Harry POV

I wake up, hot and sweaty, from a horrible nightmare. 'Sherlock and I were in a cemetery, Voldemort emerges from the shadows and shoots Sherlock with an unforgivable curse that he used on my parents. We were young and stupid, only in our 4th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I thought even though we were in different houses nothing could break the bond that we formed on the train, on our way to Hogwarts, in our first year and now he is gone forever like my parents.'

I walk out of my room and see the back of Sherlock's head on his armchair not moving, my heart skips a beat. I think he is dead and that my dream was true, Voldemort has killed Sherlock! I run over to his chair dreading what I will see, a blue face and hands in pyjamas slumping down not breathing.

On the contrary, he is fine. He is sitting on his chair not moving, trying to do a Rubik Cube. I have to restrain myself from punching him in the face for the heart attack I nearly had.

"Oh", he says his mouth making a perfect O shape, "You're awake?"

"Why are you sitting there doing a Rubik Cube instead of looking out for Moriarty!?" I refrain from shouting, going red in the face from anger.

"Tea?" he says innocently, pointing to a cup on the table. "I thought it just appeared every morning but it turns out Mrs Hudson brings it in before we wake up."

'How thoughtful' I think as I look inside it to see if there were any eye balls like previously. My search is in vain but I am still cautious as I sip it, Sherlock is watching me anxiously over the back of his chair which reminds me of a dog looking at his master for a treat.

"What did you do to him?" I ask quietly to know one in particular, as the Polyjuice potion wears off and I see someone I didn't expect and someone completely weird.

GINNY!

"But how a-a-and why?" I stammer shocked and pleased to see her. "What did you do to Sherlock and why aren't you at work or looking after the kids. You know what happens when your mum gets to them they go…"

I never got to finish my sentence because I was pulled into a massive hug which I didn't mind too much.

"I'm guessing that Ron and Hermione are here as well."

As I finished the statement again I was pulled into a massive bear hug by Ron and a petite, quite welcoming hug from Hermione.

"I have to say I am still bracing for a punch in the face with a hard diamond ring impression to be left there by someone who shall remain nameless. 'Cough' Ginny 'cough'. It's nice to see you but you didn't answer my question. Where is Sherlock!?"

Sherlock POV

My head is sore and throbbing, my teeth feel like they are falling out and…and nothing. Nothing else hurts. It is dark and I can't see where I am going. I kick something and it really hurts, I hear toppling, it sounds like books. 'Oh good,' I think, 'I get entertainment but no light to read by.' Suddenly I start to fall, whatever I am standing on is being tilted upside down.

It feels like I have been falling for hours and then blinding light, voices and pain everywhere. I hear shouting and a firm hand under my shoulder pulling me up. Someone plonks me down on a familiar chair.

"I am not leaving him especially since you put him in your handbag!"

'Handbag? I was in her, his, its handbag, but it was massive and dark, there were books. Mountains of books!'

"You have to come Dumbledore is expecting you to come!"

"I'M NOT LEAVING HIM, HE IS UNSTABLE. I know what it is like in there dark, massive and it has mountains of books. (Shudder) I still have nightmares about it."

'When was he in there? How long was I in her, his, its 'handbag' for?'

"And WHO IS THIS DUMBLEDORE!"I accidentally shouted out loud. Everyone stops and stairs shocked because they thought I was unconscious. I quickly, but still pretty slow for me, take in who is in MY flat. I list them off Ginger, Brunet, Harry and another Ginger. The two gingers look like siblings, but the brunet is different, I can't read her at all. She is unreadable like 'the woman'. I swore I would not meet another girl like that, and here one is standing in front of me. Good looking but dangerous, sweet but sour and confident but vulnerable.

They are all still staring at me, everyone except Harry look like stunned fish, moths going up and down, up and down. It is quite unnerving. The silence continues, finally someone breaks it and that someone is Harry. He makes everyone feel much more comfortable.

Lestrade chooses this moment to come barging in looking for me. He looks around, finds me and beckons for me to join him outside. I oblige, glad to have an excuse to leave this uncomfortable atmosphere from which I am obviously not welcome in. He takes me outside. I go out and my favourite people in the whole wide world were there Donoran and Anderson.

"Kidnapping." He says, "The Ambassador of the U.S., Rufus Brorn."

"He is in the Washington isn't he?" Harry says stepping out to join us on the padio.

"Not him, his children." Donoran whispers annoyed with me for some reason.

We arrive at the boarding house where the children were taken from. The head mistress is there and I scare the living day-lights out of her even though Lestrade said not to because she is in shock. Harry's friends Hermione, Ginny and what's his face? Came to. Instead of walking over the crime scean, like us normal humans do, they floated on their broomsticks getting in out of our faces when needed. Hermione, not being very good at flying, walked and took notes, on a magical note pad like Rita Skita at Hogwarts in our fourth year, while doing that she was muttering stuff like,

"Aparecium, Deletrius and Locomotor." Having dropped out in my fifth year at Hogwarts, I don't know the spells she is casting. Hermione also kept an eye on Harry and me, for of the possible reason of us making a run for it which if she knew me well, she would know that will not happen.