[HP & Sherlock] First Love in Britain

One day during the holidays, Sita clutched a piece of paper. The handwriting was clear,

and unmistakably her own: Sherlock Holmes, wand.

Sita was puzzled. She couldn't understand why she'd written this out of nowhere.

Besides, she'd searched the entire wizarding world and couldn't find anyone named Sherlock Holmes,

or anyone who'd even heard of the name. At a loss for what to do, she was about to forget about it when, unexpectedly,

she crashed into the real Sherlock on the frozen surface of the Thames.

"Clumsy Muggle!" - Sita Scamander

"Stupid goldfish!" - Sherlock Holmes

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Later, Sherlock's memories returned, and he asked Sita,

"Actually, that night I was going to ask you what the Amortentia smelled like."

"The papery scent of old books, the air in the Forbidden Forest, and something grassy and slightly sweet."

Sita grew thoughtful, as if she'd gone back to her school days at Hogwarts.

Back then, sitting in class, she hadn't known where the last scent came from. It wasn't until later that she realized

it was the scent of the bluebells growing in front of the house where they'd first met.

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Although Sita came to dislike Sherlock at times, whenever she thought of their first meeting, her resentment would disappear.

Sita thought she'd always remember that day: it was summer, a gentle breeze stirred the air, and the faintest floral scent hung in it.

The little boy from the Holmes family, with eyes like hers, stood amid all that greenery, blushing as he pretended to be a grown-up and called her Miss Sita.

Though in the end she discovered that Sherlock simply had heterochromia, and his eyes only appeared different colors depending on the light.

As for them resembling hers, that was just luck. Still, whether his curly hair was paired with blue, green, or gray eyes, he was adorable.

Thanks to the good impression their first meeting had made, no matter how shocking Sherlock's words or inappropriate his behavior became in the days that followed, Sita kept choosing to put up with him, again and again, and firmly supported every decision he made.

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I'll be fixing typos from time to time.

This story will probably be a long one. I want to write through to Sherlock's retirement and beekeeping,

then show him old and frail while his older wife is still strong and healthy.

They won't have children. They might adopt, or they might not.

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