Expecto Patronum (The Consulting Dementor )

Journey under the stars

Sherlock and John left diagon alley after the eventful visit, Sherlocks wand tucked in his belt against his waist, the gentle pressure of something Sherlock knew so well, something so powerful and known only to him.

John lead Sherlock home and then made them both some coffee, knowing Sherlock liked his black with two sugars, Sherlock was anxious, paving about the flat and holding his hands behind his back, occasionally twirling his wand or stressfully running a hand through his hair.

"Sherlock?" John called, waiting for Sherlocks presence in the kitchen where he was waiting with his cup. Sherlock walked in, clearly fueled by anxiety and his eyes looking nervous and darting about.

John placed the cups down and turned to Sherlock properly, who was now leaning against the kitchen table. John walked up to him, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him softly, reassuringly, anxiety leaking away from him but replaced with the adrenaline as Johns hands snaked down to his thighs and lifted him up onto the table, he felt like he was going to faint, he tried his hardest not to.

Sherlocks legs wrapped loosely around John, hooking together by his ankles. Johns hands stayed holding gently to his thighs, making Sherlock tremble slightly, but also melt into Johns touch.

"Don't be shy?" John whispered, his voice low and calming, Sherlock wrapped his arms around Johns neck and kissed him again, he was many things but shy wasn't one of them at the present moment with John in his grasp, his and only his.

John leaned back away from him and Sherlock whined at the loss of contact.

"Drink your coffee first" John instructed, handing Sherlock his cup and leaning against the opposite countertop from Sherlock, a small grin across his face and a tiny chuckle escaping his lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

"Just you. So want to see your family again?" John asked with a encouraging smile towards Sherlock.

"I'm a bit nervous, but I would love to, I hope they aren't old I kind of wanted to grow old with them, I've missed mummy and Dad and even mycroft" Sherlock said sadly, but then he smiled again when he remembered that he wasn't alone.

"You never know, besides they kind of need to see you again, how long has it been?"

"Just over two hundred years, I honestly thought they were--dead" Sherlock said, his shoulders drooping and his face contorting in pain.

"Come here" John whispered, standing straight and walking back over to Sherlock and hugging him tightly. Sherlock leaned into him and wrapped his arms around Johns neck and pressed his forehead against Johns shoulder, silent sobs racking his whole body. "Look it's alright, your okay, they're okay, everything's good" john whispered, gently carding a hand through Sherlocks curls.

Once Sherlock had recovered from crying and John had planted a careful kiss on Sherlocks forehead, they packed up a suitcase, some of Johns clothes and some of Sherlocks. They then made their way out of the flat and down the stairs to where John kept his broomstick.

"Get your coat" John instructed Sherlock, Sherlock ran to the banister and unhooked his coat and scarf, along with Johns jacket. He then ran back to John and helped John put on his jacket making him laugh.

"Right your go now" John laughed, taking Sherlocks coat from his arms and pulling it over Sherlocks arms and then hooking the scarf around his neck and looping it through itself. He then did up the buttons on Sherlocks coat and pulled the collar up covering half of Sherlocks face making John giggle. "Feel comfortable?" John asked, kissing Sherlock on the nose and making him blush rouge.

Sherlock nodded, unable to talk and John hugged him around the waist, leading him outside and holding tightly onto his firebolt. They got out onto the street, night had fallen and the only light was that of he stars.

John mounted the broomstick once they were on the road and waited for Sherlock to clamber onto the back, holding on tightly around Johns waist, his chin resting on Johns shoulder.

"You ready?" John asked, he felt Sherlock nod into his shoulder and kissed him quickly on the jaw, the only place he could reach before pulling up off the ground and into the night sky, a small compass on the front of the broom signaling where they were going.

The wind whipped through Johns hair and Sherlocks, curls gently tickling Johns face as his own blonde strands gently whipping at Sherlocks face. John leaned forward into the wind, bringing Sherlock with him, his body stretched out against Johns making him not as comfortable but too scared to let go.

John held his hand over Sherlocks hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze. John touched down in a field after a few hours, he could feel the cold more so now so he decided they better take a break to warm up.

John hopped off the broom once Sherlock was off and they stood shaking for a bit, john hugged Sherlock close and they shared body heat for a few minutes whilst john pulled a blanket from his bag that he'd enlarged to take anything extra that they needed.

John climbed back onto the broomstick but further back so Sherlock would sit in front of him.

"I can't drive it" Sherlock said worriedly.

"I don't expect you too, I'm in control, I just want you to sit in front of me" john insisted, holding his arms back as Sherlock climbed on in front of him. John wrapped his arms around Sherlocks waist from behind and held onto the broom handle and they took off from the ground again, the blanket still covering them against the wind.

"Warm enough?" John said into Sherlocks ear.

"Yeah I'm good, how about you?" Sherlock replied, his face turning against the wind and burrowing further into his coat collar.

"Good" John called before turning his attention back onto the path only he could see. Sherlock slowly leaned further into John, his weightless frame against John who held to him tightly.