[Discontinued] When Shadows Collide, The Game Begins

Chapter Three

Mycroft Holmes, the eldest of the Holmes children, held a small position in the British Government. That is to say, he was the British Government.
Even with this position, there was little he discovered about Harry Potter. All he could find out about was that his parents, James Potter and Lily Evans, died in mysterious circumstances in a place called Godric's Hollow. There was no record of them going to school or having jobs.
Mycroft told his brother all he had found and also asked him if he thought adoption was really the right choice. Sherlock, of course, told Mycroft that he could do what he liked, besides, Mrs Hudson could help out.
Mycroft realised arguing would be pointless, but that didn't stop him from trying.
"Really Sherlock, just think about it. Do you really think you're the most suitable candidate for the boy's guardian?" Mycroft asked for what felt like the millionth time.
"I'll be a better guardian than the Dursley's." And this was a point that Mycroft could not disagree with. Sure, his brother was often cold and emotionless, but whenever he was around Harry, everything about him changed. He became like a regular human. Not a highly functioning sociopath as he put it.
Finally, Mycroft gave up. Like all the Holmes, Sherlock was unreasonably stubborn. He would do almost anything to achieve his ends, even if it endangered himself or others. Not the most endearing of traits, but Sherlock was intelligent, and, through that, slightly responsible. Maybe a child would encourage him to drop, or at least lessen, his emotionless facade. Besides, the boy would receive a great education and an interesting childhood. Mycroft had no doubt that as soon as he was healed, he would be running through crime scenes and doing his very best to solve them.
Another Sherlock Holmes wasn't exactly what the world needed, but it seemed like that was what it was going to get.

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Sorry that this chapter was so short.