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Crime is of the Essence	By : K8BNimble Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6594 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or BBC’s Sherlock nor do I make money from this. I just like playing with them. Harry Potter is owned by owned by JK Rowling, Scholastic and Warner Brothers & BBC’s Sherlock is owned by, well, the BBC

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And I still don’t own either Harry Potter or BBC’s Sherlock. I also make no money on this either….

Story note: The year is 2018. It’s canon until the Epilogue. Harry never married. Ron and Hermione had Rose and Hugo earlier than indicated in the books so that they are older in this story. Rose was born in 2002 and Hugo in 2005. Other minor modifications made without notice probably!
Reminder: The Sherlock in this story is from BBC's Sherlock which is set in contemporary times. This IS NOT Robert Downey Jr.'s Sherlock nor any traditional versions as portrayed by Jeremy Brett or any other actor. This is Sherlock as portrayed by Benedict Cumberbatch. You do not need to have seen the BBC series to follow this story.

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Crime is of the Essence

Chapter 12 – A Little Jealousy Goes a Long Way
When it was just the three of them again, Harry left to use the facilities. When he came back, Sherlock and Severus were staring at each other, not a word between them. He glanced between them and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. He brought each of them a glass as well.
“So our working theory is for some reason Gilderoy Lockhart has decided to blame me and Ron for his incarceration and illness and is somehow using Rose to collect our hair, then Obliviating her in order to perpetrate some revenge against us?” Now that he said it out loud, it seemed wrong.
“It sounds plausible, but..” Severus began.
“It doesn’t explain the other dead Death Eater or Severus’ appearance,” Sherlock finished.
“Right,” Harry agreed with them. There was something they were missing. He was sure Lockhart was involved but it wasn’t just about revenge, although there may be an element of it there.
“I’d like to spend some more time looking at the other photos. Can I use your phone?” Severus requested.
Harry was about to hand it to him, when Sherlock stopped him. “Harry, you should hold on to this. You are the one in danger.”
“Yes, you’re right. I just can’t seem to get used to carrying it. We can load the files into my computer, right?” Harry fluttered his eyelashes teasingly at Sherlock and asked, “Or rather you could?”
“You have an actual computer?” Sherlock asked. “How did I miss that?”
“It’s in my study. It’s a very basic model but since we have them at work, I got one to check email when I work from home. I think it will play the videos. I’ve never tried it before.”
They all walked to the small study near the foyer. The Floo in the room was too small for travelling, but Harry used it for calls from work. There was a sturdy wooden desk on one side of the room and a couple of reading chairs on the other. The wall was covered in a busy fleur-de-lis pattern in dark green which hid the old Black Family Tree that was behind it. Harry sat down and fired up the computer.
Sherlock laughed when he saw it. “Harry, I’m not even sure this qualifies as a computer. It’s more like an interactive shoebox!”
“Shut it. I’m hardly ever here and when I am, I don’t use it much. It is just for emails.”
Sherlock waved the iPhone in his face. Harry made a face. “Yeah, yeah I get it. This stuff is just not my thing.”

Severus looked impassively at the computer. “I have no idea how to use this contraption.”
“It’s simple.” Harry opened his email and downloaded the files that Sherlock sent. He showed Severus the basics.
“Can you access – what was it – the Wizarding Web thing?” Severus asked.
"Yes, you can.” He stood up and let Severus sit in the chair. He reached around Severus’ tall body to show him how to use the mouse to click on the web icon. The MaGoogley browser opened up. He showed the man how to do a simple search.
“This is…” Severus started.
“Brilliant, I know,” Sherlock interrupted. “Of course, imagine if this was actually current technology.”
Severus looked up at Sherlock dismissively. “I was going to say, ‘This is a lazy way of doing things.’ Really, if all anyone has to do is look up a fact on here, why bother going to school at all?” Severus sniped.
Harry laughed. “You and I are very old school, Severus. I can see that. But I suppose it does come in handy once in a while,” he added in a conciliatory tone to Sherlock. “Anyway, I want to go to the office and review my mail. Maybe Justin overlooked something. Will you be ok here for a couple of hours?”
“Yes. I’m sure I can manage to not get myself killed while you are gone,” Severus answered.
“I’ll be right back.” Harry said.
“Why? Is this a trial run to be sure I don’t burn down your house?” Severus quipped.
Harry laughed and then pointed at the ceiling to remind Severus about his earlier attempts at magic. Severus huffed but didn’t say anything. Harry explained, “I need to go get my wand. I left it in the other room.” He swore he could feel Sherlock and Severus watching him exit. He hurried to get it. After the uncomfortable silence he had walked into earlier, he thought he shouldn’t leave them alone for long.
“What are you going to do while he’s gone?” Harry heard Severus ask Sherlock as he came back down the hallway. He paused by the door to listen.
“I’m going with him. I need to watch his back,” Sherlock said.
“Yes. I’ve seen you watch his ‘back’,” Snape replied with a sarcastic lilt.
“What do you mean by that?” Sherlock asked. Harry heard an odd tone in his voice.
“That was a euphemism,” Severus said in a snide tone as if Sherlock was too stupid to understand the word. “I said ‘watch his back’ meaning I’ve seen you stare at his bum,” Severus clarified.
“Is that jealousy?” Sherlock asked, sounding amused. “Could it be that you’re interested in Harry?’
Severus grunted, but didn’t answer.
Harry felt ridiculously pleased by the entire exchange and the fact that Snape didn’t deny his interest. If Severus hadn’t been a little jealous, Harry was sure his answer would have been “Why would I be interested in that useless cretin?” Harry was trying not to grin madly as he walked back in the room.

