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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 7 – A Rose by Any Other Name
Harry was taken aback. There was a video of Rose at the very location where Snape was found.
“When was this posted?”
“This afternoon.”
“Impossible. She was shopping with Ron all day.”
Snape held his hand out for the phone and Harry handed it to him. He looked at it somewhat confused until it dawned on Harry that Snape wouldn’t know how to use it. Harry leaned across him, pressed the rewind button on the screen and restarted the video.
“Who is this?” Severus asked.
Sherlock pointed to the grandfather clock where Rose’s face pointed to ‘home.’ Harry breathed a sigh of relief at that.
“One of his Weasley family members. As I recall, Rose is Harry’s niece,” Sherlock explained to Severus.
“So one of two things are possible,” Severus began. “Either this is yet another person using Polyjuice…”
Sherlock nodded and waited for Severus to continue...
“Or she was not with…” Severus hesitated.
“…Ron all day,” Harry finished when he realized Severus didn’t remember Ron’s name.
“Perhaps you should contact him?” Severus suggested.
Harry took a deep breath and looked at the real clock. It was near midnight. He looked at the Weasley clock again. It indicated they were all home.
“It’s late. They’re safe for now. The wards at Weasley Grange are formidable. I’ll visit them in the morning after I’m done with Kingsley. It might not even be related at all.”
Both Sherlock and Snape stared at him.
“But…most likely she, at least, saw or heard something while she was there.” Harry sat gazing at the smartphone in Sherlock’s hands.
“Can I borrow that?” Seeing the look of panic on his face, Harry explained,
“So I can show Ron and Hermione tomorrow?” Sherlock’s face didn’t waver. Of course not. Sherlock never could bear to be separated from his toys.
“Nevermind,” Harry said.
“I’ll have one dropped off for you tomorrow. I’ll load the files in,” Sherlock offered instead.
“You’re going to buy me a phone by tomorrow morning?” Harry asked in disbelief.
“I never said I’d buy it for you. I’m going to borrow one.” Sherlock spun and swiftly left without saying goodnight.
Harry snorted quietly and shook his head. ‘And how will John feel about that?’ he thought, knowing exactly who Sherlock planned to borrow it from.
“Polite fellow, isn’t he?” Snape observed.
Suddenly, Harry lost it. Everything came out in a hysterical bout of laughter. He couldn’t stop it. Tears were streaming down his face and he held his stomach. Severus just watched him and never even changed expression which just made Harry laugh harder.
After a few minutes, Harry finally got himself under control.
“Sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me,” Harry wiped his eyes dry.
“You should get some rest, Harry. I think tomorrow will be a long day.”
“Right. You can stay in Hugo’s room if you’d like,” Harry winced thinking that he’d have to figure out something more long term for Severus or cancel Saturday’s movie night. At least that room was clean. Harry always made sure to clean everything right after the kids left since he often didn’t know if he’d be back home before the next movie night.
“Hugo?” Severus looked up at the clock and then nodded. “Another Weasley. Rather large family, aren’t they?”
Looking up at their all of their faces, sans Fred, and their children, Harry answered, “That’s an understatement.”
He stood up and held his hand out to Severus without thinking. It wasn’t until Severus actually took it, that he realized how odd it was. Severus’ hand was cool to the touch and softer than he'd imagined it would be after his years of brewing. Compared to his own calloused hands, they seemed rather delicate.
He led the way to what he now identified as Hugo’s room which was the second room on the left, just before Harry’s. Teddy stayed there as well but Hugo was the more frequent guest. It was a typical boy’s room done in browns and blues. It was nothing extravagant. Hugo and Teddy had put up a few posters of their favorite bands and sports teams. Harry had used most of Sirius’ old furniture in the room but had had it refinished so that it all matched. He'd also put in a new twin bed with a trundle.
Harry waved his wand and expanded the bed so it was longer and wider. “You’re taller than Hugo so I thought this might make it more comfortable,” Harry explained.
“It won’t shrink up on me overnight, will it?” Severus asked, eyeing the bed dubiously.
Harry chuckled. ‘No, the charm lasts twenty-four hours. Remind me tomorrow night to do it again.”
“Or, perhaps you could show me how to do it?” Severus asked.
Suddenly a thought occurred to Harry. “Did you find a wand in your robes?”
“I found nothing of the sort,” Severus answered.
“Right. I’ll see if I can get one for you tomorrow so you can start practicing.” He paused for a moment and then asked, “Has anything come back to you?” Harry leaned up against the doorjamb and waited for Severus to answer.
“I don’t wish to bore you with the details but I believe some of my knowledge is coming back. I keep thinking about the properties of powdered asphodel and wormwood.”
“That sounds so familiar.” Harry struggled with the terms. He knew that combination. Or at least he knew that he had known it at one time. He just couldn't remember why he should know it. It was so close he could almost taste it but it eluded him. Gah – he was so tired he couldn’t think straight. Maybe after a good night’s rest, he’d remember it.
“I haven’t, however, remembered anything personal,” Severus finished.
“Okay. I think you will, eventually,” Harry reassured him. “Well then, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Harry.”
Harry walked back to his room but realized Severus had watched him until he shut the door. For the first time in many years, he locked it. Not that he didn’t trust Snape, but his Auror senses were tingling.
Or, something was tingling. He wasn’t sure what.

