Hiya this is my first fic so please review I would love to know what you guys think! I don't own any of these characters, they belong to JK Rowling and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, although I did make up a few of my own. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I emerged from the chimney with coughs and splutters, choking on the floo powder's horrid smell reaching to my lungs. I stepped out from the darkened corner and was greeted by Mrs Weasley's open arms and a pat on the back, where I awkwardly stood staring over her head at the plates and cutlery washing itself over the sink.

"Sherlock! So lovely to see you again my dear…oh! And here comes John!" The Gryffindor stumbled out not-so-gracefully onto her carpet, and without a moment to breathe, she also launched into a hug. He gave me a weak smile over her shoulder, and then she rushed off past me. "I must get Ron and Harry, they're just upstairs if you want to see them,"

"Harry's here?" John exclaimed excitedly. I rolled my eyes and nodded yes.

"Of course he's here, if you actually used your eyes for once then you would see there's another pair of shoes by the door…and by the look of the fresh mud on the bottom of them, he's only just arrived," But he wasn't listening, he was already half way up the stairs. I followed him more slowly, admiring the pictures on the walls and tired faces on most of the Weasleys.

Harry and John were already playing a game of Wizard's chess on the floor, and Harry simply watched and observed. When he saw me emerging, he leapt to his feet and also hugged me. What is it with people's affection today?

"It's good to see you again Sherlock! Looking forward to going back to school for sixth year?" I smiled weakly.

"If I'm being honest, yes. But for learning purposes, of course. I'm desperate to learn some more transfiguration skills from McGonagall," Harry laughed and stared down at Ron.

"Sorry about him, he just gets really involved in the game because he's just such a-,"

"Crap John!" Ron exclaimed, annoyed. John held his stomach in laughter.

"I won! Again!" Ron flipped over the board so the chess pieces went flying, but it was only a few seconds after they picked themselves back up again and sat back down on the board. I was just about to ask Ron how they did that, when Mrs Weasley's voice boomed up in the house. "Boys! We need to leave now if we're going to be at the station in time,"

I was already off, grabbing my suitcase and rushing down the stairs. I was only halfway down when I realised that I'd forgotten my wand, and I raced back up, grabbed my wand, and ran back again.

"Hurry up!" Ron called for me and I rolled my eyes at my slowness. Then, without more hesitation, I launched myself into the little blue car and sighed heavily. It was going to be a long journey.

It took just under three hours to get to Kings Cross Station. With a few minutes to spare, we packed our cases on board and raced onto the train to try and get our own compartment. Unfortunately, they were all full of anxious first years and raucous fourth years, until I found one containing only one particular blonde with a glare sharper than glass.

His glare softened when he saw me, inviting me in. "Oh, it's only you, Sherlock…are you alone?" I shook my head no, and Draco groaned.

"I'm guessing Potter, Weasley and Granger?"

"Sort of. Hermione's running late so it's just Ron, Harry and John," Draco snorted. "How fantastic. To share with a bunch of bloody Gryffindors! I suppose you'll have to let them in, seeing as this is the only space left," I smiled at him to which he smirked back, and I called the others in. Ron clambered in boisterously, but halted when he saw Draco sitting with a sneaky smile tapped on his face.

"Malfoy?" Ron said confused, but his confusion only lasted seconds as it soon turned to anger. I lay my hand on his shoulders, pushing him down on the seat furthest away from Malfoy. "Well this is just bloody great…having to share with bloody Malfoy of all people…" he carried on grumbling as John, Harry and Hermione walked in. Hermione smiled at me, but seemed wary of Malfoy's presence in the room. I sat down next to Draco as it appeared no-one else would, and we began to talk to each other in quiet voices about the past summer.

"Me and mother just stayed in the mansion," he began with a wary voice, "Unfortunately for me, father heard about the…incident last year and wasn't happy. So my mother kicked him out after many arguments and we haven't heard from him since," he smiled, more genuinely this time. "It's nice to know you feel safe in your own home," I smiled back, glad that his summer was more successful than my own boring one. After, I decided to deduce some of the people in this room, starting with the strange glint in Draco's eyes. It seemed different from the other years…losing its mischievousness and gaining something I couldn't quite catch onto. All while staring at Harry. And Harry staring back, until he finally broke the gaze and looked away. I raised an eyebrow, curious as to what that interaction meant. Oh well, I thought, I'll just have to wait and see.