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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

Chapter List
- 14
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- 16
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 14 – Captive
They reappeared in another version of the shop Harry had seen in the video. It was a seedy little place with shelves full of dark artifacts, bottles, powders and other grotesque shapes.
“Where are we?” Harry tried to look out of the window, but they were charmed to be impenetrable. “Is this the store where they found Toffington’s body,” he asked.
“Indeed it is,” Tidus answered. “Of course, it’s not where your people left it last.” Harry knew that since the shop had already vanished from its original location.
He saw a group of bottles with names like: the Philtre of Prince, Essence of Evan, Wilkens Concentrate, Spirit of Prewitt (male), and Royal Elixir. A niggling familiarity tickled Harry’s mind. These sounded so familiar.
“What are these?” Harry asked as he tried to shake off the remnants of dizziness from the Portkey.
Tidus looked at where Harry was looking. “Inventory,” He answered. “Brakkesh, hold him still, would you?” The large man grabbed both of Harry’s arms behind his back and gripped him tightly.
Suddenly, from a short distance they heard a woman yelling, “Don’t touch me!” Harry knew her. “Rose?!” he yelled.
“Uncle Harry?!” She sounded as if she was crying.
“Bastards, what are you doing to her? Let her go!” Harry wondered how they captured her and hoped everyone else was safe.
Harry struggled to free himself, but the man holding him was vastly larger. Tidus walked over with a short blade in his hand. Harry pushed back on his legs and head butted backwards into the large man’s chest. He used the force from that to kick his legs up and into Tidus’ chest and the man went sprawling onto the floor. He tried to scramble out from the man’s arms but instead the man threw Harry down on the floor and kneeled on the back of his legs and lower back, trapping Harry on the floor.
Tidus got up rubbing his chest. Harry looked up just in time to see Tidus’ squatting down beside him. A large hand grabbed the back of his hair and yanked his head backwards so Harry’s upper body was arched sharply upwards. It hurt.
Tidus’ darkened scowl lowered next to Harry’s face. “Lucky for you, I’m not into violence, but you do something like that again, I’ll let Brakkesh use you for his punching bag and maybe that pretty little niece of yours.” He wiped spit off his mouth. “Behave and she’ll be home by daybreak.”
Harry noticed he did not promise the same about him. He glared at Tidus defiantly from the corner of his eye but didn’t move again. The knife came into view and swished past Harry’s face. He could tell it lopped some hair off because the force holding his head back suddenly gave way and his face surged forward into the ground. It almost felt as if he broke his nose. He tasted blood.
“This is just a pit stop, Harry. I just need to fill a few orders before we go to our final destination.” He stood up with a large handful of Harry’s hair.
“What do you need more for? My doppelganger is already at the Ball carrying out your orders,” Harry spit out.
“Indeed, but surely you don’t believe that’s the only use we have for someone of your stature. No, you’re quite a valuable commodity even if you weren’t currently an Auror. When Toffington died, he had one of the last bottles on him which I neglected to retrieve so I now need to refill.” Tidus carefully filled several empty vials. After Tidus sealed them, he put them on the shelf with the lone remaining bottle of Essence of Evan. The new vials were all labeled the same. “I’m the Essence of Evan?” Harry croaked out. It suddenly hit him what those other bottles were. Hair from other Witches and Wizards. He finally recognized Molly Weasley’s maiden name, Prewitt, as well as some of the others.
“You’re very popular, too, I might add. Ah, celebrity does have it perks. Time to move on, pretty boy.” Harry finally realized that Tidus’ voice was the same as the one on the recording. Tidus was Lockhart.
Within seconds, Harry was taken to yet another location.

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This time, it wasn’t a seedy store but a very non-descript room. There were no windows and a single door. The only furniture were several chairs and a table with bottles lined up on it just like the ones in the store.
“Now what?” Harry asked, afraid to learn the answer. The man pushed Potter onto one of the chairs.
“Now, we wait. I’ve delivered you. My part of this job is done. As I mentioned though, my boss has other uses for you,” Lockhart/Tidus said as he ran one finger along Harry’s jaw line. It creeped Harry out. “Incarcerous!” Lockhart yelled and Harry was fully tied to the seat he was on. Harry knew he would have to wait to see who the other player was before he acted.

* * * * *

About an hour later, the sound of Apparition could be heard outside the door. To Harry’s amazement, Severus Snape walked into the room with a large bag in his hands.
“Mr. Potter, I imagine you are surprised to see me,” Snape said in his usual surly tones. He slammed the door behind him. Harry had seen nothing but a dingy white hallway beyond the door.
“You have no idea,” Harry said. He squirmed a bit in his bonds.
“What took you so long?” Tidus/Lockhart asked.
Snape glared at him. “As you can imagine, I needed to be sure I had a very observable exit and that the Floo registered my departure prior to the beginning of the rest of the evening’s events.”
“Is that why you used a Portkey for me? So it looks as if I haven’t left?” Harry asked. He assumed that his double would commit the crime, and with no Floo log of his exit, Harry would not have an alibi if he was Obliviated.
Snape turned his gaze to Harry. “You do have a brain, after all.”
“What about him?”
“He doesn’t have a brain,” Snape said snidely. Lockhart glared at him but remained silent. Seemingly amused, Snape decided to answer Harry’s actual question. “Tidus never left. His double will be sure to stay very visible when the events take place.”
That made Harry wonder where the real Tidus was since Lockhart was evidently using Polyjuice for this disguise as well. He also wondered just how addicted the man was after using it for six months. Polyjuice addicts had unpredictable behavior. It would account for Lockhart’s uncharacteristic brutishness.
At the mention of his name, Lockhart stood up. “Did you bring them?”
Snape closed his eyes in impatience and responded as if Lockhart was a bowtruckle stuck on his shoes. He waved his wand and several bottles floated out of his bag. “Yes, here are the deaging potions.”
“And, you’re sure this will work?” Snape just raised an eyebrow. “Right, right of course you would know, Severus,” Tidus said with an unusual drawl on Snape’s name. “I’ll go prepare our friend.” He took both the deaging potions and bottles of Harry’s hair and walked out of the room.
“Why do you need deaging potions, Snape?” Harry asked, being sure to also over-enunciate the name. He found it hard to look at the man. He was dressed in his old fashioned teaching robes and his hair was back to solid black and long – just as he'd been when Harry first saw him lying on his bed.
“As if I would reveal my plans to you,” Snape said condescendingly. “You’d never remember them anyway. When we’re done, you’ll be Obliviated like the rest of them.” Snape turned around watching for Lockhart’s return. At least Harry thought that was what he was doing.
While Snape’s back was to him, Harry had managed to get his hand on his spare wand. He’d have stupefied the man, but tied up like this meant he wouldn’t have enough time to undo the knots before Lockhart returned. Quietly, he whispered “Revelio” and could see the long blond hair of Lucius Malfoy before him. He quickly undid the spell. Harry thought it clever that Lucius had tried to “warn” Harry ahead of time to provide an alibi for himself. It was probably also why he was Polyjuiced. Who better than a dead man to commit your crimes for you? Of course, that now told Harry that Lucius was involved in Snape’s resurrection in some fashion.
Lockhart returned and nodded to Lucius.
Lucius smiled. “Good. Go ahead and get the rest of his hair. I believe I shall go visit my new playmate. Join us when you’re ready. I think Harry might enjoy a front row seat.” Lucius left with a sinister smile on Snape’s face that made Harry shudder. From the hallway, he heard, “Harry, my boy, are you ready for a little fun?”
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