Just had just pulled himself out of bed and had started the kettle when he heard Mrs. Hudson coming up the stairs. "Yoo Hoo, John!" John smiled.

"Good morning Mrs. Hudson. I just set the kettle, should only be a mo before it's ready." Mrs. Hudson entered the kitchen carrying a tray with fresh baked scones and muffins.

"I did a little baking this morning before coming up. Thought the little one might want something fresh."

"You're a saint Mrs Hudson, I'm sure Harry will love these." The kettle finished and John prepared himself and Mrs. Hudson a cup. Joining his landlady at the table, John placed his cup down after a few sips.

"Mrs. Hudson, you need to know a few things before Harry comes down." John explained about the abuse at the hands of Harry's aunt and uncle. That he was shy of physical contact and rather quiet. He also explained about Harry trying to do the chores and offering to cook dinner last night. "We are going to have to be very careful with him Mrs. Hudson. He's kind of like Sherlock was when on one of his danger nights. Tread lightly and carefully, alright?"

"Oh John! That poor boy. Those people should be hunted down! I can't believe they have a child of their own but treated Harry like that."

John rubbed his hand over his face. "Unfortunately there is not much we can do. Harry is a special case and they weren't abusing their son in the way normal people define abuse. That boy was overindulged in the extreme. It is a form of abuse, but most people don't see it that way. I'm just grateful to have gotten Harry out when I did. It was bad and would only get worse if he had been left there."

They drank their tea in silence for a few minutes before they heard a soft thump from the room above them. Footsteps padded toward the bathroom and a few minutes later they could hear Harry coming down the stairs. Harry stepped into the kitchen and looked at Mrs. Hudson.

"Harry, this is Mrs. Hudson, our landlady. She lives in 221A. Remember I told you that you would get to meet her today?" Harry looked at John and nodded his head. "She brought us some scones and muffins that she baked this morning. Are you hungry?" Harry nodded again and made his way to the chair he had used last night.

"Would you like milk or juice this morning?" Harry's nose wrinkled at the choice that was once again offered to him. After a few moments of thinking, he looked back at John. "Juice, please."

While John poured Harry's juice and refilled his and Mrs. Hudson's teacups, Mrs. Hudson pushed the tray of baked goods towards Harry."What would you like to eat this morning Harry?"

Harry eyed the tray in front of him and looked over the assortment of food he was being offered. He chose a muffin and slowly reached out to take, expecting his hand to be slapped. When nothing happened, Harry drew his hand back with the muffin and slowly began to eat his breakfast.

John listened as Mrs. Hudson updated him on all the neighborhood gossip he had missed out on in the last two days. Harry finished his muffin as they talked and looked over at John. He was still hungry and John had let him have more last night. Would it be okay to ask for another? Harry chewed his lip for a moment contemplating. When there was a break in conversation as the adults sipped their tea, Harry mumbled, "Cn I 've n'ther?"

John looked back at Harry.

"Sorry Harry, what did you ask, I didn't understand?" Harry looked at the table top, then back at John.

"Can I have another? Please?" Looking down quickly again he waited for John's reaction to his request.

"Of course you can Harry! You can eat as much as you want. There is no reason for you to be hungry here, alright?" Harry nodded and quickly retrieved another muffin. They were blueberry and quite tasty. He had seen his aunt and uncle eating them, but had never had one himself.

John and Mrs. Hudson exchanged a look over the top of the boys head. They picked up their conversation and continued to sip their tea as Harry finished his second muffin and his juice.

"So Harry, I thought we might go out today and get a few things for you. You need some clothes and shoes and things like that. How does that sound?" Startled green eyes met John's blue.

"You mean go to the store and pick stuff?" Harry couldn't believe it. He never got stuff from the store. He got Dudley's old clothes that he had outgrown them.

"Yes, new stuff from the store. You can pick out what you like." Harry nodded, excited about the idea of getting something new. "We'll also need to stop by my work and get you checked out by the doctor. You need some of your vaccinations and I want to ensure you are healthy."

Harry knew vaccinations meant shots, but they really didn't bother him all that much. Doctors were usually pretty nice, but very busy, so it didn't take very long. "Okay." He sent Harry up to take a bath even though he would have to put back on his dirty clothes and put in a quick call to Sarah at the clinic to let her know he was bringing Harry in to see her. He knew he would have to explain Harry's presence as well as his bruises, but hopefully armed with the documents Dumbledore had given him, it wouldn't be too much of a problem.

A/N: Hello Lovelies! Thank you again for all your favs/follows/reviews, I can't tell you how much it means to me to know you are all enjoying this story.

This chapter and the following one were originally written as one really long chapter, but I decided to break them up and make two. You'll get to meet a few more of the Sherlock characters in the next one. I am not completely happy with how they turned out, but I'm going to go ahead and post them anyway.

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