The Holmes of Hogwarts

5. Behind The Blue Drapes

Mycroft walked out of the Great Hall with a small plate of finger foods for his brother. He was probably going to have to hand feed him himself. Mycroft hasn't seen him in a few days and could only assume he hadn't eaten anything since he never comes down for meals. He really did hate having to do this, although he knew that if he didn't his brother would gladly starve to death. He entered the entrance hall to see Clara and Harry talking on the staircase and walked over to them.

"I'm sorry Clara but I have to ask again.." Mycroft looked down at the girls showing the plate of food in his hands.

"Of course not a problem." Clara stood up and Mycroft walked ahead.

"Come now sweetheart." She took Harry's hand to help her stand. Harry winked at her then puckering her lips asking for a kiss, Clara looked at her as she rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you're pretty, Harry," Clara said as she gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Are you two coming? I would like to arrive before dinner tonight." Mycroft interrupted them as Harry chuckled in response.

"Oh don't get your trousers in a knot Mycroft." Harry walked over to him and patted his back rather forcefully, making him go forward a bit. Mycroft furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Clara's most certainly right. You're lucky you are pretty." He said with a fake pursed lip smile.

Harry stopped, her brows furrowing staring up at the taller Slytherin. Clara glanced to her and giggled, grabbing her hand and dragging her along. They ascended the stairs, heading to Ravenclaw tower. Slowly Mycroft and Harry were dying of burning leg pain.

"The walk up is always agonizing. I should really just let him starve to teach him a lesson." Mycroft muttered.

Clara looked over to him and rolled her eyes. She knew how concerned Mycroft was about his younger brother but he never really showed it. At least twice a week he would ask her to let him into Ravenclaw to give him a meal. Clara was closer to Mycroft than anyone else. In her first year and his second, they met in the greenhouse and discussed about the mandrakes.

Until Clara started dating Harry, it was just her and Mycroft making fun of people, reading books and playing wizards chess. Clara was the only person Mycroft could stand besides Greg now and occasionally John when he wasn't being slow-witted.

They then approached a door without a doorknob or keyhole, but a bronzed knocker in the shape of an eagle.

"Ah you again." The eagle knocker spoke to them. "What disappears as soon as you say its name?" The knocker riddled.

"Silence." Mycroft said plainly. Clara gave him a wink.

"You're getting better at this," Clara teased. The door opened and they walked in effortlessly.

"I've always been gifted with words, and that surprises you?" Mycroft gave her a smug smile.

"Oh please you're being cocky," Harry muttered.

The Ravenclaw common room was the airiest of rooms in the castle. It was circular, wide with arched windows hung with blue and bronze silks, a midnight blue carpet covered in stars that reflected onto the domed ceiling. Unfortunately it was a mess half the time with papers and random drawings hung on the walls and floors. There were books spread everywhere with scattered Ravenclaws reading, bantering, writing and drawing. The elves have half given up on the tidying and only now clean four times a week. Sure they had magic to clean, but it has its limits.

Mycroft walked up the stairs to the dormitories. He slowly opened the door peaking in. He saw his brothers bed covered around with faux royal blue curtains so no one could disturb him. He walked over silently with the plate standing at the foot of his brothers bed.