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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 2 – You Again?

Harry whipped his wand around, dropping his robe on the floor. Before he could yell, “Stupefy,” he registered the lean and lanky form sitting on his sofa.
“Sherlock?” he managed to squeak out.
“In the flesh,” Sherlock answered. “I’ve been waiting for hours.”
Harry crossed his arms. That same smug tone was still there. “And how exactly was I supposed to know I needed to come running home? It’s not like you’ve contacted me in years.”
“I thought this little shiny trinket you gave me might ping you. That somehow you would know when I used it.” Sherlock was holding the Portkey he had used in his hands.
Harry walked over to look at the coin. “It’s not on the chain anymore,” he observed.
Sherlock shook his head. “Chain broke. Never got around to replacing it.”
“Well, I don’t wear mine either, which is why it didn’t ‘ping’ me, whatever that means. I didn’t even know you still had it.” Harry had given it him to use in the event of an emergency during one of their cases.
“Why don’t you wear yours?” Sherlock asked. He stretched out on the sofa looking entirely too comfortable.
“Uh, because we don’t see each other anymore. You’re not exactly who I would turn to in an emergency these days,” Harry spat, more bitterly than he intended. “I took it off a long time ago. It’s up in the bedroom.”
Suddenly Sherlock leapt up. “The bedroom! Yes! That’s where I need you!”
“What?” Harry started to say, but before he finished it, Sherlock grabbed his hand and began pulling him up the stairs to Harry’s bedroom. “Wait…I’m not…I don’t,” Harry was yelling the entire way up the stairs.
“The bed. Got to get you to the bed!” Sherlock insisted.
Harry pulled back hard and almost skidded to a stop right in front of the bedroom door. “Sherlock, I am not just going to jump into bed with you.”
“What? I didn’t ask you to.” The man turned and looked at him in confusion. He seemed genuinely perplexed. “I need you to see this.” He pushed the door wide open.
Harry’s shocked gaze widened even further as he shifted his sight from a man he hadn’t seen in almost ten years to a man he hadn’t seen in twenty. Severus Snape, Potions Master Extraordinaire, lay on his bed.

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“What the…?” Harry gasped. “Where, what, how?” He didn’t even know where to start. He knew he was just babbling.
He made his way to the bed to confirm what his brain was telling him couldn’t be true. Severus Snape, his former professor, a man that had been dead for twenty years, was lying on his bed. He couldn’t tell if the man was alive or if Sherlock had brought his corpse to Harry for some reason. Snape wasn’t breathing but he seemed to have colour. He was cautiously reaching out to touch him when Sherlock interrupted him.
“He’s alive. I’m sure it’s some kind of spell keeping him like that.”
Harry hesitated and looked up at Sherlock. “He doesn’t look alive,” Harry said. Sherlock joined him at the bedside and held out his <i>iPhone</i>. Harry looked down at the screen to see the figure of Snape’s body on the screen. It wasn’t a photograph, though. It was a general outline of Snape’s form done in reds, yellows, oranges with some blues and greens at the extremities.
“Thermal sensing,” Sherlock answered before Harry asked. “Shows the temperature of the human body. The red areas indicate at least 98.7 and above, clearly showing that the man is alive.”
Harry reached out to touch the device, but Sherlock pulled it away quickly.
“Absolutely not,” Sherlock blurted out. “I don’t need your magic making my equipment all wonky. I just got this one.” Harry smiled as he remembered all the times he had accidentally erased or ruined Sherlock’s investigative equipment.
“I don’t leak magic anymore, Sherlock. I’ve learned to contain it in the last few years. All Wizards have. We even have tellies now.” Sherlock gazed at him intently as if trying to decide whether he was being truthful or not. If Harry didn’t know that Sherlock wasn’t actually a Wizard, he would expect he was attempting Legilimency. Of course, Sherlock’s powers of observation were so keen, he had never needed magic to read Harry’s mind. Just because he read it, though, didn’t mean he ever paid attention to it. Looking back at Snape on the bed, Harry was suddenly struck by their intellectual similarity.
Sherlock handed over his iPhone and Harry observed that Snape’s body was indeed at near normal temperatures. He handed it back. He pulled his wand out to determine what magic might have been used on him. Before he began his diagnostics though, he turned back to Sherlock.
