Dominique Holmes was most importantly a wife and a mother.

Dominique Potter was the attention seeking daughter who wanted nothing more than to be James Potter's little girl.

She hadn't been Dominique Potter in a long time. And hopefully, she never would be again.

"What are you going to do?" A voice asked and Dominique waited a minute, taking deep breaths, before turning around and looking at her younger cousin. As much as she loved Fleur, she couldn't be dealing with this at the minute.

"I don't know." After being with Sherlock for so long, the words tasted horrific as they left her mouth. The man was a bad influence on her, as Aunt Apolline had said so many times at the beginning of their relationship.

"But you always know what to do." Whilst she came off as aloof, Dominique was the only person Fleur blindly followed; Fleur believed that Dominique was everything right in the world, and had been her main influence growing up. Dominique had been aloof and vain and everything that Fleur currently was, but meeting Sherlock and the birth of Marie had cooled her down considerably. Fleur could only hope that she would meet someone like Sherlock.

Well, not exactly like him.

"Sherlock's gone for help." Dominique said, walking into the kitchen and turning on the kettle. Fleur followed, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she looked at what must be Sherlock's experiments. Dominique was fond of writing about her disgust for them in her letters. "Well, he won't admit it." She says with an amused smirk and Fleur chuckles.

"Maman misses you." Fleur says quickly and Dominique freezes, her hand moving out in front of her to reach for two mugs.

"Hmm. I miss her too." And Dominique and Fleur look at each other, their eyes meeting in a secretive way that only two people who were close would understand.

*Break*

"Are you going to explain what's going on?" John hadn't said anything since they got into the taxi ten minutes ago, mostly because he was trying his hardest not to laugh at the sight of the great Sherlock Holmes holding onto a blonde toddler on his lap.

"You've heard about Dominique's past." Sherlock said, not turning around from where he was looking out the taxi window. John nodded and Marie looked up between the two before turning into her father's coat, knowing that this wasn't a conversation for her.

"From what I've been told, that was the Order of the Phoenix. The group which is in charge of leading the battle against Voldemort, which is simply a ridiculous name." Sherlock said, shaking his head slightly.

"Yes. Hmm. Because Jim Moriarty is a much better name for someone evil." John said sarcastically and Sherlock nodded.

"Exactly." He said, not picking up on John's obvious sarcasm. Marie laughed and Sherlock looked down at the top of her head with furrowed brows and John shook his head.

"So, where are we going?" John asked and Sherlock frowned, sighing in disgust.

"To see my brother." He admitted, not liking how Marie smiled against his chest.

*Break*

Mycroft Holmes watched the group of three enter his office, a small smile on his face as he watched his great brother holding the hand of a two year old. Two years ago, he wouldn't have ever believed that the surprise pregnancy of Dominique would be such a good thing for his brother.

Then again, two years ago Sherlock miraculously came back from the dead.

"Ah, dear brother what can I do for you this time?" At the sound of her uncle's voice, Marie skipped forward and pulled herself up onto one of the chairs (with some help from her father, not that she'd ever properly admit it) and smiled at her uncle. "Good afternoon Marie." He said and Marie waved.

"Good afternoon Uncle Mycie!" Mycroft frowned as Sherlock sat beside his daughter, a smirk on his face. Marie Holmes really was his daughter.

"I ask again, what can I do for you this time?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the reminder that Mycroft helped him at all, never mind more than once.

"It seems that Dominique's past has returned." Sherlock said carefully, aware of the two year old beside him.

"Ah." Mycroft replied, leaning back in his chair and looking at his brother. "I'm sure you would like some... Protection?" Mycroft asked, his eyes flickering to Marie. Sherlock, seeing his eyes path, nodded slowly so that John and Marie wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, Marie was also a Holmes.

"What?" Her high voice was full of confusion and Sherlock rolled his before looking at John.

"John, why don't you take Marie for a walk." Sherlock said, liking the superiority he had for once when saying those words. John, however, did not.

"A walk?" He asked in amusement and Sherlock twisted around to look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Yes. A. Walk." He said slowly and meaningfully and John nodded, walking over to Marie and taking her hand which she stubbornly pulled back.

"You only want me to go so you can talk about me!" She protested, crossing her arms and pouting.

"Marie." Sherlock warned and Marie glared up at her father before her face faltered, seeing her father was as serious as he was when she tried to go in the fridge herself. Remembering how much she had cried when she came face to face with a disgusting head, she has took Uncle John's hand and walked out of the room without protest.

"I trust Dominique sent you." Mycroft said once John and Marie had left the room.

"Of course." Sherlock admitted.

"Well, she is a smart girl." Sherlock stiffened at the slight insult before Mycroft carried on talking.

"Well, with what is currently happening in Afghanistan -" Sherlock raised an eyebrow which was ignored. "- I won't be much help, but I'll try to contact the Magical Contact Officer." Mycroft said lazily, shuffling through some pieces of paper on his desk.

He looked up, however, when Sherlock's hand slammed on his desk. Recognising Sherlock's expression, Mycroft leaned back in his seat; Mycroft knew from experience what Sherlock was like when he had that expression.

"You will contact the Magical Contact Officer considering my wife and daughter are in danger." He growled and Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

"Well, if you want your wife and daughter to be safe then why don't I arrange a safe house for the pair of them." He said and Sherlock's fierce expression fell slightly at the reminder that he may not be able to properly protect them both.

"If needs be, than I will. But until then I will protect them to the best of my ability." He said, spinning and walking out of the room. Mycroft said nothing and watched his brother leave, realizing that it was becoming a very regular occurrence in their relationship.

*Break*

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" Running past Mrs Hudson, Marie searched for her mother who was waiting for them in 221b. Marie squealed lightly and threw herself at her mother.

"Marie kindly refrain from using a tone of voice than even canines would have trouble understanding." Sherlock said as he moved past the hugging mother and daughter, instead choosing to pace with his hands behind his back.

"Sherlock!" Dominique hissed, seeing her daughter's lip quiver. With a sigh, she picked her up and pulled her head down to her shoulder with a glare directed at the now frozen Sherlock.

If there was one thing Sherlock hated, it was seeing any of the girl's cry. He didn't know if it was because it hurt him or scared him.

Placing an arm around Dominique, Sherlock softly stroked Marie's thick curls as John walked up the stairs. Seeing the private moment, John carried on upstairs knowing that Sherlock would not appreciate him seeing the normally stoic man at his most vulnerable.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock whispered and Marie looked up knowing, even at her young ageless that her father never ever apologized.

"It's fine papa." She said with a watery smile and moved her arms from Dominique's neck to clumsily wrap around Sherlock who chuckled, wrapping his other arm around her.

Dominique leaned her head on Sherlock's shoulder, wondering how long their lives would remain this way.