A/N: Dedicated to the VERY enthusiastic IluvsDrarryJohnlockStony98 and all of my lovely fans. Inspired by the song of the same name by Phidel. I've been on another Avengers kick and for that I am terribly sorry. I don't mean to neglect my Sherlock/HP babies, the Muses just hide whenever the Avengers show up... Something about Tony & Sherlock being terrible influences on one another or something like that. Oh! I also have an AO3 account now and I have transfered some of them. Words with one of these (*) at the end will be translated at the bottom of the chapter.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned either series, most people wouldn't want to read/watch them. Alas, I do not and no matter how much I deduce or wave my wand, I will never own them. Thank Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the lovely Ms. Rowling for these characters as well as the BBC for modernizing Sherlock to make this sort of thing even possible...

WARNING: This is an Alternate Universe. If you did not catch the drift within the A/N, let me point it out in big, bold letters. THIS IS A SLASH FIC. As with all my warnings, if you do not like slash or the pairings mentioned above, stop reading and click the back button. It isn't that hard to do. Reading any farther than the third line of this warning means one thing only; you enjoy slash. Excellent. There will be the probability of M-Preg as this is magic and anything goes! If M-Preg bothers you, please follow line three to the back button. If you appreciate a good story even if it's not your thing, then you're welcome to it.

Ryder

P.S. READ THIS FIRST! Not all of the characters encountered will have Talent*. In fact most of them are perfectly normal. Don't freak out if your favorite character doesn't have it. I might even write an omake or two if you review prettily.

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-Three Years Later-

Sherlock looked at the iron manacles chaining him to the wall and decided that he would play stupid for now.

"Looks like he's awake, sir." the first voice was grating on his senses.

"Shut up." a second voice, much more cultured than the first, murmured quietly. "I see you are awake, Mr. Holmes."

"No, I'm not." he denied quickly.

"Not what?"

"This Mr. Holmes. My name's Basil Rathbone." came the confused answer, a convincing lie (he had to make this man believe it).

"Really? Then you don't know a Mr. Potter?"

"Th-The book series? What kind of person are you to kidnap a man from his home?!" he allowed the hysteria to reach a certain point before he hid his face against his bruised shoulder.

"Weak, sir. This is not the one we're looking for... Get rid of him."

"No Avery. We send Mr. Potter a message anyway. Mr. Rathbone, if that is your name, my apologies. Stupfey!" Sherlock lolled in his chains as the red spell struck the wards woven into his clothing, pretending to be limp even as he sent his Talent racing through the Earth beneath him.

"Yaxley, I think he's just a Muggle. That was too strong."

"Quiet. Mr. Potter should get his gift in a-Merlin, what was that?!" The earth shook again, rumbling and sending a message in Morse Code for John to feel. "I do not think Mr. Rathbone is quite all he seems. Terra Revelo." The wash of green laced with teal almost made him break cover. "Aqua e Terra Revelo. We have a slumbering Elemental on our hands and a Mated one at that. Evigilare faciatis*."

"Oh, my head..." he made to rub his temple when the chain restricted his movement.

"Mr. Rathbone, it seems you were lying."

"What?" Sherlock blinked rapidly, shaking his head before deciding to fake a worse headache. "Ohhhh... Did you hit me in the head with a bloody chair or something?"

"Do you know anything about Elementals?" Yaxley questioned, his beady eyes roaming over Sherlock's face.

"It's a family thing?" John kicked in the door with his Browning pointed directly at Yaxley's heart. "There you are, John."

"Incarcerous." Severus lazily drawled as he stepped into the room. "Yaxley and... Avery? The Ministry ought to have a good time with you."

"Traitor!" Avery hissed as he struggled towards his wand but froze as Sherlock snatched up both as Severus nonverbally unlocked his shackles. "You are Holmes!"

"It's called acting. You should try it sometime when you're in a cell." he quipped dryly as he examined the wands. "Insecure, incompetent and subject to an incontinence curse. A terrible combination, if I'm any judge. No wonder your Line is dying out. Stupidity obviously runs through it and doesn't help you one bit when it comes to casting. Smart enough to fake your own death but not smart enough to stay hidden." He deduced casually as he snapped the one he knew was Avery's. "Obviously made under pressure and not the best for anything. Core is even weaker, unwillingly taken from a Runespoor." Avery made a strangled noise of pain. "Is that what it does?"

