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Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and properties are owned by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock and properties are owned by BBC One, Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. Harry Potter and properties are owned by JK Rowling. I don't make money from writing this.

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Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and properties are owned by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock and properties are owned by BBC One, Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. Harry Potter and properties are owned by JK Rowling. I don't make money from writing this fanfiction. The story contains spoiler for both Sherlock and Harry Potter. Also there are quotes from the novel and TV series.
Embrace of the Moon
Chapter II
John didn't know how to explain about what had just happened. One moment he was in Mycroft's study and the next moment he was standing in the middle of cherry blossom garden.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Rome," Sherlock said and gestured to behind him.
John turned around and gasped at the sight. Apparently, they were located in some high place because he could see the aerial view of Rome, bathed in the light.
"This villa is located in Quirinal hill, the largest and highest of the eternal city seven hills."
"How?" That was all he managed to say.
Teddy gave Mycroft and Sherlock confused look.
Mycroft shook his head.
Teddy raised his eyebrow but he explained. "We took Portkey. It is an object enchanted to instantly bring anyone touching it to a specific location."
"But how?"
"Magic." Someone said.
The newcomer was a young man with jet black hair and green eyes. He was dressed in simple white shirt and black trouser.
"Mummy." Sherlock's face broke into smile.
John stared in disbelief. Mummy? This was Mummy?
"Sherlock," the young man proceeded to hug his son.
Sherlock hugged him back affectionately. Okay, Sherlock's attitude had reached to whole new disturbing level.
"Hi, Harry." Teddy said.
The young man, whose name was Harry, turned to Teddy the next. "And how is my godson doing?" he asked, smiling.
"I'm doing well." Teddy replied, smiling back at his godfather.
"Mycroft," Harry turned his attention to the elder Holmes.
"Harry." Mycroft took Harry's right hand and kissed it. He said a few things too but since it was in Latin, John didn't understand a word. During the exchange, Mycroft didn't let go Harry's hand at all. It was really weird.
Then Harry turned to him. "Dr. John Watson. We met at last. I've heard so much about you." He said warmly. "I'm Harry Potter. Just call me Harry."
"Nice to meet you, Harry." He said diplomatically. "And please call me John."
Harry smiled. "Thank you for taking care of Sherlock all this time. I worry about him constantly."
"It's fine." John said.
"Well, I'm sure you have a lot of questions. We can discuss it inside." Harry said.
It was about time, John thought as he followed Harry to the living room.
"Sherlock has explained it to me." Harry said once they were seated. "The Elixir grants the drinker an indefinitely extended life, for as long as they keep drinking it regularly. A person that relies on the Elixir will die if they cannot obtain more Elixir before the last quantity imbibed wears off. And one more thing, once you drink the Elixir, you won't be able to have a child."
"What?" John asked. "Sherlock!" he rounded on his flatmate.
"What?" Sherlock asked defensively. "You can't have a child if you're dead." He said coldly.
John deflated. It was true. He almost dead.
"John," Harry said. "Even though you can't have a child of your own, it doesn't mean that you can't have a child. I have Sherlock and Teddy and I love them as my own children."
Sherlock smiled at this statement.
"Right, I'm sorry." He said earnestly.
"It's fine," Harry said.
"Did you create the Elixir?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, no." Harry said, smiling. "A friend of mine did."
"And you're a wizard?" he asked.
"Yes." Harry said. He nodded at Teddy.
Teddy took out a long stick and pointed it at the table. He waved the stick and said some Latin words. The table transformed into baby elephant. Teddy waved his stick again and the baby elephant transformed into blossoming cherry blossom tree. He waved the stick again and this time the tree transformed back into table.
"That was amazing." John blurted out.
Harry smiled at his reaction.
Sherlock looked very smug.
"Magic does exist," Harry said. "We have our own society and our own rule."
"And all of you have this Elixir?" he asked curiously.
"No," Harry replied. "In fact, this is a secret. I do hope you understand the reason why we guard it fiercely."
The elixir that could make man live forever. What if it fell into the wrong hand? Someone like Moriarty for example. That would disaster. John's mind jumped to another thing that really made him curious. Which was Sherlock's relationship with Harry. He wasn't truly their mother, right? John didn't think that magic would work that far.
As if Harry could read his mind, the other man explained. "I'm not Sherlock and Mycroft's biological parent but I raised them since they were children."
"Our parents died in accident," Mycroft said. "Harry saved us and since we don't have any relatives left, Harry took us in."
That explained a few things. Such as why Sherlock, being Sherlock, would call Harry by Mummy. Although John had to wonder about Harry's age. If he had to guest, he would say that Harry was seventeen years old. Twenty at the utmost. Was this the effect of the Elixir? Mycroft looked like he was in the mid thirty. And Sherlock... well, John knew that Sherlock was merely thirty three years old. That should make Mycroft forty since he was seven years elder than Sherlock. Did Mycroft drink the Elixir too? There were a lot of things that Harry, Mycroft and Sherlock didn't tell him. John realized that. But he wasn't prying type.
"We stayed here for a few years," Sherlock said. "Then we returned to England for schooling."
"I went to Eton," Mycroft said.
"Harrow," Sherlock said.
"And after that I went to Oxford." Mycroft said.
"Cambridge," Sherlock said again.
John saw the pattern there. Mycroft and Sherlock took their sibling rivalry to new whole level.
"We stay in London afterwards but we always visit Mummy regularly," Sherlock said again.
That was news for John. But he remembered that Sherlock often disappeared on his own.
"And how about you?" he asked Teddy.
"I stayed with my grandmother in London." Teddy replied. "We visited each other regularly."
Harry looked at his watch and said. "Dinner should be ready now."
They ate at open terrace. John was surprised when food appeared on the table. But no one seemed to care. It must be common occurrence. The food was really delicious and John enjoyed it. And Harry was a good host. He engaged John in conversation while the others added their opinion.
After dinner, he asked Teddy when they were going to return to London. He was met with confused look.
"We're going to stay here for a few days," Sherlock said.
"But I have work at the clinic," he said.
"I have taken care of it, John," Mycroft interrupted.
"Thank you, Mycroft," Harry said.
Mycroft nodded at Harry.
There it was again. John had noticed that Sherlock called Harry with Mummy but Mycroft called Harry with his name. Not only that. Sherlock obviously considered Harry as his parent and the feeling was mutual. But the same couldn't be said for Mycroft. In fact, if John wanted to be honest, he would say that Mycroft treated Harry like a lover. And also, the words that Harry said. He loved Sherlock and Teddy as his own children. Harry didn't include Mycroft.
"It has been a long day," Harry said again, interrupting his train of thoughts. "You should go to rest, John. Sherlock, show John his room, will you?"
"Of course, Mummy." Sherlock said obediently. "Come on, John."
He trailed after Sherlock as the other man navigated around the house. The house was huge with antique decor, priceless ornaments and valuable paintings. At some point, Sherlock told him that certain ceilings were painted by Michelangelo.
Sherlock stopped suddenly.
John stopped after him.
"This is your room." Sherlock said. "Good night, John."
"Good night, Sherlock."
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