Chapter 9
This past days were a hell like torture, for everyone.
When Albus forced Sirius to see a mindhealer, he threatened to do so many nasty things, among them setting Albus himself on fire. So Albus put his foot down, and sent the trusted healer, named Ted Tonks.A muggleborn who had a degree in psychology. And when Sirius ran away in dog form right before his first session, well Albus saw no way but to send Phox , his Phoenix. And then gleefully added that Phox had single handedly took a basilisk eye out, making it blind, so a dog would be no match for her.
Sirius never ran away again.
Remus, against his will, had to brew all kinds of potions while Severus recuperated, which did not improve his mood at all, it was near the full moon, and he would have a very difficult time without Wolfsban.
Albus and Alastor were most of the time away, doing research on those damned hocus pocus things. That did not improved their mood, when the search proved to be more than a tad difficult. Alastor use of languages these days were mostly curses and swear words that even Severus the live encyclopedia had no idea what they meant.
Hermione took on herself to tutor the now revealed youngest Snape, meaning Mycroft in magical things. Her days spent on either that or daydreaming about what the boy said when he was not quite himself.
[ Hermione horrified with the things she saw, had ran up the stairs, opened the first door she found and went inside.
There was a boy.
There was the boy!
She shakingly had pointed her wand, knowing full well it wouldn't do shit.
The boy just offered his hand: I believe we have not been introduced, Mycroft Snape, at your service...
Hermione was astounded into silence: but you, you are a death eater and wanted to...
Mycroft chuckeles: we have so much to discuss...]
She can not help but think about the way Mycroft said her name, praised her name and her intellect( she said so much about magical world, also her opinions on things) and how he kissed her palm, calling her m'lady, and dear and beautiful... Not once Ron and Harry did that, how she was supposed not to...be interested in him after that?
So they worked on history of magic ( he finished all 3 years in a Less than a fucking day!!!) On herbology and artimancy and runes. He did not want to talk about transfiguration (why is this even a subject? It is useless and boring) nor charms ( waving a wand of all stupid things!) Or defense( I am more than capable, thank you very much)
Harry was somewhere in the house licking his wounds , after the two of them took a wand oath, headmaster told Harry to call dobby.
Harry had just shrugged and did that.
They made dobby the secret keeper( he knew how to write things, but only with capital letters) as professor Snape suggested.
The only thing left was waiting.
And waiting.
There was just something that itched like hell, a disaster was waiting to happen maybe? ( because a time traveling Snape kid and entire Harry's family dead and Sirius being his usual nasty self would not do, oh, nope, not at all! the amount of shit they had to deal with in a month had still some empty space)
Tonks had made a suggestion to Harry offering his services, but the stupid git he was( like father like son) rejected it.
Sirius, now did not want to lift a finger for him. Remus was too busy and Hermione and Mycroft everyday were having a discussion about some thing or the other.
That left Severus and Harry awkwardly idling in the house. Until Remus made a suggestion to both he and Mycroft to join on a potion lesson or two, as they had the professor.
The result was shit.
Remus was sitting on the couch, near the floo, taking sips of his cold drink, finally relaxing after he had finished the brewing sessions of hell. He had no idea how Severus had done that, go spying and teaching and occasionally help with the healing in hospital wing and order. He had just brewed instead of him for a couple of days and his mood was like Minerva when she lost Quidich cup one year. So he totally agreed that kind of shit Severus normally had to do insured him having a bad mood until Harry had grandkids.
Because it is nothing easy with their bunch, there was suddenly an explosion from the basement where Severus and his Sons were having a potion tutorial.
Remus had his wand in his hand, standing up , in a hurry to reach the lab, Sirius came out of nowhere and joined him.
Severus was climbing up the stairs, cursing like mad:
" fucking idiot useless creatures! sodding dunderheaded halfwit brats!"
Mycroft and Harry were following him, coverd in some kind of green goo that smelled like algae.
" how in hell I have got the most stupid kids in this art! At least Longbottom parents were shit at brewing! but fuck it! There must be an once of my blood in your vessels! How the shitting shit!"
Remus took away his wand, rolling his eyes,it was usual Severus shenanigans.
" what happened Severus?"
" He asks what happened! You ask what happend? How dare..."
Sirius snickered" we are capable of using Grammer, if you of all people could learn your verbs.."
Remus elbowed him, just what was those sessions good for if he still was like this?
It seemed the case was more serious as Severus even did not understand the jab" they fucking fucked a boil cure! A simple cure for boils! A first stupid bloody potion!how in hell you fail like that! I had Hufflepuff muggleborns more efficient than these two waste of.."
