Sherlock and I stormed out, my cousin a few steps ahead of me. Mycroft stayed, presumably to say something like 'I must apologise for Henrietta and Sherlock's behaviour, I don't know what has got into them.'
You don't want to know, Mycroft. You just live your life, happy, and never find out. Please.
The spells I had placed around the cell depended on Him not getting permission to just walk out.
Fudge let Him out of Azkaban. What planet was he on? Does he not know how dangerous He is? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Before I knew it, I had walked a (metaphorical) invisible path that ended on the seventh floor. Sherlock had long since fallen back, and was following my angry footfall.
"Hetty." Sherlock said, as we walked into our deserted classroom. "Henry. We have to talk." I slammed the door behind us, and locked it so no one would walk in. "Henrietta! We have to stop him!" Sherlock shouted.
"Don't tell me what I had to do. He's my father."
"No, he's my brother's murderer. And I don't want him to be out." Sherlock sat down, trying not to let his fear and anger show. Because he was angry and afraid. I could tell, because I felt the same.
"We have to stop him." Sherlock said, forcefully.
"I know." I sat down next to him.
"Then we do so." Sherlock said.
"How?" I asked, despairing.
"Will he come looking for us, for revenge, or will he plot from afar?" Sherlock asked.
"Why should I know?" I asked.
"Come on, think! You know him better than anyone else in the world! How will he get revenge?" Sherlock asked.
My blood turned cold, realising that he was right. I was the only one who knew my father well enough to guess his check- mate a few moves ahead, and prevent it. "He'll come for us." I said.
"Then we're going to be ready." Sherlock said confidently.
I sighed. "We need a plan. And do we tell anyone?"
"No." Sherlock said forcefully. I nodded in agreement.
We sat in silence, thinking.
"But what if I turn into someone like him?" I asked suddenly.
"You won't, Hetty, you won't. I know you won't." Sherlock said.
"Thanks." I muttered.
More silence, which was broken by the sound of someone knocking on the door.
"Sherlock? Henry?" John's voice drifted through the wood. "Mycroft said you stormed off. I didn't tell him that you'd be here, so please open the door."
I muttered the spell under my breath, and the lock clicked open. John walked in.
"What's this about?" he asked.
"Oh, come on, John. I know that Mycroft told you, don't play dumb." Sherlock said.
"Fine." John held his hands up in surrender. "then what do we do?"
"We wait." I said. "we wait for him to come to kill us (because he will want to kill us, I know it) and we get him put back into Azkaban."
Sherlock nodded, and so did a rather shocked looking John.
"So for now we just wait." I summarised.
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Turn Back Time (Potterlock)
Fanfic"...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...
