Title: Risen from Darkness

Summary: Found and raised by a murdering mastermind. Rescued and adopted by a genius detective and a war veteran. Invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Just your regular, damaged war orphan.

World: Sherlock Holmes and Harry Potter

Author's Note: The prison from the first chapter is based on the one from the last Batman movie. Though there's no worry on Marie killing Harry so soon, if she decides to kill him at all. Here's a bit on Marie's life with John and Sherlock.

Chapter Three:

Harry Potter stared at the unknown girl, yes he knew her name was Marie Holmes thanks to the fountain of knowledge that was Hermione, but he didn't know who she was. For all he knew, she could have been Voldemort in disguise and waiting for the perfect moment to kill him. Her smile, as Hermione laid the girl's known past bare for them, did not reach her eyes. He noticed that her eyes, though cold and frozen, were sad, so very, very sad and dangerous. Before Hermione could choose the seat next to Marie, he claimed it. Harry could feel something close to anger and annoyance rise inside of Marie even though it was tightly shielded and decided that it would be better to head Hermione off before she could further infuriate the unknown girl. "You live in London?" His random question threw her rising anger off course and drew curiosity to her aura.

"Yes, for the past few years at least."

"And you've only starting Hogwarts now? Were you homeschooled?" Surprisingly, it was Ron who asked those two questions.

"I was tutored." A careless shrug of her shoulders followed her words while she didn't offer any details.

Even though she seemed perfectly content, there was something about the way that she was carefully and slowly moving that reminded Harry of a caged animal. From her seat by the window, she was twisted in such a position that she could clearly see the three of them. Her unblinking eyes watched their every movement and his. He knew, simply knew, that she was watching him, was wary of him.

The silence was beginning to become awkward and as Hermione opened her mouth to speak, the girl replaced the ear buds, pointedly ignoring Hermione's look of shock at a non-Magical device working on a Magical train. Her sad, bitter eyes closed and she leaned against the window, apparently having quickly fallen asleep. She couldn't be.

John Watson drank his bitter coffee and sighed as its effect began to make itself sharply known. "Thank you, Lestrade, for bringing Marie here. Where exactly did you say you found her?" Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked at the grey haired detective sitting across from him and the girl that had been adopted by Sherlock and himself. The girl who, apparently, had snuck away from the flat during the middle of the night due to boredom and was now innocently sitting next to the grim Detective Inspector far too early in the morning who was attempting to explain how the girl found herself in the middle of a bust.

"The station received a call about a suspect taking a young girl to his home."

"The young girl being Marie."

"Yes."

"So why is she covered in blood?"

"The suspect and his accomplices became hostile at our arrival."

"Mhm, and Marie was with the suspect when he was shot and that's why she's covered in blood?"

"Not exactly. There were shots and-"

"She killed them." Sherlock walked out of his bedroom, crossbow in hand. "Red is a good color on you, Marie. We shall have to change the colors in your wardrobe accordingly." The stoic girl nodded at the genius detective's words over her cup of hot chocolate, not at all bothered by the still drying blood that covered her body. John winced at the crackling sound as her skin moved under the mostly dried blood. Flakes of it fell off her and clumps of hair stuck together.

"Wha-bu-she's a child, Sherlock!"

The odd light eyes of Sherlock Holmes focused onto John Watson with something akin to sorrow that flickered briefly in his gaze. "That, dear Watson, is where you are wrong. She is no more a child than a soldier in the field of battle."