Turn Back Time (Potterlock)

In the Path of Freedom

John walked back to the Ravenclaw Tower with us, and I invited him in, but he had quiditch practice.

I sat on one of the sofas by the fire, and Sherlock collapsed on top of me. I pushed him off, laughing.

"Sorry, didn't see you there." he laughed. But the smile was wiped off his face in an instant.

"Ah, Sherlock." came Mycroft's voice.

"Evening, Mycroft." I said. Sherlock stayed quiet. I saw the young man behind Mycroft. "Hello, Grah.. Gar.. Greg."

And Mycroft kind of smiled. "Evening, Henrietta."

I narrowed my eyes, calculating.

"Hi." Greg said, bounding over and shaking my hand. "Are you Mike's sister?"

I snorted. "I wouldn't be his sister for a thousand pounds."

"Mike?" Sherlock snorted. "Mike?"

Greg reached his hand out to Sherlock, but Sherlock ignored him, and said to Mycroft "Mycroft, do try to teach people your name."

Sherlock sat on the sofa next to me.
Mycroft and Greg walked over to a table, and took out some homework.

"Hey, Mycroft!" I said suddenly "Just don't snog his face off, ok?" I laughed.

Mycroft looked uncomfortable, but retaliated in the worst possible way. "At least I can see his face."

Sherlock stood up and made his way towards the door.

"Sherlock! It's after curfew! You come back here right now!" Mycroft spluttered.

"Watch me." Sherlock said.

"And if it's curfew, then why is Greg still here?" I smirked.
Sherlock and I left. We went up to a deserted classroom on the seventh floor.
There were a few desks piled again a wall, and the solitary window at the end let in a stream of moonlight.

To my surprise Sherlock summoned his violin, and started to play. Luckily we had put a sound block around the room in third year.

Suddenly I heard footsteps running in the corridor. I told Sherlock to be quiet despite the block, and we listened.

The person outside had obviously stopped, and Sherlock and I stood silently.

I could hear crying. With a jolt I recognised the voice. But I couldn't work out who it was, until
"John.." Sherlock muttered.

I glanced at him in surprise.
Sherlock poked me. "Go get him in here. Else he'll be caught."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me, and slowly eased open the door.

"John?" I whispered.

"Who is it?" came his voice.

"Henrietta, Sherlock's cousin."

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"Sherlock ran away from Mycroft." I said plainly.

"Why?"

"Mycroft was... teasing him. Anyway, come in here before you get caught."
John did, and just in time.

"Well, he was here somewhere, my sweet.." we could hear Filtch's voice.

John heaved a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

"No problem." Sherlock said, completely emotionless.

"What's up?" I asked John.

"Moriarty." came the reply.
Moriarty was the school bully, worse than Malfoy in third year.

"Ah." I said, as Sherlock shuddered.

"Can we have some light in here?" John asked suddenly.

"Sure." I said "It's just that I'm used to the dark, and Sherlock..."

"It doesn't matter to me if all the lights are on, or if there's no light." Sherlock said stiffly.

"I know." John muttered, "Lumos."
His wand lit up, and we stood there.

Sighing, Sherlock picked up his violin, and put it in the case by his feet.

"You play?" John asked, surprised.

"Yep. It helps me think. Do you..?" Sherlock didn't finish his sentence, but John understood.

"I learned to play the clarinet at school." he said. "Don't laugh."

"Why would we?" I asked.

We sat down, and Sherlock lent towards me. "I meant to ask, what does he look like?"

But John heard him, and seemed to know what to do. He took Sherlock's hands, ignoring the fact that Sherlock winced at the contact, and brought them up to his face, letting Sherlock feel for himself.

"Ouch, that's my eye!" John said.

"Sorry." Sherlock said, but he was smiling slightly.

"Guys, hate to break your bonding session, but I think that we'd better stay the night in here, due to the fact that Filtch is prowling the seventh floor, standing between us and freedom."

"Oh. Ok." John said.

Sherlock summoned some blankets.