"Henry!" Sherlock said.
"Yeah, sorry, what?" I glanced at my clock. "Sherlock, it's five in the morning. What are you doing?"
"Look outside." he muttered.
"But..." but how do you know what's going on outside? But I was trying to sleep. "Snow!" I breathed.
"Well?" John said, standing in the doorway. "Coming?"
"Sure. Wait for me to get changed. Sherlock. The sledges are in the shed."
Sherlock nodded, and pulled John out with him.
They found the sledges, and I helped pull them up to the top of the hill. John went first, and then Sherlock. He fell out at the bottom, and I had to hold back my laughter when I saw his face.
"priceless." John muttered to me.
Sherlock shook the snow out of his dark hair like a dog shaking itself after a swim. He grinned suddenly. "That was the most stupid thing I've ever done."
"But funny." I said. Sherlock bent down, and picked up some snow, throwing it in the general direction of my voice.
I made a snowball, and threw it at him. It missed, and hit John.
John got some snow, and threw it at me. I ducked, and a voice came from behind me. "Who threw that?"
I groaned. "Mycroft. I thought you were staying at school."
"My dear Henrietta, there is such a thing as flying home." Mycroft said.
"I wish there wasn't." Sherlock muttered. Mycroft threw a bit of snow at him, and John and I both retaliated. John hit Mycroft with his snowball, and I lobbed one at Greg.
In a few seconds it was full out war.
Greg made the biggest snowball he could, and threw it at us. We scattered. John and Sherlock ran one way, and I ran the other. We looped around the others, and met again behind the cover of some trees. We worked quickly, making as many snowballs as we could. As the older ones advanced, loaded with the missiles, John climbed up one of the trees, and I handed him some snowballs. He started throwing them at Mycroft and Lestrade. I ducked around the trees, and started attacking them from the side.
Suddenly Sherlock let out a shout. Mycroft and Greg walked forward, ready to bombard someone with snow, but then dropped their weapons. I ran to join them.
"Stay still!" John shouted. Sherlock had slipped onto the ice on the lake, which was slowly cracking.
"Sherlock. Don't walk. Keep your centre of gravity low, and your weight spread out!" Mycroft called. "Follow my voice!"
Sherlock did so. But when he was around 5 metres away from us, the ice gave way.
I didn't need to think. I took my coat off, ready to dive in, but heard a splash next to me. A shape, (was my mind playing tricks, or was that Mycroft?), swam through the freezing water. He grabbed Sherlock, and they swam back.
"Too close." Mycroft muttered, shivering. Greg picked up his discarded coat, and handed it to him.
John and I helped Sherlock to the house, and up to his room, leaving wet footprints on the back stairs. John helped him get into dry clothes, and we went downstairs for breakfast. (Or, when it came to Greg and Mycroft, second breakfast.)
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Turn Back Time (Potterlock)
Fanfiction"...I wish we could turn back time, to the good old days..." When Sherlock Holmes and his cousin Henry (Short for Henrietta) meet John Watson on the Hogwarts Express, they don't know the sheer amount of hidden secrets that will come to light. But no...
