Our Little Raven

Summary: Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes met one Harry Potter, whom had left the wizarding world after the defeat of Voldemort, eight years ago, and quickly fell for the wizarding hero. Harry, Sherlock, and Mycroft were in a triadic relationship before Harry disappeared seven years ago. What happens after Sherlock stumbles upon Harry, hurt and left for dead in the streets of London? What happens after Harry is healed from his injuries and he asks for his lovers and their friends to help him with a new war in the Wizarding World?

Pairings: Sherlock/Harry/Mycroft, Lestrade/John, Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Fred/George

A/N: So a few things! First: I still exist. Second: I will be taking a look at the other stories I have started and seeing which ones I want to list as abandoned and which ones I will be working on. Third: I read a brilliant story the other day involving a Sherlock/Harry/Mycroft pairing as was like 'I like that idea! I want that pairing!' SO! I'm going to borrow the pairing for now! If you want to read the story, go check out Food For Thought by the lovely WyrdSmith! Fourth: My Sherlock and Mycroft will be a little bit out of their normal characters, especially Sherlock! It's more of an emotional side of Sherlock. If this bothers you, then stop reading now and go find something where Sherlock is in character 100% of the time and that cold, aloof, intelligent bastard that he is (though I adore him for that stuff). Anyways, thanks for the read and enjoy!

Rating: Rated M for mature. AKA THERE WILL BE SEX SCENES AND IF YOU ARE A YOUNG KID DO NOT READ THIS! YOU'LL BE TRAUMATIZED FOR LIFE!

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, incest, triadic relationships, war, out of character characters, Dumbledore bashing, male/male relationships (and a lot of them), sex scenes (eventually)

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I just like taking them and playing with them! The mind can create some brilliant things! I'll return them when the story is at its end loves! Until then…. *sticks tongue out playfully at the original creators*

Chapter One: Do You Know Where Our Lover Is?

In a little wooded area just outside of London, stood Mycroft Holmes' house (small mansion really). It was out of the way but close enough to London where he could get to his "minor" government job easily. It was a stormy evening, and the area was void of any humans outside, except for one who was hurrying towards the house cradling another human. The normally curly hair of the one and only Sherlock Holmes was plastered to his forehead as he ran as best as he could. He carried a small human, cradling him close to his chest under his long coat as best as he could. At first glance you would think that Sherlock was carrying a young boy in his arms, but really he was carrying a 25 year old male.

Sherlock got into the house, his eyes wild with worry and rain dripping onto the hardwood floors. He hurried through the dim hallways towards Mycroft's (and his…and Harry's) master suite, his mind racing with worry for his precious cargo. It had been seven years, seven years of worry, seven years of searching, seven years of longing for the injured creature he carried with him…

The morning had started as a tragedy. Harry was gone. He had gone into London for a brief trip to grab something for his loves when he disappeared. Gone without a trace. Sherlock paced the length of the bedroom, uncharacteristically showing just how worried he was. Mycroft had raced from the room to go to his office when John had come and told them that Harry was gone and that eye witnesses say he was snatched and gone within an instant. Mycroft had left 13 hours ago to try and use every avenue that he had access to thanks to his job (and that was just about everything minus the few things The Queen herself would not let him use) to find their little raven.

Sherlock ran a hand through his hair. They had met Harry last year when he moved into the empty apartment in 221 on Baker Street, 221C. Sherlock and Mycroft hadn't shared interest in a person like they did with Harry in quite sometime, and never had they agreed to share him somehow, should Harry be so willing. Surprisingly, Harry had approached them and told them quite clearly that he wanted them both and if they had an issue with it, they could just fuck off. Quickly, the three fell in love with each other, and it was because of Harry that Mycroft and Sherlock realized why no one person could interest them for long: it was because there was no one out in the world for them but each other… and Harry. The only people who knew about the three were Greg Lestrade, Doctor John Watson, and the Queen of England herself, and that was all the people who actually needed to know about the triad.

Sherlock, John, Lestrade, and Harry all moved out to Mycroft's place outside of London, living together in relative ease and peace. Harry had told the four about his past, the war, and the magic that coursed through his veins. It was then that Mycroft had revealed that Sherlock and himself had had private training in the magical world themselves, and possessed wands, but rarely used them.

Now, their little raven was gone and Sherlock was panicking. Mycroft had not gotten in touch all day which was not a good sign. John and Lestrade had left to go and try to find him themselves, although Sherlock knew they wouldn't. If Mycroft couldn't, no one could.

Sherlock turned as the door slammed open and a very disheveled Mycroft came into the room. He looked at Sherlock, his eyes empty and haunted as he strolled over to his younger brother/ lover. Mycroft pulled Sherlock into a tight embrace, for once not wanting to snap at Sherlock for uncharacteristically falling apart. He himself could feel tears streaming down his face and drip into Sherlock's hair as Sherlock soaked his shirt. That night, they climbed into the same bed for the first time without that raven haired, green eyed beauty and clung to each other as they hurt and longed for the one who brought them together, the one who fit in between them perfectly at night. They wanted their Harry but he had popped away from existence it had seemed, without a trace that anyone could find…