I'm Only Human- Shermione (Sherlock x Hermione)

The same place

A/N In case you haven't already noticed, I don't own this idea. The beautiful video above by nephilim. is the original inspiration for this FanFiction. I'm eleven, so I'm considering any mistakes excused. I use the British spelling, so words like "realise" will change from "realize", just letting you know if you're from the American continent or are used to American spelling in general. Thank you, and, enjoy!

The same place. He had been called to the same place that night.

Moriarty had called him to the same pool Sherlock had called him to all that time ago. Exept this time, Sherlock didn't find any reason for the consulting criminal to have called him there. He feared that it might have something to do with Hermione. With John living with Mary, he was sort of lonely, and in his words, bored.  Without John there to sort of push him into accepting cases of people with "heartbreaking" problems, that he usually refuses, he was finding it difficult to find an occupation for himself during the waiting.

And then, he met Hermione. A drunken Ronald Weasley had abandoned her in an alley, where Sherlock kept his emergency cigarettes.

Hermione had been bawling her eyes out in a red dress that she looked hopelessly pretty in despite her condition. That's when he took her back to her house, and they'd grown a tight bond. 

They'd had three meetings after their first at the ally, when Sherlock found out about magic, and Hermione found out about Moriarty.

Ever since, they had discovered more and more about the other's lives. How Hermione went to Hogwarts with the Harry Potter and her ex boyfriend Ronald Weasley. Sherlock had told her about John and Mary and Moriarty and Molly and Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson. How it was like living in London, and of course about Baker Street. She had told him that she had heard his name before, from her Muggle mobile phone, that was ancient.

All those meetings, all those kisses, all that sentiment...It had all lead down to this.

Of course Moriarty came to know about this development. He had called Sherlock to the swimming pool. The very same one as when John was held captive.

Sherlock rushed into the room to see Moriarty standing, smirking, looking down to his feet. Next to him was a frankly beautiful woman, or what would have been one, if it weren't for the uncombed hair, the unkept teeth and the somewhat menacing smile plastered on her face. From what Hermione had told him, he identified her as Bellatrix Lestrange. And the fourth person present in the room, half unconscious and held by the wrists by Bellatrix was Hermione.

"What do you want, Moriarty?" Sherlock asked coldly.

"I'm a psychopath, and psychopaths get bored!" Professor Moriarty said with slight singsong to his tone.

"Still not answering my question," pointed out Sherlock.

"You're a detective, figure it out! Or I'll be disappointed."

"Simple answer to a simple question, thank you: what do you want?" Sherlock snapped. He realised what a mistake he made.

"Why tell you, let me just show you. Why, don't you agree Bellatrix? Go on, show him."

"Gladly," was all Bellatrix said when she raised her wand at Hermione. She gave her the Cruciatus Curse, over and over again, until Sherlock shouted, "Stop!"

He couldn't bear seeing her like this anymore.

But Bellatrix didn't stop. She took out a knife and started etching it into Hermione's skin on her arm. Sherlock couldn't watch. 

So instead, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Moriarty.

"Ooh, classic, classic. Old gun-pointy game. Well, it seems my work here is done. Come on, Bellatrix, we've got more important business to be getting on with."

So Bellatrix and Moriarty left, untouched, while Hermione lay unconscious on the floor.

Moriarty had very much answered his question.

Sherlock looked at Hermione. Then he saw something, the etching on her skin, it was writing. It said one simple word:

Mudblood.

A/N  So! There it was! The first chapter! Quite an ending. Anyways, I'll see you for the next chapter! Bye!