Sherlock And Harry

  Fantasy Action-Adventure Murder Mystery Adult Fan-Fiction Novel

  By: Andi Brit (Andrea Britanik)

  Instagram: authorandibrit

  3/2/2025

  Chapter 1

  Lightning struck across the sky as a man dressed in black and white houndstooth plaid walked across the English countryside. It was night time and Sherlock, dressed in his inverness cape and deerstalker cap, was on his nighttime walk along with his best friend, Dr. Watson. But it wasn’t any ordinary walk tonight, it was a walk about the Hogwarts Castle, that was the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were walking elbow to elbow in the light of the moon that was out in the clear part of the sky. And Sherlock had some important business to attend to here at Hogwarts.

  “But he’s just a boy.” said Watson.

  “Yes, my dear Watson, but wisdom does come to those who need it.” said Holmes.

  “Oh, yes, I’m not saying that the boy isn’t wise, but he might be too young for such a terrible thing that has happened.” said Watson.

  “Oh, I think the boy will be okay. Thirteen is such a strong number.” said Holmes.

  “Lucky thirteen.” said Watson.

  Sherlock winked at Watson.

  The castle was now in view and it stood there like a soldier in the night, with all of its impressive turrets jutting up into the sky.

  Watson and Sherlock stopped for a moment.

  “It is such a nice castle, isn’t it?” said Watson.

  “Yes, I must say so myself.” said Sherlock.

  Watson pointed his walking stick towards the castle.

  “Well, no time like the present. Onwards, we go!” said Watson.

  Sherlock and Watson walked towards the castle.

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  They had surpassed the whomping willow entirely and went through the south entrance of the castle. The pair walked through an arched tunnel until they heard a whisper coming from a side alleyway in the tunnel.

  “Mr. Holmes!” said the whisper.

  Sherlock and Watson turned to look at who made the whisper, and there, in the alley way, was just a floating head. The boy had dark black hair, bright green eyes and wore black round rimmed glasses. There was a lightning scar on his forehead.

  It was Mr. Harry Potter himself.

  “Would you like to come for a walk with us?” said Sherlock, looking at Watson, but side glancing towards the alley way.

  “Yes, I would!” said Harry.

  “Alright, follow us, then.” said Holmes.

  Casually, Holmes and Watson turned on their heels and walked out of the tunnel. Harry, now with the invisibility cloak over his head, too, followed closely behind, only the tips of his black brogue shoes showing every once in a while.

  Holmes and Watson walked up a hill and towards the Black Forest.

  Once they entered and were far enough in, Harry slipped off his cloak entirely and placed it into his backpack. Harry was wearing black jeans and a black and red striped sweater. His hair was in a disarray but Watson had a feeling that it was not because of the cloak. He would ask Sherlock about it later. After all, Mr. Potter was Sherlock’s friend, not his. But he had heard of some things. Apparently, he was very famous for defeating the Dark Lord. It was definitely a great feat to have accomplished. And he couldn’t believe that this thirteen year old had done so as just a baby. Maybe he could handle this murder case and Watson had felt like a fool for having such silly doubts about someone who had defeated Voldemort before he could even talk. If Harry could handle that, then he could handle anything.

  Sherlock turned to Harry amongst the misty trees and foliage of the Forbidden Forest.

  “You need to tell us about what you have witnessed.” said Sherlock.

  “How are you doing, Mr. Holmes?” said Potter.

  “Oh, I’m fine. How have you been fairing?” said Sherlock.

  “Oh, I’m okay. I’ve been feeling guilty, though.” said Potter.

  “And why’s that, Harry?” said Holmes.

  “Because this man died of the Avada Kedavra curse. The one that nearly killed me when I was a baby. I actually just learned about it in school, too” said Harry.

  “No need to feel guilty, Harry. Just feel good that you have survived yourself. But do feel sad for those who have been lost by this terrible killing curse.” said Holmes.

  “Okay.” said Harry.

  Watson felt for the poor boy.

  There was a wolf’s howl in the distance. Watson glanced over his shoulder a bit, but Sherlock was unphased in his questioning.

  “Now, dear boy, what have you witnessed?” said Holmes.