MUSINGS

A/N: Not native English speaker and I don't own any of the character they belong to JKR and I am not trying to offend anyone by this little fanfic. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please R&R

Italics- talk with him

The Detective

Harry potter, a boy of 15 sat in his room at number four private drive with a faraway look on his face, a look that clearly stated that he is doing some serious thinking.

It was the look that he wears generally nowadays. After the events of the third Task and everything that happened afterwards Harry was at first momentarily glad for the secluded time but when he didn't receive any information from the Wizarding world he grew restless. As Days passed by he was also suffering from the painful tingling from his scar and the anger from being left out like a little kid, after all he is the one who witnessed firsthand the resurrection of Voldemort. His half completed summer assignments lay strewn about the room.

At least his relatives ignored him, apart from the usual chores he stayed mostly in his room. One day, he picked up a book from the junk pile from his room and to distract himself from his thoughts began reading it. From the condition of the book it was totally apparent that his cousin Dudley never read it instead used it to hit someone most probably harry himself.

The book turned out to be about a consultant detective named Sherlock Holmes who was a brilliant man, harry now remembered reading about him in school but he was not sure. The man was amazing and when he deduced, it was generally mast accurate. Harry guessed that the man would definitely have been a Slytherin if ever get sorted and chuckled. Apart from distracting him some lines like "the world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes" and he thought of his first year, their observation led them to the belief that someone was trying to get the stone, of course it was another thing that they suspected Snape instead of Quirell.

Of course we are not Sherlock Holmes and we did got better with time

He finished the book in two days and that is a record time for him then he began searching for more books in his room, and tidying things also. But unfortunately no books on his detective was found but he did find some other novels like 'The Hobbit' and 'To kill a Mockingbird' the others were quite in a bad shape, likely to have suffered Dudley's tantrums, he never liked books but they were a common item in gifting people. Due to the lack of things to do (and he does not want to do work on his assignments) he read the other two books he found legible. He enjoyed them to and vowed to get other books in the series referred at the end of the book when he next visited a bookstore and made a mental note to ask Hermione if Flourish and Blotts* supplied muggle literature.

After the Dementers incident, Harry was back still thinking in his room that how the Dementers came to Little Whinging. He also berated himself for going out if the house but he just went to the bookstore and then to the park. And he willed himself to observe more carefully and as Sherlock said not just to see, but to observe

His favorite past time is to observe and reflect, many times he wondered about Professor Snape,

That man is a mystery worth Mr. Sherlock Holmes he chuckled to himself, how such a vindictive man can do the job of spying or maybe because of his bitter nature he is able to do it. He was not sure

And professor Dumbledore is also quite confusing man

He was just thinking that when he heard a sound from downstairs and it turned out to be the order members who had came to take him away. He carefully packed his newfound books with him, the Dursleys won't miss them, he thought.

And remembered to collect his essays

I surely need Hermione to complete all of them

Up next: The headquarters

Thanks for reading.

Until we meet again

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