A/N (Phantomess of the Opera): SORRY! SOOOOOO SORRY it took me so long! I had to first wait for rawr to send me her parts, then I had practices to attend and

it all just got to busy! But here's the chapter now, and I hope you enjoy it as you all seemed to have enjoyed rawr's.

Mr. Dumbledore disappeared, much to the Professor's delight it seemed. I'm not

sure why, because I would have thought that the wizard's presence would have

been of some help to us, this being an unfamiliar place and all... But at any

rate, the Professor lead Luke and I off down the street. Where was he taking

us? Examining our surroundings as we walked there was something familiar yet

strange about it. Luke seemed just as perplexed as I. The Professor still

seemed in such relief and delight without that wizard he didn't seem to notice

anything.

"Luke." I half whispered.

He turned to me. "Yes?"

"Do you know where we are?" I asked.

"No, do you?" He replied.

"Well, would I be asking if I knew?" Jeez, he can be so slow! Why HE is the

Professor's apprentice is beyond me!

He shrugged in return, turning back to watch our path. I kept my eye on him, hoping he'd say something more, but he only slowed down. "Professah." He finally said. "Where are we going?"

The Professor stopped and turned around with a smile and started, "Well, my

boy, we are... going..." He trailed off, paused, then began looking around...

"Oh my..."

"What Professah?" Luke began to look around too, as did I.

As we did, a horse and carriage passed us and pulled up on the side a few

yards down the street.

"A horse and carriage?" I let out.

"It is actually called a hansom in this time, as I do believe we are back in

the late 1800's." The Professor said.

"1800's?" 1800's! Of course! London in the 1800's, that's why it was so

familiar! But how could I believe we were in the 1800's? It's impossible to

travel back in time! Although in hindsight of what had passed in the last few

hours, I suppose anything could have been possible. "Professah! You can't be

serious! Flora, you don't seriously believe this, do you?"

But Flora had already run off and grabbed a newspaper from some poor

unsuspecting passer-by.

Normally the Professah would not tolerate theft, and certainly would have

questioned Flora on her high level of skill in such an area, but he was too

eager to confirm his suspicions and nearly ripped the paper from her hands

upon her return.

"1890..." The words came softly from his mouth, hands grip on the paper

slackened and I managed to swipe it for Flora and myself to take a look.

We were looking at the paper to confirm the date which the Professor just

stated, which we did, when both our eyes fell on the headline of the front

cover.

Countess' Gem Recovered.

Skimming over the article we learned that a Mr. Sherlock Holmes had recovered

a precious gem belonging to some Countess that stayed in a hotel. The name of

the suspect was also cleared.

"Holmes..." I muttered to myself. "Sounds so familiar."

Flora looked up at me. "It does..."

But before further speculations could be made, we were dragged off by the

Professah as a police looked our way. "Come children. We must be on our way."

So distracted I was by the time period we'd found ourselves in (whether I believe it or not), I let Flora get away with pick-pocketing! Well, more just theft as I hardly think a newspaper would fit in a pocket. It was only by chance that I saw the very same man talking with a police man further down the road. Whether or not it was in regards to the stolen newspaper or not, I

wasn't going to find out. Why couldn't I still be spending that money in that

brothel right now...

Erm, anyway, We found ourselves in an alleyway a few streets over wondering what to do when a strange man is an over coat with a cap pulled down over his eyes passed us.

"Hey!" Came Flora's voice, loudly. "You didn't think I'd notice!"

The man stopped, turned around and came back. "Apologies my dear." Came an alluring voice. All that could be seen of his face was a hawk like nose and thin lips pulled into a half smile. A newspaper was presented to Flora, which she took hastily. "A rather sharp young lady."

Stepping between Flora and the strange man I addressed him. "Perhaps, but what

game are you playing at, stealing a newspaper from a young girl?"

"Stealing a stolen newspaper from her, you mean." The half smile turned into more of a smirk and I couldn't help but notice the high cheek bones, slightly hollowed underneath, the refined bridge of that hawkish nose, and the delicate lips with which he used to articulate every syllable he pronounced. Oh those lips... Oh what I would do with those-

So you are into the younger ones, Came a seductive Dumbledore voice in my

head.

In my shock I hit my head a few times, forgetting about those around me, telling him to 'get out'. And sure enough, a small Dumbledore fell out of my ear and onto the ground, running away while laughing with a squeaky laugh, his excessively long beard the only thing covering him. And cover him well, it did!

But reality sunk in and I looked around seeing the bewildered looks on the faces of Flora and Luke and one of confusion barely visible through a mask of calm on the stranger's face. Obviously they hadn't seen it. Pretend it never happened...

"Oh, you saw my dear girl nick that paper, did you?" A flush came over my cheeks, for more than one reason.

Flora's head dropped visibly as she put forward the newspaper. The man lifted his hat a little. "There isn't much I miss. However, it wasn't the newspaper I was after, but what was in it." As he said these words he put something deep into his pocket.

"I'm so sorry sir, we were just looking at the date. We're not exactly from around here." Luke interjected.

"Mm, it would seem not, judging from your clothes. I don't think I've see anyone wearing clothes of similar fashion. At least not in England, which is where you are from judging by your accents and sense of familiarity?" He said. "Nor have I seen quite an exquisite top hat. At least not in a while." His grey eyes, now visible, bore into mine.

"Well, erm, thank you." Was he insinuating something?

"At any rate, I really must be off returning the lost goods. And I know your intentions weren't bad, so don't worry about the newspaper, I wont tell. However, you had better hope the man didn't see you. Dressed as you are, anyone would recognize you." He said and he headed off back in the direction he came from, leaving us in the alley. We were all paused in a daze for a while longer, and it was I who broke the silence, uttering but two words. "Sherlock Holmes."