Mycroft stood up " sorry to interrupt your whinning session, but if you wise wise potion master, would have bothered to go look for your kids instead of staying in hole in a castle like a vampire to be...
Severus screamed" vampire! You dare speak to me like that?"
Harry who was silent till now exploded " He is right you damn git! I have been here for how long? And my supposed godfather is having a melt down because I am not his besti's son, never mind I am said son and he is supposed to be the adult! Not once one of you even cared that I lost my family, and had to absorb the fact Voldemort...
Severus saw red" shut it you arrogant that! Not everything have to be about you! People have more important work than to cuddle and pamper you, just like your fath..
Harry laughed, bitterly" go on, FATHER! aren't I just like you idiot and pampered and good for nothing but sucking Voldemort off!
Severus clutched his hand" shut it, shut it!"
" oh? Have I touched a nerve? Voldemort Voldemort Voldemort Voldemort!
Then Severus gasped and whined, " I am being summoned!
Remus was bewildered, he was supposed to be summoned next week, not now!
He screamed in pain" the potions idiot! I need to give them to him, NOW!
Remus hurried down the stairs, praying the potions remained intact from the explosion.
Mycroft was not doing well, all together. This world was a mystery, unknown, and he hated unknown. Not being in control meant problem, and problem they had.
The only thing left for Mycroft was that he could read people, so he did just that.
His newly found brother did not spare him a glance, completely having a pitty party for himself. As if others did not have problems and all have to serve him on hand and foot just because he was some prophesy hero.
Hermione ,bless her soul, she was his only respite. She was loyal like miss Hooper, beautiful like Ms Adler and conning like Late Mrs Watson. He knew he couldn't think about her like that, he was a bloody 40 something years old, even in a 14 years old body. The girl was thirsty for knowledge and praise, she must have been too intelligent for both worlds to feel rejected by them.
But surprisingly they could understand each other, perfectly. Even have conversations without words.
So far his so called brother and his godfather did no notable thing, but showing John Wasonish behavoiur , meaning accusing other people for their own misery, seeing fit to behave as if they graced the world with their presence.
His father, well, he was not sure what to make of him still. Calling him father was more to annoy him of all things, as he had a vain near his temple which did funny things when being provoked.
The one called Remus Lupin( why call a werewolf that was beyond him) was a rational man, but afraid to talk against other people for fear of rejection.
Sirius was a child in human body. Alastor was a pirate in fact, and Albus dombledore was a Moriarty combined with Mrs norbury. Seeming harmless, but with teeth that cut flesh and bone like butter.
He supposed he had to talk sense into his brother, as he always did, maybe providing some occlu something would help him too. Why linger on spilt rotten milk when you have another fresh bottle right near you?
(He meant if you have a real family , like his deranged godfather who clearly loved him still, their father who put his life on the line, a brother and a friend like Hermione, why whine about some stupid muggle trash who died? He was no good in metaphors, whatsoever)
Mycroft was also worried about his father's meeting with lord noise. Something just told him it will result in no good.
And damn him, he was always right.
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Sherlock was in his mind palace, wandering about every R he encountered.
Romilda Mattias, their baby sitter who had burned her hand in that fire Eurus started. But she had died at 2013, and was buried.
Rexona something? Mycroft spy, PA before Anthea, she was murdered by a bunch of terrorist in defence of his brother. Mycroft after that, seemed to never care, aloof. (But Sherlock knew he did care, he always went to her grave, each month, living white roses she liked, why did Sherlock called him emotionless again?)
Robertson, supposed head of se unity, dismissed after Sherlock breaking into Mycroft's house.( sherlock again wondered, was he so much of a lunatic? Who breaks into their brother's house? Not considering maybe giving him a heart attack?he really had to go talk to a psychology professional in dealing with absolute shits like him)
Randolph, head of moriarty team in Greece, turned Mycroft spy, he was up and about securing Smallwood's work office.
Then his list were empty. Just who the hell was this freak R?
R
R
R
Fuck him! Of course it would be on the nose you idiot!
Uncle Rudy!
Now where the hell you could find an ex British security who had trained your brother to become the next British goverment and managed to secure your freak of a sister in a prison?
Yup, piece of cake, easy.
Never the easy way with you brother, huh?
When Sherlock stood up, he broke the old table he was sitting on it , scaring john( it was midnight) and making Rosie clap.
Sherlock thanked her" yes Rosie, I really needed the encouragement. "
Then he took his coat and left to find a strange uncle that was not an uncle but a super spy.
Just the story of his life.