Turn Back Time (Potterlock)

Break out from Society

We walked up to Sherlock's bedroom, where my cousin promptly used the wooden rail that ran around the room to get to his bed. He collapsed onto it, and then started laughing.

"Sorry. Shouldn't giggle." he muttered.

"No, no. Laughing is fine. What caused it?" I asked.

"Mycroft's face when he realises that I charmed a woopie cushion to follow him round, so that he'll always end up sitting on it, and I charmed it so it will blow itself up itself."

I snorted. "I kind of want to be at school now, just so I can see that."

"Neither of you like Mycroft, do you?" John asked.

"You're just getting that?" I asked.

"He isn't unlike a piece of unwanted luggage. Useful in some, rare, cases, but otherwise detestable." Sherlock said, getting into his thinking position.

"No, Sherlock, now is not a good time for you to go into your mind palace, you have a guest." I said, nudging him.

"Guest. Right. Come on then." Sherlock said, swinging himself lightly off the bed. "I'll show you your room, John."

John looked confused, but Sherlock walked briskly out of his room. He was more confident at home than at Hogwarts, because he had had 12 and a bit years to memorise the lay out, rather than only one year to memorise Hogwarts, which was also always changing.

Sherlock felt along the wall, until he came to the door for the bedroom next to his. "Here you are." he said, finding the handle.
John smiled at the room, which was probably larger than his own room, but this was the Holmes Manor after all.

I slipped into the room that was across from Sherlock's, and dumped my bag on the floor by my bed. I made sure that if Sherlock came in, and used the hand rail (that we had insisted was installed in my room as well as his ) he wouldn't trip over it.

"Henry?" Sherlock stood in the doorway.

"Yeah?" I asked. John was right behind him. "You can come in, you know."

Sherlock walked in, lightly touching the rail, and sat on my bed. John hesitated, but followed him, and stood near where Sherlock was sitting.

"John, just sit down, you're making me feel uncomfortable." I said, the cogs in my mind whirling.

John glanced around him, seemingly unwilling to sit on my bed, and sat down on the chair by my desk.

"Your father's in the military, which means your mother is the one who you got your wizardry from." I said suddenly.

Beside me, Sherlock grinned, and lay back.

"The way you stand." I said, answering John's unspoken question.

John obviously had no idea how to respond, so instead he looked around him.
I turned to Sherlock for a second, but the sound of John picking something up made me turn round again.

"Please." I muttered. "put that down."

John looked up from the moving photo. "Is that Sherrinford?" he asked.

I nodded, once. Sherlock sat up at the sound of the dead man's name.

"I aught to tell him." he muttered.

John glanced at him.
I sat down next to Sherlock. "As you wish." I muttered.

"John... My brother Sherrinford is... Was.. Three years older than Mycroft. The summer... after first year, he was- he was tortured because he had helped put a Death Eater into Azkaban. I- I ran to help... There wasn't time to get someone... The Death Eater who was torturing Sherrinford... turned towards me. Luckily that lifted the curse on- on my brother, but he had been un- under the Cruciatus curse too- too long. He- he died less than a second before the- the Death Eater placed the- the same curse on me..."
Tears where streaming down his face while he talked.
"I- I only just survived... but I was blind... He- he was going to be head boy. He was going to go into- into the Ministry." Sherlock broke down completely, lying face down on my bed. John rushed to him, and just sat next to Sherlock, trying to comfort him.