexes her right arm, "and you just gotta hit someone." She punched her hand for emphasis, only to hiss in pain and shake said hand.

Unimpressed, the captain said, "Not a troublemaker, merely an imbecile. What is your name?"

Molly opened her mouth to answer, but her mind went blank. At her hesitance, the captain leaned right into her face.

"Perhaps I have not made myself clear. I am Captain Severus Snape, of the Phoenix Regiment. When I give a command or request, you will respond accordingly. If I order you to sit, you sit. If I order you to run, you run. If I order you to stand on your head, crawl through the mud, and jump into a river, you will do so without question. Was that clear enough for your muddled brain?"

Wide-eyed,, Molly nodded. "Y-yes sir. Perfectly clear, sir."

"Good." Captain Snape straightened himself and Molly allowed herself to breath. "Now, what is your name? Or do you even have one?"

To her relief, Molly remembered. "Yes I do, sir. It's Matthias. Matthias Hooper."

Snape raised an eyebrow. Although he retained his stern demeanor, Molly caught a glimpse of interest in his cold eyes.

"Hooper. Sir John Watson Hooper?"

Molly felt a sense of foreboding as she answered, "Uh, yes sir. He's my father."

Snape lowered his eyebrow. "Tell me, Hooper, what metal is the best choice for a sword? Iron or steel?"

"Sorry?" Molly could only stare in confusion.

"You don't know? Well then, let's try again, shall we? How far, Hooper, will a well shot arrow fly?"

"I-I don't know, sir," was the only reply Molly could give. She heard James snickering behind her.

"And what's the difference between a knife and a dagger?"

Molly sighed. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know."

Snape raised an eyebrow again, this time in contempt. "Pity. Clearly the apple has fallen very far from the tree. Hasn't it, Hooper? "

Molly felt her face flaming with embarrassment. This reminded her too much of her examination with Madame Umbridge. Only this was much worse.

Snape steps away from her and addresses the others. "As for the rest of you, thanks to your new friend," he indicates his head at Molly, "Hooper, you are all assigned to assist Master Filch in cleaning up every single blade of grass in this area and preparing the meal for the rest of the regiment. I'm sure with all four of you working together, it'll get done faster. The real training begins early tomorrow morning." He turns to Molly, narrows his eyes at her, then sneers, "I look forward to it, immensely." He strides away with his black cape billowing behind.

"You heard the captain," Filch said, "Move it. You," he points to Molly, "since you made most of the mess, can clean up. And you," he points to Remus, "can help me fetch some more water. The rest of you can start cutting some vegetables while I'm gone. And no funny businesses."

He grabs the cauldron and walks off, muttering under his breath, "The captain was too easy...had my way...whipped till they was bleeding."

Molly risked a peek at the Gryffindors. The two dark-haired men glared at her before moving over to the food supplies. Remus, however, gave her a sympathetic smile, then followed Filch.

Molly sheepishly got on her knees and began picking up the soup as best as she could, dumping it into a nearby bucket.

(Elsewhere...)

Captain Severus Snape marched through the camp, looking around with disdain.

"Ah, Severus."

Snape nodded respectfully to the man who joined him. "Lord Malfoy."

"How does it feel to be in command of your own regiment of soldiers?" asked Lord Malfoy, as he kept up with Snape's stride.

Severus scoffed. "Soldiers is hardly the word to describe this motley band of dunderheads."

"Really?"

"Already I had to stop a bunch of irresponsible Gryffindors from starting a food-fight. Then I come across a Hufflepuff who didn't know the difference between knives and daggers!"

Lord Malfoy was amused. "Well, we can't expect the other regions to be as well groomed as Slytherin now can we?"

Snape stopped walking and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "True. But you would think the son of Hooper would at least have some knowledge of weapons," he said, more to himself.

Lord Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "Hooper? As in Sir John Hooper? Friend of Sherlock Holmes? The two men you've always admired?"

Severus removed his fingers and looked at Malfoy apprehensivley. "Yes."

"Interesting," mused Malfoy, "I wasn't aware Sir Hooper had a son."

Severus scoffed again. "Small wonder. The boy's an idiot. His father's probably ashamed of him!"

The lord shrugged. "Well, no matter. I came to inform you of a matter of great importance. My regiment and I have been called away to investigate a rumor of Death Eaters being sighted near Godric Hallow. So Lord Fudge shall be overseeing your training of the new recruits."

Severus stiffened. Lord Cornelius Fudge was one of the most influential members of the Ministry. "Lord Fudge was one of the strongest opponents for my promotion to captain!"

"I'm well aware of that Severus, as well as his reasons. However, he doesn't know, as well as I do, how far you have come in your training. That is why I recommended you to lead this regiment. I'm sure with you in charge, this army will become one of the finest in Hogwarts. And Lord Fudge will have no reason to complain. I have great faith in you, Severus."

Severus nodded appreciatively. "Once again, I owe you a great deal of gratitude, my lord. I wouldn't have made it this far had it not been for you."

They continued walking until they reached the front of the camp, where Malfoy's own company of soldiers were waiting. Malfoy mounted his horse, then nodded to Severus.

"Take care Severus!"

Snape nodded and watched as Malfoy and his regiment rode away.

Despite his complaints, Severus Snape was truly looking forward to commanding his own army. It seemed like only yesterday when Lucius Malfoy had taken him, a Potion's Apprentice, under his wing and trained him to be a knight.

He surveyed the camp and sighed. "I suppose a captain has to start somewhere. I shall prove that I am a worthy leader and train these dunderheads. Even if I have to break them."

(That night...)

After a couple of failed attempts, Molly finally manage to get her small tent up.

Her fingers and knees were aching from her near impossible task of cleaning the soup mess. It didn't help that her job took longer due to James and Sirius "accidentally" dropping the rubbish from their chopped vegetables.

She crawls into her blanket and buries her head in her pillow (it was actually another folded blanket). Just as she was about to fall asleep, she hears the sound of slow clapping.

She lifts her head. There was Sherlock, sitting (or rather, floating) cross-legged at the foot of her blanket, slowly clapping, looking non-too pleased.

"Congratulations. You have managed to make enemies with a couple of Gryffindors, enrage the cook, and make quite an impression on the captain. And all on the first day!"

Molly sat up and yawned as she scratched her head. "So much for not drawing attention to myself, right? So what should I do?"

"Well first things first. We need to educate you in the fine arts of weaponry. Let's start with the difference between knives and daggers."

Molly buries her face in her hands and groans. "Maybe tomorrow will be better." She could only hope.

A/N: Poor Molly! With Snape there isn't much hope. ;-)

Severus Snape is one of my favorite characters from 'Harry Potter'. Whether you love or hate him, there's no denying that he's a very complex and interesting character and Alan Rickman portrays him excellently.

Molly Hooper is one of my favorite characters from 'Sherlock.' (See A/N on Chap. 2)

So imagine my disappointment when, at least as far as I could see, there were NO fanfics with these two together. Not even as friends! At the same time of this revelation, my sisters were watching 'Mulan'. A little plot bunny began to form and the rest they say is history. :-)

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