Chain of Drabbles
Cello & Violin
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Sherlock Holmes
Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!
Pairing for the chapter: Harry/Sherlock Holmes
Warnings: none
Prompt: Cello & Violin
Harry was 15 years old when he started with the cello, mostly it was to try and stay out of trouble and out of Umbridge's radar. He played mostly in the room or requirement after classes until dinner, and then on his room, under a silencing charm. It did keep him out of most trouble, though he did get a detention or two with the toad/hag hybrid.
When under stress from the class, he played. When he was trying to figure something out, he played. When Voldemort sent him dreams, he played. When he needed a plan, he played. When he needed peace of mind, needed to figure something out, needed to get away, needed a break from life, needed a break from homework... he played.
By the end of his 7th year he was an intermediate player, nowhere near enough to be a master, but no slouch either. Ron and Hermione found it odd at first, but as Harry was calmer after his 'sessions' they supported him, had even cajoled him into playing out of the silencing charm for the whole Gryffindor Tower, much to the pleasure of some students who had been curious about what the hell he was doing with a gigantic instrument like the cello.
The final battle had come and gone by the time he reached his mastery of the Cello and, wanting to get out of the Wizard World for a bit, moved into a two-room flat on 221B Baker Street, the basement flat. The rent was cheap and Mrs. Hudson was a lovely old woman.
But then he met Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson. Oh he liked John Watson well enough, the man had been in the army and seen an army and Harry could sympathize with that. But Holmes? The first time they had met Sherlock had tried to tell him his life story, which Harry replied with a definitely unimpressed 'I do know my own life story, Mr. Holmes, now if you'd be so kind as to leave?'
It wasn't until the first week, and his first case with the Unspeakables that Harry played the cello again, it was so he could see a way into the puzzle of information that he got, and it helped. Specially when the sound of a violin came through the walls.
The next time Harry and Sherlock met, it was to exchange two sentences before they parted ways.
"You never told me you played the cello." Sherlock accused.
"Just like you never told me you play the violin." Harry stated, and left.
The music continued, with each of them playing a complimenting melody when they heard the hint of a violin or cello sound. The one to change their relationship for the last time was Sherlock.
"You were sad last night." Sherlock stated, staring into the green eyes of the man he had come to appreciate.
"And you were angry, it happens, Mr. Holmes." Harry tried to get around the man, when a hand grabbed him, only to be met with oddly expressive blue eyes.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
And Harry agreed. They talked, they played, they laughed and eventually Harry ended up in Sherlock's bed, and the Consulting Detective never let him leave