"Maniac." Yaxley spit out as he watched Sherlock turn his own, much better made wand. "Snapping wands is Taboo!"

"Says who?"

"Wizarding Laws."

"Right of Conquest." he murmured casually as he started to bend the wand to test the springiness. "Houses Prince, Potter and Holmes claim this right. Technically we don't need to hand you over to the Ministry."

-FLASHBACK-

He's in his element, eyes catching details insignificant to the MET as he processes the crime.

"Suicide pact that turned into a crime of passion. Suspect has returned no less than eight times to the scene, twice in the rain, as evidenced here and here. Crossdresses as a male, though she will visit as a female." Dimmock looked at him oddly when he texted John and Harry. "Build is slender, almost a meter in the heels, fake blonde with brunette ends. Hazel eyes." He walked away from the scene, slipping into an alleyway on the way home. All he saw was a flash of red as he slumped to the ground.

-END FLASHBACK-

"As far as I see it, Yaxley, Wizarding Law says you are in the wrong." Sherlock resists the urge to purr as the man's mouth opens and closes with no sound coming out. "That's what I thought."

He's engulfed in a very tight group hug made of Harry and their children when he opens the door.

"I am perfectly alright save some light chaffing. Please tell me that no one called Myc?"

"I saw it with my cameras, Sherlock. I sent your husband and lover after you." came the snarky reply from the living room.

"I didn't need your help." he snarls, baring his teeth before he's hugged by Albus. "Al?"

"Scared the crap out of me when you vanished from my shields..." came the muffled answer as John's son clung to him. John shrugged as the other two joined in on the puppy-pile.

"Pére, that was not a good thrill." Elieen murmured as she breathed in his scent. Lily just looked at him with those ridiculously large grey eyes... He caved, wrapping his arms around his children, his chin resting against the messy highlighted hair of his only son.

"You look like a Dragon with them all curled up to you like that." Harry giggled lightly, shaking his head at the cubs' antics.

"What do you think, my Dragonlings?" he asked as they held tight.

"Stay." was Elieen's answer.

"No more cases for two days." Lily chirruped as Albus sighed. The middle child just stayed close, humming when Sherlock reached a hesitant hand up to pet him. The girls left and Sherlock was further confused when Albus refused to leave.

"Albus?" he asked gently as he scooped up their son and sat on the couch. "What's wrong?"

"Papa and Father passed on their abilities as well as Talents. You're the constant buzz in the back of my mind and when you vanished... It freaked me out a lot. You're the only one that doesn't fade or change."

"A constant, your focus grip on your Mage powers?" he murmurs as he cards his fingers through the perpetually messy hair, black interwoven into blond which slides into a rich brunette.

"You're not the only one but yours is the most soothing." Green eyes so very much like Harry's look up with soft amusement. "Daddy's second and a lot calmer than yours when I need to meditate."

"You like someone." he observes in a casual tone as he continues the scalp massage. Albus stiffens but relaxes as Sherlock waits for the answer.

"... He's older."

"How much older?" it's only because he's curious that he even asks that question. Age is not really a matter in their household to be honest.

"See, this is why I like you best sometimes... Charlie Weasley. We're pen-pals because the Muggle-Studies teacher insisted we write but he specified that we had to pick a foreign place. The letters are charmed to read as the native language but Charlie was the one who volunteered for the programme. We've been trading letters for months. I know it's silly. It's not like Scorp wouldn't understand it but I needed to tell at least one of you. Am I being weird?"

"No." Sherlock looked around before sending his son a understanding grin. "We've all got secrets that our parents know. My Father knew that I wanted to be a pirate when I was younger." That got the response he wanted; Albus giggle-snorted before full-out laughing. "Besides, you could do so much worse. You could bring home a dullard."

"Pére!"

"Charlie is an expert in his field. You know I don't tolerate fools." he defends with a laugh of his own. "Any news on who your sisters like?"

"Well, Lily's clearly into Scorp. Eli's... harder to pick out but I think she likes Lorcan." Albus mutters as his head lolls to the side, demanding more petting.

