Summary: Caesarea Lissette Kira Potter (femHarry!) thought that after she had finally defeated the dark Lord Voldemort her life would have gone back to normal. Well as normal as it could ever be when you were considered famous in the Wizarding world. However with friends abandoning her when she needs them the most, a crazy headmaster supposedly come back from the dead and death eaters out for revenge Caesarea has no choice but to hide. It's just her luck that she moves into 221C Baker Street where she will meet past friends that she never thought she would see again.

Disclaimer: none of this belongs to us it belongs to J. K. Rowling, to the BBC and to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Co-written with my friend Emma.

Chapter 1: Moving to 221C Baker Street

The rain was never ending but she was used to such weather after living in the very heart of Scotland for most of her teen years. The rain pattered against her pale cheeks causing them to sting from the bitter cold. Her midnight black hair fought to come free from the hood of her thick coat that she held with freezing hands to keep upon her head as the strong wind blew around her. She hoped she wouldn't get a cold but knew it was rather hopeless as she could already feel her throat becoming sore and she had already sneezed multiple times through her walk to her new home. She had forgotten to exchange some money into the correct currency which was the only reason she hadn't caught a taxi the very minute she had walked onto the rainy streets.

A relieved sigh left her lips as she turned the corner and caught the sign that read Baker Street. Hurrying her strides she soon reached a solid black door with the letters 221B written in the centre however the B was sat crookedly causing her to smile in amusement. She wouldn't bother to straighten it she decided with a smile as she quite liked the oddness of it to all the other door numbers. Knocking on the door with her knuckles she waited for someone to answer as she stood on the front step trying to keep out of the rain with the little cover provided from the roof overlay.

She stood at an angle that allowed her to keep an eye on anything that was going on upon the street from each direction. Ever since she had decided to leave her last home her paranoia had started to act on overdrive. She could always feel that a pair of eyes were upon her making her act overly cautious which in a way was a good thing as she needed to use all the tricks up her sleeve in order to go undetected from the people she had run from. A relieved sigh left her lips as she heard the sound of footsteps from the other side of the door move closer towards her. Soon she would be out of this terrible weather and hopefully her possessions would arrive soon. The delivery men she had paid to deliver her things to the house had promised that they wouldn't take more than an hour to arrive however she would give them an extra half an hour to get through all the traffic in this weather.

Shaking her head slightly to get rid of her distracting thoughts she smiled just as the door was swung open by an older woman probably in her early sixties. Her hair was starting to grey and age lines lined her brow however the woman was like a ray of sunshine smiling at her in welcome before ushering her into the entrance hall complaining about the weather all the while. "Hello dear you must be Miss Potter?" The old lady asked, "I'm Mrs Hudson you're landlady, we spoke on the phone." She said happily. "Now dear you take off that wet coat and hang it up to dry or you'll catch a cold." She said motherly as she took her wet clothing and hanged it up on a coat rack by the door. Taking a look she caught side of a long black trench coat and a blue scarf however she quickly forgot about the particular items of clothing as she hurried to follow Mrs Hudson further into the building.

"Now just this way dear. I'm afraid your flat is down these stairs here and well there hasn't been any tenants in 221C for quite a while I'm afraid so the place will probably need a bit of TLC. I hope you don't mind dear but I was unable to do it myself you see. I have a rather bad hip." She explained as she stopped in front of a door with 221C written in silver standing boldly on the front. "That's perfectly fine Mrs Hudson. I'm rather a hard worker it shouldn't take me long to get everything cleaned."

"Thank you dear," Mrs Hudson smiled before searching in her pockets for something. "Now here is your key and you'll just have to sign the lease and the flat is all yours." Mrs Hudson said handing over a medium sized key the exact same colour of silver which matched the writing on the door. Caesarea thanked Mrs Hudson as she placed the key in her pocket so she could sign the lease and finally move into her new flat. As she read through the document certain phrases caused her to frown in confusion especially as she came to a peculiar line that stated no body parts were to be left lying around the hallway. However the lease seemed reasonable enough if she ignoring the peculiar lines so she quickly signed the lease.

Once the lease was handed back to Mrs Hudson she checked it over quickly before signing it herself then she smiled at Caesarea. "Thank you dear that all seems to be in order. Once you've settled in a bit I'll come back in two hours so I can introduce you to the boys. What do you say?" She asked kindly. "That will be fine Mrs Hudson. I'll see you in a few hours." She replied and with that Caesarea entered her new flat 221C Baker Street. However looking around as she entered a groan left her lips as she took in the state of her new home. She would definitely have her work cut out for her to get the place looking even remotely habitable.