Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

Harry is a weird kid, not because he kicked out his biology teacher (who made 3 detailed errors in his introduction to human anatomy) or because his bedtime reading is a classic homicide from the 20th century (John eventually forced Sherlock to replace those books with fairy tales, but Harry felt that the success of this matter was due to the nursery rhyme murder that was rated as three nicotine tablets).His peculiarity is that he can do magic, and Harry is a wizard.

Those unusual abilities never fascinated Harry as a child.Although his relatives don't make things around them float up when they get angry, and they can't make the glass disappear.But Dad (Sherlock) and Uncle Mike can tell the history of everyone and everything they see, and Sherlock can make all kinds of explosions (after that John will sleep with Harry); Dad ( John) hugs and smiles always bring him a warm and reassuring feeling.But he eventually finds himself different from them all, Harry is not Sherlock and John's son, Harry is a freak.

"Am I a freak?" Harry whispered to John.He had just gotten into a fight with another kid at school, as he called him.John stood in the teacher's office, frowning as the teacher accused his son of violence, and then pulled Harry straight out of the school after hearing Harry's question.

They sat down on a bench in a nearby park. John stroked Harry's hair and asked softly, "Why do you ask that? People at school have talked about you?"

Harry nodded, and replied in a low voice: "They say I'm different from them, I have strange abilities, I'm a freak"

"Then why do you think so yourself?"

The boy nodded dejectedly.

John sighed, did not comment on those words, and continued to ask, "Then do you think Sherlock is a magical person?"

"Of course." The boy emphasized vigorously, "Father is the most amazing person I have ever met!"

John smiled, and he took Harry with him to Scotland Yard, where Sherlock had a case today.

Harry had been here before, and Lestrade would help watch him when Sherlock and John were stuck.They all made sure he wouldn't see the real gore, but this time John took him straight to the crime scene.

"...Dad?" Harry looked at the parent in puzzlement.Sherlock was walking through the crime scene, snapping out inferences that gave light to the case, but he didn't seem so...welcoming.

"Those detectives, eh, I'm not talking about you, Uncle Greg, but many people, they use Sherlock's ability, but they don't respect him." John licked his lips, thinking about how he could express himself clear "they called him 'freak'"

Harry's eyes widened.

"Yes, Harry." John bent down to look at his boy. "I'm sorry this happened, Harry. But we must not be ashamed of our talent, we should cherish it, hold on to it, and Use it wisely. The ones who should really be ashamed are those who envy deny our talents."

"So you don't hate me either?"

"Of course not, you are our forever dear child." John looked behind him, Sherlock had solved the case and was walking toward them.

At this moment, the boy finally couldn't help expressing his deepest fears and doubts: "But, why is my surname Potter? My surname is neither Holmes nor Watson? That child, the one who fought with me Said that one day you will not want me."

"We won't, Harry. Thinking about the time and energy we spent on you, you should understand that this is impossible. John even threw away my test product for you." Sherlock walked over and replied, He conveniently put his own scarf around the neck of the boy whose face was a little red from the cold, and complained, "Scotland Yard is getting more and more idiots!"

"Sherlock!" John stopped him, with a little more smile than sincerity in his voice.

"Again, I'm not mistaken, they ignored at least two dozen pieces of evidence." Sherlock replied, looking at Harry again. "About your name, it's a memorial."

"A remembrance? Aunt Harley (Harriet)?" (1) Aunt likes him because they have the same name, but Harry doesn't see what's memorable about it.

"Lily Potter and James Potter," said John softly, "Sherlock and I are delighted to have you as our sons, but we also hope you will always remember them as your real parents."

Harry Potter, adopted son of Sherlock and John, also son of Lily Potter and James Potter, defeated "You-Know-Who" savior of the wizarding world.

Harry burst into tears holding the blanket that had once wrapped him and the letter inside.He loves Sherlock and John, and he loves his parents who fought to protect him.

"I'm sorry." Harry felt extremely greedy.

"You don't need to," his fathers told him. "Of course you should love them. We just don't want you to be brought up with so much burden." (John is the one who interviews Harry, and Sherlock is in Handing Harry a photo album of his parents with a stern face the next day, he kind of regrets not having a long and short time with his brother in politics (2))

Sherlock and John believed that the black shadow in the wizarding world was far from being dissipated, expressed concern about the blind optimism of most wizards (they got a lot of information through Mycroft), and even believed that the responsibility of saving the world should be placed on a child is totally unrealistic.They tried their best to protect Harry, and Harry gradually learned to restrain his abilities outside. He also learned some fighting skills and simple first aid knowledge from his fathers, and he would no longer be "strange" about himself. worried.

"Oh, Harry, are you here?" Lestrade looked at the boy in front of him with a headache. Of course he was happy to take care of his dear nephew, but he didn't need the excellent brains of the Holmes family to know that he saw Harry at this time. mean something.

"Yes. My father said to come straight after school. Scotland Yard is closer."

really.Lestrade groaned, "My God!"

A quarter of an hour later, Sherlock rushed into the office like a whirlwind, John followed him as firmly as ever.

"Who is the forensic examiner at the scene? Anderson?" Sherlock waved the newspaper, "Look at this person's face and clothes! How could a person who painted himself with exquisite makeup commit suicide in pajamas! Re-autopsy and check carefully Her wardrobe!"

Then he took John Harry out like a gust of wind, and they agreed to go to a Chinese restaurant to enjoy dinner.Lestrade was left looking at the piles of documents on the desk and roaring: "Where is Anderson? Let him re-autopsy yesterday's suicide case! Donovan, go and submit the documents for the re-investigation of the case!"

Harry was an odd kid, but it didn't bother him.You know, strangeness has always been the tradition of the Sherlock Holmes family.