* * * * *

That night he dreamt of Sherlock.
Their first time…how cautious Sherlock was…how carefully he prepared Harry as if studying Harry’s every reaction and dissecting it…Pulling Sherlock from the Thames during their first mission, holding him close to keep him warm…a dinner spent arguing over investigation tactics….Seeing Sherlock take Harry’s prick into his own mouth the first time and analyzing the taste. ..YOU HAD GARLIC TODAY...Watching the clock on another missed date… Saying I love you and getting no response…Kingsley screaming at the two of them for focusing on each other and not on their cases… Seeing Sherlock’s face as he raced into the burning building…Why was he there?…Vincent Crabbe slicing Harry’s arms and legs as he laughed…three children hanging by their feet from the ceiling…the knife getting closer to his groin…Harry struggling to reach the wand in Crabbe’s back pocket…a loud explosion rocking the building…the surprise he felt when he saw Sherlock cut him down and attempt to carry him out…THE KIDS – GET THE KIDS! ..Harry struggling against Sherlock to run back in to save the hostages…Sherlock trying to hold him back…running into searing flames that were just starting to lick the long hair of the oldest girl…cutting them down with Crabbe’s wand and slapping the Portkey on them…being pulled away by an enraged Crabbe and scuffling on the floor…the gunshot that rang out as Sherlock killed the man….Feeling Sherlock push into him for the last time, so intense, so needy…how his heart broke knowing he would have to end it…Desperate kisses, tongues fighting for dominance...Mine…Mine…Mine!!
Sherlock’s face hovering over his own, panting heavily, staring intently…morphing into Severus’ pale countenance– back and forth – every thrust in became Severus, every pull out became Sherlock…deep penetrating eyes, alternating black and blue-grey, seared into Harry’s soul and long fingers grasping his own prick – pulling, twisting…COME FOR ME….YOU’RE MINE….MINE…LOOK AT ME!
“GAH!” Harry woke up in a sweat. <i>‘Fuck.</i>’ He flopped backwards onto the pillow and caught his breath. He looked at the clock. It was 2:23. He got up to get a drink of water from the bathroom. His bloodshot eyes told him he needed more sleep. He hoped he'd be able to manage it. The dreams had left him feeling shaky. He wondered if he had woken Severus.
Severus. Harry wondered why he'd appeared in his dreams like that. He decided it had been too much for one day, that was all. He splashed a handful of cool water on his face. He hoped it would also cool his prick off since he'd woken up half hard from that last round of images. ‘As bad as a teenage wet dream.’
He went back to bed, but this time put his headphones on and listened to some light classical music. With the amount of insomnia Harry had experienced, he’d learned that music sometimes helped him sleep.
He lay there and thought back to that last case. It had been early 2009. Kingsley had already stopped assigning Harry to work on the cases with Sherlock. He was a special Muggle envoy assigned to cases at Kingsley’s discretion whenever there was a Muggle/Wizard connection that stumped the Auror’s office. Sherlock could see the magical world with no special assistance. Muggle repelling charms didn’t work on him. It was how he discovered the Wizarding World in the first place. He’d stumbled on a crime scene that Harry was investigating. The victim was a Muggle but the crime bore the markings of being committed by a Death Eater. Renegade Death Eaters were Harry’s specialty and the department was sure this crime was committed by one of them. It was their first joint case.
Kingsley came to realize there were times a Muggle liaison might be useful. Many crimes interconnected the Muggle and the magical worlds and that’s when he would bring Sherlock in. Until Sherlock and Harry became involved. Their relationship compromised their cases and Harry knew it even if Sherlock denied it. Sherlock could never see when his heart overruled his mind because he never acknowledged he had one.
Kingsley couldn’t afford not to use Sherlock, so he reassigned Harry to work strictly magical crimes. Sherlock continued to involve himself in Harry’s cases at home. Harry had never even noticed how much he'd started to doubt his own abilities because he'd always had Sherlock to correct him if he headed down the wrong path. He hadn’t really noticed how much their relationship interfered with his work. That was, until the last case, when Sherlock got overly involved in a sensitive sting operation. Sherlock didn’t trust Harry to be able to deal with it on his own and he followed him. Harry had had a plan. It almost worked except Sherlock gave him away and got Harry captured by Vincent Crabbe. The sadistic man not only dabbled in illegal goods but enjoyed playing with Muggle knives on children, and then, on Harry. Sherlock insisted on attempting a rescue that ended up almost killing the kids. He managed to kill Vincent as well, but the resulting fire destroyed the warehouse and any clues that would have led back to the suppliers.
Harry knew then that Sherlock wasn’t good for him. Sherlock treated him like a prized possession but didn’t respect him as a fellow investigator. So Harry left and Kingsley began assigning him to overseas missions. It was the best thing that could have happened to his career, even if it wrecked his personal life.
Did he still want Sherlock? No. Seeing him again brought back memories and a certain longing, but he knew Sherlock would not have changed enough to be what Harry wanted. He wanted an intelligent partner, that much was certain. As he had said to Hermione earlier, he always found intelligence rather sexy. But he wanted an equal. He wanted someone that could actually show he cared for him. He didn’t need wine and roses, but he needed to know his partner respected him.
He snorted to himself – yeah that was as unlikely as Snape telling him he was a great potions student.
He closed his eyes and drifted off.
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