p class="MsoNormal"Sherlock's POV:/p
p class="MsoNormal"Mr. Potter sat at the edge of his chair./p
p class="MsoNormal""You understand that no one, sorcerer and human alike, must have no idea Moriarty exists." Mr. Potter must think I'm idiotic. Of course, I know that./p
p class="MsoNormal""I understand. But, I could not kill him. Moriarty walks free, and even more dangerous than before." It hurt to choke those words out of my mouth. I know my position was revoked years ago, but somehow I still feel that responsibility weighing heavy on my shoulders./p
p class="MsoNormal""We both know he couldn't care less about the secrecy of the wizarding world. What could possibly make him more deadly?" Mr. Potter inquired./p
p class="MsoNormal""He has made a Horcrux."/p
p class="MsoNormal"John's POV:/p
p class="MsoNormal"I returned to the flat. It looked just the same, but with a few more layers of dust. His violin sat untouched on its stand. Mrs. Hudson ran after me./p
p class="MsoNormal""I couldn't bare cleaning the place out or even cleaning it for that matter. He never liked me dusting." I could see the pain between her lighthearted statements./p
p class="MsoNormal""I guess I came to just let go. Know that all of those adventures were real and no one can tell me different." I said./p
p class="MsoNormal""Are you immigrating?" Mrs. Hudson always asked the oddest questions./p
p class="MsoNormal""No. No. Certainly not! But, I think that we should clean this stuff out." I felt a lump in my throat./p
p class="MsoNormal""Do you really think you'll be okay?" She asked./p
p class="MsoNormal""Yes, I'm proposing tonight. It's time to move on." I said./p
p class="MsoNormal""What's his name?" Mrs. Hudson looked oddly interested in my personal life./p
p class="MsoNormal""It's a woman, and her name is Mary," I answered. This was a daily thing when I was living with Sherlock. She always thought we were dating./p
p class="MsoNormal""A woman! Wow! You really have moved on!" She put her hands on her hips and let out a laugh, "Well I'll just let you say your final goodbyes to the place."/p
p class="MsoNormal"I could barely hear her footsteps down the stairs. I found myself checking the fridge. A head sat in the back. It was rotting. On instinct, I turned around to yell at Sherlock who would be sitting or lying on his chair. He would respond, 'It's for science John!' But, when I turned around only his violin sat staring./p
p class="MsoNormal"What should I do with the violin? Should I keep it? Should I throw it away? What should I do with all this stuff? The stack of books haphazardly thrown on the desk. Sherlock's computer. The furniture. I couldn't keep all of it. What would it say about me if I keep it? What would it say about me if I sold it? Mary will help me decide./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Sherlock's POV:/p
p class="MsoNormal"I could barely contain my excitement. The Ministry had voted to give me permission to ask for John's help tracking down Moriarty. With my trusty trench coat, back on I braved the streets of London once more. Mrs. Hudson was out, at least for a little while. Soon I found myself tuning my violin and peering over sheet music. But, I wasn't here to play the violin. My eyes scanned the room before I shut the curtains and locked the flat door. I shuffled to my bedroom, making as little noise as possible. I felt a wave of nostalgia as I slid a small ornate box from under my bed. Inside a 12 ½ inch, birch, dragon blood core wand laid daring me to touch it and let the magic flow through my veins once more. A firebolt was lifeless on the windowsill. With my wand, back in hand and a firebolt at my side I apparated for the first time in years./p
p class="MsoNormal"Mycroft had spoken with me about the whereabouts of John, oddly he stated that John may not be happy to see me. Why would that be? A girlfriend maybe? Possibly a new best friend? My breath caught in my throat. It couldn't be! I'm irreplaceable! Ready or not, John, Sherlock Holmes is back from the dead!/p
p class="MsoNormal"John's POV:/p
p class="MsoNormal"Tonight. Tonight, I will ask Mary. She has been my light in these dark times, and I know I will never be more in love. I contemplated what my exact words would be while she was in the restroom./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hello sir, what can I get for you." An annoying waiter said in a French accent. I prayed to any higher power that may be listening that he stays out of my business and lets me talk with Mary in peace. But, I knew, with my crazy life, that will not be the case./p