“Where did you find him?”
“In a shop off of Hyde Park. There was another man as well, but he was deceased. His throat had been slashed, though I don’t think that’s what killed him.” Sherlock pointed to Severus’ arm. “You’ll note the tattoo on his left arm. He’s a Death Eater, right? That’s why I brought him here. I didn’t think your people would have wanted him found by regular people.”
“Right. Did the other man also have a tattoo?” Harry asked.
“I think he might have but it didn’t look the same. It looked burnt. I only caught a glimpse before I had to leave. The locals were arriving.” Sherlock paused a moment. “I believe the intent was that it was supposed to look as though this man killed the other man, but that’s a false trail. There was a third person that is the real culprit.”
“Hmmnn…” Harry was deep in thought as he looked at Snape. The man hadn’t aged at all. He looked exactly the same as when he had left him in the Shrieking Shack except for the lack of blood and a large snake bite that should have been there. Instead, there was a very ragged scar along his neck. His eyes were still wide open. It creeped Harry out to see him like this.
He felt Sherlock’s tall body press in behind him. The man was leaning over his shoulder. “Should you call your people or take him to that hospital of yours? I didn’t know how to contact anyone but you.”
The voice talking softly into his ear sent a familiar shiver down Harry’s spine. He shook it off. What was past was past.
“No…no I think we’d best leave him here for now.” Harry could only imagine how happy the Ministry would be to find a resurrected Severus Snape at a murder scene.
“Let me see if I can reverse what’s happened.”
He knew Sherlock walked away when the heat from his back dissipated. Harry returned to concentrate on Snape as his former lover took a seat in the corner of the room.
“Never found anyone else, then?” Sherlock commented coolly.
Harry looked up to see Sherlock examining the room. “How did…nevermind. Let me work a moment before we go traipsing down Memory Lane,” he replied, slightly irritated.
He, once again, returned his focus to Snape. He summoned all the first aid diagnostics first to ensure that once he woke Snape up, the man wouldn’t immediately die on him. The spells showed that nothing serious was wrong. Snape basically had a Petrificus Totalus cast on him. It was a simple enough spell to reverse.
“Finite Incantatum,” he whispered. He watched as Snape blinked a few times. Harry leaned forward to peer at Snape’s face. The man looked him in the eyes and suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward within an inch of his own face.
“Harry!” Harry felt spittle hit his face but then began to feel dizzy as a myriad of images surged through his mind. Snape pushed his way through Harry’s mental barriers. It had been years since anyone had caught him off guard. Then again, Snape was one of the strongest Legilimens there had ever been.
Snape lying on the floor in a pool of blood in the Shrieking Shack…..Harry looking up from the floor at Snape in the Potions classroom…Harry watching as a green light flew at him from Voldemort…Harry staring up into Lucius Malfoy’s face in second year…Harry himself easing onto Sherlock’s prick and watching the man’s face finally lose some composure…Harry struggling with a scarred and violent Vincent Crabbe…Harry running through a fire with three children in tow…Harry laughing with Ron and Hermione at last month’s Harpies home match….Harry sitting in detention with Gilderoy Lockhart…Kissing Cho Chang in the Room of Requirement…A drunken brawl with MacClaggen during Auror training…Facing the Wizengamot in 5th year…Dementors sucking his soul out…Sherlock swallowing his cock…
Harry struggled to put his defenses back up and pull away. It was taking longer than it should.
Harry flying a broom for the first time…Serpensortia!...Harry watching Cedric Diggory die…Harry watching Sirius Black go through the Veil…Harry running into Snape in the dark corridors in his third year…Pettigrew begging to be spared…Harry rocking baby Rose to sleep…I must not tell lies…Meeting Slughorn…Fighting vampires in Turkey…Forcing Dumbledore to drink…Harry walking away from Sherlock for the very last time…
A large hand clamped over his shoulder from behind and pulled him backwards, away from Snape. Wide-eyed at the broken connection, Snape and Harry both screamed. Snape fell backwards onto the bed, unconscious. Harry collapsed into Sherlock’s arms. He could feel those long arms around him attempting to hold him up, but Harry swiftly blacked out.
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