[Discontinued] When Shadows Collide, The Game Begins

Chapter Two

Lestrade was exceptionally surprised to see Sherlock Holmes walking out of the house with the child held in his arms.
"What are you going to do with him? He's been removed from the Dursley's custody." Lestrade was unsure what Sherlock was going to say. What he defiantly wasn't expecting was Sherlock saying;
"I'm going to adopt him, of course." The tall man then walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.
"Where do you want to go?" The taxi driver asked him.
"Saint Bartholomew's Hospital." The driver nodded and pulled out onto the street.
"Hello, Harry." The boy looked up at the man. "You're going to meet a friend of mine. She'll help you get better. Then you're going to move in with me." Harry nodded, and, in doing so, shifted his fringe, revealing an oddly shaped scar. It was like a lightning bolt.
"Where did you get this?" Sherlock asked. Harry didn't know what he was talking about, so he shrugged. "The scar, on your forehead." Harry still had no idea what Sherlock was referring to and told him just that. Sherlock frowned. Most children, even two-year-olds, would notice something like that. Unless there was something impairing his vision.
"Harry, is everything hard to see, all fuzzy." Harry nodded.
"Uncle said it was because I cried too much." Sherlock scowled. He hated that man even more. He hoped that he would be imprisoned for the rest of his life, but he knew it was unlikely, as Harry wasn't a justifiable witness.
The taxi slowed to a stop outside of an old, grey hospital. Sherlock got out his phone and texted Molly Hooper.
Molly, I have a child who needs medical attention. He is severely malnourished and dehydrated.
SH
Once he had sent it, he got out of the taxi and paid the driver, then he picked up Harry again and walked into the Hospital. He was greeted by a short, blond woman who looked slightly nervous. This was Molly.
"Oh my god, Sherlock!" She quickly led them to the children's ward and Sherlock placed Harry down on an empty bed. Harry seemed reluctant to let go, but Sherlock told him that if he didn't, he wouldn't get better.
"I'm not the right person for this," Molly said to Sherlock.
"So find someone who is." He was getting agitated. Molly nodded and called some people. Soon there were nurses all around the bed. Harry was starting to get afraid. All these unknown people and unknown environments were making him nervous. Upon seeing his discomfort, Sherlock held his hand.  This had the desired effect and Harry relaxed.
Ten minutes later, the nurses left, leaving Harry with a small meal, a drip, and a heart monitor beeping steadily. Sherlock was still sitting next to him, a slight look of worry on his usually emotionless face. Molly was just about to leave when Sherlock turned to her.
"Molly," he hesitated, "he also might need glasses." Molly nodded. "And, thank you."
"You're welcome, Sherlock." She said in an even voice. Then she left.
"So your name is Sherlock?" Sherlock nodded.
"My full name is William Sherlock Scott Holmes."
"I wish I had a cool name like that."
Sherlock was silent for a moment. "Well," he said finally, "if you want, you could become Harry Holmes. You could become my son." Harry contemplated this for a second, then nodded.
"Okay. Sounds good." Harry then began to eat his meal.
Once Harry had finished, Sherlock had the plate taken away.
"Sleep now," Sherlock said softly. The boy happily complied, falling into a deep slumber within minutes. Sherlock then brought out his phone and dialled a number.
"Brother dear, tell me, what can you tell me about Harry Potter?
"Why? Because I'm going to adopt him."