Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…

Placing:Before Hogwarts.

Prequel to "Confession Time", "Family Oddness" and "Birthday Presents"

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MUMMY'S MARRIAGE

SHERLOCK

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„Mummy," Sherlock greeted his mother while sitting down. His eyes narrowed the moment he read the body language of his mother.

"Sherlock," she said with a smile, and she was oddly… glowing.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed further.

"You met someone," he accused her.

His mother's eyes softened.

"I did," she said, not bothering to lie to her observant son.

Sherlock looked her up and down.

"It's serious," Sherlock said.

His mother inclined her head.

"It is," she agreed. "We met some month ago."

"You met on the dentist conference you attended last summer in York," Sherlock deduced. "You sat next to each other and you stroke up a conversation with him about the lecturer. At the end of the day he asked you out and you agreed."

His mother smiled.

"Actually, I asked him out," she corrected her son and Sherlock cursed.

"There's always something I miss," he grumbled.

His mother just smiled indulgingly.

"You're human, Sherlock," she said. "Of course there'll be things you miss."

Her son shot his mother a disgruntled look, but said nothing further.

His mother reached out to him and patted his hand.

"Don't worry about it, Sherlock," she told him. "You miss far less than the average human."

Sherlock snorted and shook his head, lowering his gaze to look at the table of the restaurant they met in.

"Less isn't enough," he told her, then suddenly his eyes widened and his gaze flickered up to his mother's face.

"You're not here to tell me about your relationship with your boyfriend," he said, his voice accusing. "You're here to tell me you want to marry him."

His mother smiled at him.

"I am and I do," his mother agreed with her son.

"So I'm getting a stepfather," Sherlock concluded a bit disgruntled, then his sighed. "Well… if you must!"

The mother smiled.

"I must," she said amused and Sherlock shot her an unhappy look.

"Don't look at me like that, Sherlock," his mother said with a smile. "I'm sure you'll like your new brothers and sister."

Sherlock's eyes widened in fear.

"Brothers and sister?" He repeated – for once not minding to repeat something someone else said, too shocked to actually care.

His mother patted his hand again.

"He's got five sons and a daughter," she told him with a smile. "I'm sure, you'll get along splendidly."

Sherlock stared at his mother.

"I don't get along with those three brothers I already have, Mummy," he exclaimed horrified. "I actually don't need six further siblings I won't get along with!"

His mother just patted his hand.

"You're a doomsayer, Sherlock," she said amused. "I'm quite sure, there will be at least one new sibling you will get along with – just give it a try!"

Sherlock shot her a disbelieving look.

"I tried the sibling thing already, Mummy," he said. "After Mycroft, Ant and Sherrinford, I'm quite sure that I already gave it more than one try."

"Anthony," his mother corrected him with narrowed eyes. "Your brother's name is Anthony."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"Ant," he insisted and his mother sighed and shook her head, giving up on the name issue she had been discussing with her sons since Sherlock had been born.

Instead, his mother returned to the issue at hand.

"Sherlock," she said with a sigh. "I know that you're pretty antisocial – but you have to try a bit, especially if they're going to be your new siblings."

Sherlock scoffed.

"I won't keep you from marrying the man," he said.

"Brandton," his mother informed him. "His name is Brandton Granger."

"Whatever," Sherlock said. "I won't stop you from marrying him – but I won't go and meet my new… 'siblings'. I've already had more than enough of that sort with those three I have to call siblings – especially Mycroft."

His mother rolled her eyes fondly.

"Mycroft is a good brother," she said.

Sherlock scoffed.

"He's a controlling –"

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock frowned at his mother but didn't speak further.

His mother sighed and shook his head.

"Alright," she said in the end. "Let's agree to disagree."

For a moment, she scrutinized her son, then she spoke up again.

"If you don't want to meet your new siblings, you won't have to," she said. "I won't force you – but I want you to not forget that you have more siblings from now on."

Sherlock shot her a dark look.

"As if I could ever forget something like that," he said unhappily. "May I go now?"

With a sigh, his mother nodded and watched her son leaving the restaurant while she pondered his future.

It would take nearly twenty years until she would talk about that issue with her third-born son again.

"So," she said while looking at her son sitting in front of her, again at the table of a restaurant. "Are you still thinking that there's no way that you could get along with at least one of your siblings?"

Sherlock leaned back in his chair, his face disgruntled, but not totally displeased.

"John," he said slowly. "I never thought that… John…"

His mother smiled at him.

"Yes," she said. "John."

Then she scrutinized her son, before she smiled again.

"John's something else, isn't he?" she said fondly.

For a moment, Sherlock stared into nothingness, then he sighed and inclined his head.

"He is," he agreed, then his eyes widened. "And at least as a sibling, I can visit him in his hospital room as a relative!"

Yes, Sherlock's mother figured fondly, her son had always been more interested in practicability than emotions – even if his older brother John had obviously managed to reach those by Sherlock as well.

Then Sherlock's eyes lit up with mischief.

"You'll have to talk to Mycroft," he pointed out. "He has kidnapped John more than once! That's not a way to treat a brother!"

His mother raised an eyebrow.

"It isn't," she agreed. "Don't worry, I'll talk to him the moment I see him next."

Unfortunately or fortunately, she would see him next the day her youngest child, Hermione, brought home her boyfriend for the first time. Sadly enough that meant, that there were other priorities than the kidnapping habits of the oldest brother of the Holmes-Granger family…

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Just a little idea I had. Prequel to "Confession Time."

Hope you liked it

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