It had been nearly nine years since Sherlock and John had adopted young Harry Potter. Nine years of fun, adventure, and the occasional danger. Nine years of wonderful christmases, exciting birthdays, and always having the coolest parents. At least that's how Harry saw it. Sure he knew that Sherlock and John weren't his parents, but they were as good as his parents. They were his parents.

Harry was smart. He was so insanely smart that Sherlock hadn't even been certain the boy needed school. John would always give him chocolate cake as a reward for a good report card, and Sherlock wouldn't say anything, but Harry could tell the man was proud. Harry understood Sherlock. Sherlock was brutally honest, a bit thick about people's emotions, and didn't value people unless they were useful or smart. Every time John got upset with Sherlock, Harry would go to John's room and sit with him, explaining that if Sherlock didn't value John, that John would have been out of his life a long time ago. It seemed to help the situation a bit, so Harry would continue to do it, no matter what.

All around the house there were plenty of signs Harry was there and important. There were photographs of his first bicycle, his first solved case -The case of the missing doll-, winning a science contest held by his school, and pictures of the three of them, always happy. 221b Baker Street held no signs that Harry had ever been unhappy, or been anything but theirs.

Harry had been asleep at the moment, but not for long.

"Harry! Time to wake up! breakfast will be ready soon!" John's voice rang in the room, and Harry was excited. Today marked the day, officially, that Harry belonged to Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. This day, every year, was a day they celebrated.

"Don't forget to wear something comfortable, we're going to the zoo today." John added, and Harry couldn't help but smile. He quickly got dressed in a well fitting pair of jeans and a nice jumper John got him. His hair shaggy and sticking in every direction, but he liked it. It made him look more like Sherlock, his father. He had green eyes like him too, He wore glasses, which were nice, round framed, black glasses. John and Sherlock had them be dark so Harry wouldn't loose them as often. He rarely took them off as his vision was so poor, but John said they suited him, like a signature look. However Sherlock said the scar was enough. On his forehead Harry still had the strangely shaped scar that his aunt and uncle told him was from the car crash where his parents died. They all went with that. It was the best excuse anyone had really.

He had called Sherlock father and John dad for a long time now. When he was little the two had made sure he felt no pressure in calling them anything specific, still, he had wanted to. He imagined he probably would have wanted to with his uncle had his uncle not been so horrible. He went up to Sherlock and John's flat, Sherlock was sitting in his chair, but wasn't in his thinking pose, he was just being calm.

"Morning." He said, noticing his dad rushing around the kitchen, making a delicious smelling breakfast.

"Good morning Harry. Did you look over the case file I left in your room?" Sherlock asked.

"Yessir." Harry said confidently. He knew he had it this time.

"And"

"The maid did it." He said confidently. Sherlock didn't flinch, didn't even move.

"And you know this how?"

"Her alibi was she was getting the post when it happened, but the murder happened on a Sunday. There's no post on Sunday, it was why it was my uncle's favourite day." He said proudly, and his father couldn't help but smile.

"Very good. Who would ever of thought that walrus could have been useful for anything." He said confidently.

"Alright you two, enough murder talk, lets have our breakfast so we can get going. We don't want to miss out on anything." John said, and Harry chuckled as he and his father went to the kitchen table, freshly cleaned and cleared of Sherlock's mess. He sat down across from them, when he remembered something.

"I'll be right back." Harry said and ran to his room, grabbing two boxes from under his bed, pristinely wrapped, each with a label saying "Dad" or "Father". He returned back up and placed them on the table. "I got you two something." He said. John smiled widely, obviously looking touched.

"Harry, you didn't have to get me anything." John said. Harry just smiled widely. The two opened their presents and he saw the looks on their faces. They loved them.

"Harry, when did you get this." John asked.

"Gran took me while you two were out on a case." He explained, smiling at their reactions.

John's was a box of chocolates Harry remembered the man liked, as well as a book of doctor jokes. Sherlock's was a book filled with hardly used, yet funny, words, and their origins, and a new scarf, green, to match his eyes. It was a thinner scarf, so better for cooler days.

"You're always wearing that scarf, and it's too hot for summer, so I thought a thinner one might be nice." Harry said, and Sherlock just smiled.

"Very good Harry, I think you did a marvellous job." Sherlock said, which Harry knew was the closest thing to a thank you Sherlock often offered. "And now it is time for yours." He said, looking to John who nodded. John exited the room for a moment. before bringing back a small box. He opened it up, looking inside and inside was a blue scarf that matched Sherlock's, which made him smile, and a new board game. Harry smiled at the title "Sherlock Holmes's Game of Deduction."

"Uncle Mycroft helped us with that one." John said, knowing Sherlock would never admit to needing his brother's help.

"We can play it together, or you can invite your friends to try. I made it much simpler then your other ones, so even Anderson could probably eventually figure it out." Sherlock said, causing Harry to laugh.