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“Nothing. There’s nothing here,” Harry said as he flipped through the fan mail Justin had filed away. Even though Harry didn’t read the majority of it, Justin still kept it all, neatly sorted and stored. He was a very organized man. Harry turned to flipping through the images on the iPhone to see if anything matched his recent mail. After a while, he slammed it on his desk in frustration and rubbed his eyes.
“I wouldn’t say there’s nothing here. You seem to have some very ardent fans,” Sherlock held up a lacey brassiere that some Witch had sent in suggesting she could be the one to make Harry like women instead of men. There was also an elaborate wedding proposal enclosed that burst forth into flowers, sparkles and a cheesy love song by Celestina Warbeck. Sherlock smiled at Harry who rolled his eyes and grabbed the bra from him along with a handful of confetti.
“Very funny,” Harry said. “I get those fairly regularly – from both women and men, but they’re generally harmless.”
“So no over-enthusiastic fans stalking you?” Sherlock asked.
“Not in the last few years,” Harry said.
“So you have had some in the past?”
“There have been a few over the years but nothing serious.”
Sherlock thought for awhile and then asked, “Do you have access to the guest list for tonight?”
Harry shook his head but said he could get it and left the room for a few minutes to get a copy from Justin.

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“The Department of Muggle Relations?” Sherlock asked, looking at the list.
“It’s the department that is used to hide magical accidents from the Muggle World. That’s actually the department that pays for your consulting fee,” Harry explained.
“And this Farily Squaggles? She’s listed as an outside guest of the Department.”
Harry thought for a moment. He had forgotten she was attending. “She’s an Ambassador for Muggle-Wizard Relations from America. It used to be that only the Minister of Magic had contact with the Prime Minister and other foreign leaders but recently she’s been pushing for us to “come out of the broom closet” so to speak.”
“How has that suggestion gone over?”
“The general public is not aware of it, but within the Ministry, it’s an open secret. As you can imagine, there have been mixed reactions. The idealist in me would love to break down the walls of secrecy between us but the pragmatist realizes that humans – Wizard or Muggle – don’t like people that are different than themselves. Particularly, if those people seem to have more power. I can’t imagine the Muggle World readily welcoming us.” Harry thought back to his own relatives’ reactions and realized just how bad the Muggle reception to the news could be.
“If I recall, your Death Eaters did not care for Muggles, correct?”
“No. That would be an understatement. If I’m following your thought process, they would not welcome telling the Muggles that we exist.” Harry sat back in his seat. “You think this is political?”
“Certainly if someone wanted to assassinate the Ambassador, Polyjuicing into one of two high-ranking heroes that work in the Auror's office might get them access to her.”
“We should tell Kingsley. He’ll need to add additional security for her. Remember, someone impersonated him as well.”
“True. Are there any other sensitive guests on this list?”
Seeing Lucius Malfoy’s name on the list made his lip curl in disgust, “Other than the usual ones, no one new.” He was sure Lucius would ask for a dance. He did so every year just to make Harry uncomfortable. Draco always teased him about it the next day. He glanced at the list again. While there were a number of people listed that were involved in controversial issues, Ambassador Squaggles seemed the most likely target. Her agenda was the most radical of them all.
Looking at his watch, he realized it was getting late. He left Sherlock in his office while he tracked Kingsley down to tell him what they hadn’t found and to ask him to finalize arrangements for Sherlock’s attendance at the Ball before he headed back, alone, to Grimmauld Place. Harry needed to eat, dress and talk to Severus.

* * * * *

Dinner was quiet. Harry’s stomach was upset. Severus didn’t say much, but he did massage Harry’s shoulders which helped. He kept getting the feeling that Severus was avoiding something.
“Is something wrong?” Harry finally asked.
“No, of course not,” Severus said, but it was plain he was lying.
“Did you learn anything today,” Harry pushed as he looked up at him. Severus blushed and looked away.
“You did. What was it?” Harry was curious as to what could make Severus Snape blush. At Severus’ continued silence, he added, “I won’t be upset.”
Severus sat down. “Did you know there are places on that contraption that have stories and images about you? And I don’t mean that rubbish on The Daily Prophet EW-News.”
Harry laughed. He thought he knew where this was going. “Yes. I’ve told you I have fans.”
“They write very explicit things about you.”
“I know. That’s why I don’t use the Wizarding Web much. I accidentally came across a Wizarding portrait of Draco and I doing perverted things with our brooms. I've never been able to look at broom polish the same way again.”
“That’s horrible!” Snape exclaimed.
Harry laughed recalling his own reaction when he first came across those sites. He’d gotten over it a long time ago. “It’s just their imagination, Severus. Haven’t you ever fantasized about anyone? That’s all it is. It’s just a fantasy. None of it is real.”
“There are stories about you and me, as well,” Severus added as if gauging Harry’s easy acceptance.
“Really? I did not know that.” Harry smirked. “I bet they’re hot, though,” he teased.
Severus almost spluttered. “There seems to be a major misunderstanding of what detentions were about.”
“They probably wrote about you spanking and whipping my bare bum, right?”
Severus didn’t say anything but turned a brighter shade of red.
“Oh my god – that’s true, isn’t it?!” Harry exclaimed. Severus nodded.
“I guess it’s just as well detentions weren’t served that way. I’d have probably been begging for more. Honestly, anything would have been better than dealing with bubotuber pus,” Harry said before he took another mouthful.
Seeing Severus’ open mouth of shock, he followed with, “I’m kidding…a little.” Harry found it fun to tease the older man. He corrected his own thinking. Technically, they were the same age now. That was a hard concept to wrap his mind around. He thought he should go read some of those stories.
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