Life returns to as normal as it can get with two Talents and two Wizards with triplets on summer holiday. They head to the coast to enjoy the sun and recreational activities. Holkham Hall was on their list of things to see. Gringotts pre-planned the private tour, knowing that Harry's (mundane and Magical) title would speed things along greatly.

"Lord Potter it is an honor." Albus tugged Sherlock over to a Old Master painting, humming at the feel of the painting. "Sir, please don't touch that-"

"My son knows that." Harry's tone is pleasant but his expression is displeased. "Al, you like it?"

"It's quite nice, Papa. A Claude Lorraine if I'm not mistaken. It's wonderful." The laughter in their son's voice makes Sherlock flash a smile at the flustered female guide.

"My apologies sir."

"It's alright, Miss. Most children don't appreciate the finer points of art." he purrs smoothly.

"Sherlock. Don't make that poor woman faint!" John hisses as Sherlock non-verbally flirts with the increasingly red young woman.

"Why ever not, my wolf?" Feeling mischievous as he hadn't in months, he moves onto his next tactic only to find Severus looking down at him with amusement. "Must you spoil my fun..." Sherlock grouches but glances over at Harry, who is busy calming her down with his disarming smiles and casual conversation on the artwork. "Mmmr, but I really wanted to make her faint. I haven't tested that older men are a turn-on in younger women."

John snorts as he cards his hand back through his military length cut with a shake of his head. He'd cut it after Lily's friends had singed at least half of the mid-back length; it gave him the excuse to go back to the haircut that all of them seemed to prefer. "You turn on anyone who isn't a complete eunuch or deprived of their senses, Sherlock. Don't push your luck."

Sherlock hugs John from behind and manages to keep said position until the tour ends. He hears the woman discuss with a co-worker, which confirms his theory.

"He was insanely gorgeous and had cheekbones that could cut glass."

"Are you serious?" the blonde nodded, her face flushing again.

"Blue eyes, really tall, dressed pretty sharply. He flirted with me... At least I think he did. I'm hoping he's single. You don't see guys like that pass through often."

"You might want to reign in your tongue, luv. I think he's taken."

"What? Oh. He's been hugging that guy ever since he flirted. I think they're just really close friends of Lord Potter's."

The brunette shook her head and pointed out their bands with as much tact as she could manage. "Lizzie, they've got matching rings. I don't know about you, but I think they got married ages ago."

"What? You're sure?" The aforementioned Lizzie's head whipped around to see Sherlock smile into John's hair.

"Yes. Right there on their left hands. Pretty visible if you ask me... Those are titanium bands."

"Oh. Then why was he flirting with me? He's married." He actually laughed at her scandalized tone. "And happy, by the looks of it."

"My wolf, you do indulge me more than you should. Want to throw her a bit?" he croons into his husband's ear, pressing a kiss to John's neck.

"Ask Sev if he's feeling up to it. Shock the general populace why don't you..." John hums as he leans into Sherlock's frame. "Not like you do it because you can so long as you are able to run about like a madman, Mr. Holmes."

"Oh believe me, husband mine, I intend to make as much havoc as I can while I can. There is no doubt about that. No, I won't tarnish Kitten's well-maintained mundane reputation. I just wanted to see if you'd be terribly bothered by it." He was gifted with John's warm laughter, which caused a good deal of the other tours to look in their direction.

"Is that-?"

"Oh wow! Sherlock Holmes..."

Sherlock makes a noise that might have been misconstrued as a noise of horror."Fans, John. Make them go away."

"I thought you liked an audience for your genius?" now it's John who's teasing.

"No, just you and our family. Everyone else is an idiot."

"If you say so my genius." With that comment tossed over his shoulder, John joined the rest of their family. Sherlock leaned against the doorway and smiled at the sight of his chosen family enjoying themselves. To think John started it all by asking for sugar...

Ending A/N: I apologize to the various fans of this! I never meant to take so long on this chapter as it is the finale!

Thank you to everyone who stuck it out and loved this!

*Awaken in Latin

Ages in DMM:Ww?

Sherlock- 49

John- 54

Harry- 44

Severus- 65