"Alright, we should get going." John said. Once breakfast was done and cleared, the three headed off to the zoo.

It was a sunny saturday morning, and the zoo had plenty of families also enjoying the day. John and Sherlock bough Harry a large chocolate ice cream because the smiling lady in the van asked if he wanted one. Sherlock had been suspicious at first, but it really was just an ice cream van. He knew that had he been with the Dursley's they never would have gotten him something so nice, or at least, that's what he thought as they went in, noticing a large gorilla scratching his head that reminded him a lot of Dudley, minus the blonde hair.

Just as the thought of Dudley entered his mind, he heard the barely familiar tantrum of the annoying boy.

"Mum! I don't want him here! He will spoil it! He spoils everything." He heard and rolled his eyes. He had forgotten it was Dudley's birthday as well, they hadn't run into him on this day before. He felt John put a hand on Harry's back, pulling the boy closer as if to protect him.

"Just ignore them, today is not about them, it's about us." John comforted, and Sherlock just glared at the group they had saved Harry from. They had managed to avoid Harry's old family for the entire morning. The laughed when the reached the walruses, saying how much they looked like Vernon. Lunch was the next run in with the Dursleys, though the two families sat on opposite sides of the restaurant. John had bough Harry a knickerbocker glory with lots of ice cream on top. He could hear Dudley complaining about how Harry's was bigger from across the shop, which made him laugh.

"So, Harry, what do you deduce of your cousin?" Sherlock asked, and harry looked over at his old family.

"He threw a tantrum this morning about the number of presents he got this morning for his birthday, which was one less then the year before, of course his parents bent to his whim and agreed to buy two more to make up for it. You can see the crease lines from Dudley's fake crying, Petunia's desperate attempts to make sure Dudley doesn't think about it, and the fact that Vernon keeps rubbing his pocket where he keeps his wallet, as if rubbing it will increase the amount of money in it. Dudley's also told Vernon that he's joined a sports team at school, but that's a lie, as he's put on weight. I would say he's using the time to slack off with his group, and possibly using any extra money Vernon gives him for more sweets." Harry said, and Sherlock smiled and John held back a chuckle. Normally he would scold Harry for talking about someone like that, but honestly, with the Dursleys, he'd rather just keep quiet about it.

After lunch the three headed to the reptile house, where Dudley and his friend also appeared.

"We can go somewhere else." John offered.

"No, it's fine. Just because they're here doesn't mean they're going to do anything." Harry replied maturely. He noticed Vernon tapping on the glass of the tank with the largest snake inside of it. John and Sherlock were interested in some geckos, so Harry crept away to check out the snake. He wouldn't be surprised if the snake just decided to end it all then and there, after all, if that was the only sort of company the creature got most of the time, he would die of boredom at the very least.

The snake suddenly opened it's beady little eyes, before very slowly moving until it's head was level with Harry's.

It winked.

Harry glanced around, but no one else was paying attention, so Harry returned to looking at the snake, before winking back. It looked off towards Vernon as if to say "I get that all the time".

"It must be dreadfully annoying." Harry said, and the snake nodded. Harry furrowed his brow. How could the snake understand him? As far as he knew he had no snake charming knowledge. Perhaps this type of thing would be useful on a case.

He ended up conversing with the snake for a little, before a deafening shout made both of them jump. Dudley's friend was calling his cousin and old family over to try and see.

"Out of my way!" Dudley yelled before shoving Harry to the side, causing the smaller boy to fall onto the concrete ground.

What happened next came to a surprise, and it happened so fast he could hardly believe it. As Dudley leaned his pudgy face next to the glass, before ending up in the tank himself. The glass was gone, leaving the snake free to escape, but not before turning to thank Harry. His attention was drawn back to the tank where Dudley was, now trapped, as the glass had reappeared. John and Sherlock came over before the Dursleys could even thing of laying a hand on him. They left the reptile room, John looked as puzzled as he felt. Sherlock seemed to feel the same, but there was an underlying emotion that Harry couldn't ignore.

Amusement.

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Author's notes: Sorry for the delay! But this chapter is much longer. This is probably one of my favourite chapters in the original book, so I wanted to keep it close to the original. However, I wanted to mirror it. Show the same sort of events, but where Harry is loved and appreciated. I cut it short because I didn't want to swamp you, and the way I ended it just made me so happy. Please let me know what you think. If you like this story and want to support it to keep it going, click on that vote button. You can join the Angel family by following me here and on my Facebook "Locket Angel" to get updates on how progress is going on many project. Comments, questions, or concerns? Feel free to contact me :) I do not own Harry Potter or Sherlock, nor do I think anything needs to be changed from the originals (Unless I change it, but it's my version of the story :P) I love both very much. This is just for fun.