Harry ran to Sherlock, Ginny Weasley trailing behind him as they crowded around Sherlock, who had Luna buried into his chest as he was delicately inspecting her head. He tenderly touched two fingers to her neck and wrist before placing a hand on her chest to make sure she was breathing.

"Is she okay?" Asked Ginny quietly as Sherlock turned his head to look back at them, pretending as if he was far more apathetic about it than he really was. He shrugged.

"Should be fine, once we get her to Madam Pomfrey. She hit her head pretty hard. I see you rescued Ginny, where did you get that?" He asked, gesturing toward the large bloody sword Harry was clutching in his hand.

"It's kind of a long story. The important thing is that Ginny is safe, and I destroyed the diary. Hopefully that means Tom Riddle and what was left of Voldemort were both completely destroyed as well." Sherlock shook his head, assuming his normal role as the overly-blunt bringer of bad news.

"I sincerely doubt that is the last we will be seeing of You-Know-Who, but at least we got Riddle out of that diary. Who knows, maybe you wounded him Harry, which is better than nothing." Harry let out a deep breath and nodded, pulling Ginny into his side and wrapping and arm around her.

"Yeah. Let's get out of here." Sherlock stood, Luna still in his arms, and held her tight against him, making a fuss out of making sure her head was elevated, which Harry and Ginny internally giggled about. When they made it back to where they had left Ron and Lockhart, Ron was just finishing clawing away the last bit of debris while Lockhart was in a corner muttering gibberish to himself. Ron dropped what he was doing immediately as he saw his little sister, running to her and enveloping her in the biggest bear hug any of them had ever seen.

Once safely out of the Chamber, Ron and Harry ran to tell everything to Dumbledore while Ginny saw about what would happen to Professor Lockhart, and Sherlock rushed Luna to the hospital wing. Despite Madame Pomfrey's huffing and puffing about him being in her way, Sherlock stayed by Luna's side and refused to budge until she regained consciousness. When her deep silvery grey eyes began to flutter open, Sherlock held his breath.

"Sh-Sherlock?" He slipped his hand in hers and gave it a very gentle squeeze.

"I'm here. Are you feeling okay?" She incoherently shook her head, her expression twisting into one of pain.

"My head hurts." Sherlock's head snapped in the direction of Madame Pomfrey, who was having a word with Professor Sprout at the infirmary's entrance.

"Excuse me, but your patient is in serious pain, it would be nice if someone could help her!" He barked, earning a scolding look from both adults, who ignored him and went back to what appeared to be an important conversation. Luna shook her head again.

"No, no, it's quite alright. What happened, you aren't hurt are you?" Sherlock's heart gave a tiny lurch and he wondered what on earth this girl was doing to him.

"Here you are lying in the hospital and you're worried about me." He laughed with a shake of his head, using his free hand to brush her hair from her eyes.

"I'm fine. Moriarty pushed you when I attacked him, you cracked your head against the cement. Don't worry though, I bloodied him up for it, I suspect he'll be unrecognizable when they find him." He bragged happily, earning a pitiful giggle from his friend.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked quietly, Sherlock's head tilting to the side curiously.

"Anything." Luna looked as if she almost didn't want to ask it, but the burning need to know was unmistakably written all over her face.

"Moriarty spoke of your brother…the one in Azkaban? I just wanted to know why, that's all. Why would James's parents do something so awful to your brother?" Sherlock's expression grew a little colder, but not toward her. He sighed heavily and looked away from Luna, fearing his eyes would give too much of his feelings away.

"Sherrinford was very different from the rest of our family. He believed what my parents and the rest of the Death Eaters were doing to the Muggle-Borns was wrong, and the night before his own forced initiation was to take place he spilled everything he knew to Dumbledore, got many Death Eaters sent to Azkaban. What Draco and James's families did to him was purely revenge driven. My parents can't touch the Malfoy's because everyone at the Ministry is so ridiculously afraid of Lucius, but I guess they finally decided they could take the Moriarty's down…and they did. In a way though it kind of was a blow to Lucius, Mrs. Moriarty is his sister." Luna was thoughtful for a moment, turning to stare at Sherlock, who still wouldn't look at her.

"You and Mycroft are like him too. I can tell. I think that's very brave of you." Sherlock finally had to look at her, eyes wide and full of something intense, though Luna was unable to put her finger on what the emotion might have been. Sherlock didn't really know either, though it was obvious to him that whatever the feeling was that had welled up inside of him, he liked it. He found himself unconsciously leaning in to her, heart racing, completely unsure what he was about to do, but a shrill voice from behind him caused him to jump back suddenly.

"Mr. Holmes! Never have I had a ruder student in my hospital, and that is saying something! If you are so concerned about Miss Lovegood, then I suggest you give her some room and get out of my way!" Madame Pomfrey raved, furiously pouring some sort of solution in a small glass and handing it to Luna.

"Drink up, dear, it'll mend that nasty bump on your head in a heartbeat. Sit for about five minutes and then you're free to leave. And take him with you!" She added nastily, walking off toward John and Hermione as Luna drank the foul tasting liquid in her cup. Sherlock watched Madame Pomfrey closely as she poured something into the mouths of all the petrified people, bouncing to his feet immediately as the realization hit him.

"Luna! Professor Sprout was giving her the Mandrake solution for petrification!" Luna, who was suddenly feeling much better now, sat up in bed and grinned in the direction of John.

"That means―!" She didn't have the opportunity to finish her sentence before John was suddenly stirring in his bed, Sherlock running to his side without a moment's hesitation. John shot up very suddenly and took a much needed sharp intake of breath.

"Sherlock, Sherlock! The monster is a Basilisk!" He yelled quickly, earning a chuckle from his friend, who put his hand on his shoulder.

"I know, John, it's okay. It's dead." An awestricken look crossed John's face, his eyes darting between Sherlock and Luna, who was slowly making her way toward them, and back again.

"How did you do it?!" Sherlock and Luna both shrugged.

"Ask Harry, he's the one that killed it. We were busy dealing with Moriarty." John's eyebrows furrowed in what was only more confusion.

"M-Moriarty? What was up with him, was he the heir?" Sherlock and Luna grinned at each other, a mutual excitement radiating off of both of them.

"Oh we have loads to tell you."

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were seething in Dumbledore's office. While they were very pleased to hear that they wouldn't be expelled, they were horrified to learn that there was going to be absolutely no action taken on James Moriarty, none.

"But Headmaster, you have to believe us, Luna is in the hospital wing right now! We don't know how or why, but Sherlock said he just vanished! Maybe you can disapparate from the Chamber?" Dumbledore shook his wise old head.

"I am afraid there is nothing I can do. It isn't that I don't believe you, quite the contrary. However, we cannot prove that Mr. Moriarty had anything to do with the re-opening of the Chamber of Secrets. He was not found at the scene of the crime, and we have enough reason to believe that it was Tom Riddle forcing Ginny to open the Chamber, not James. James was simply down there to cause trouble for our young master Sherlock. Besides, the Moriarty family can be punished no further. Thomas and Alesea Moriarty have recently been sent to Azkaban prison, and I do hope that moving in with his dear sweet aunt will calm James down a bit." Harry and Ron doubted it, but there was no sense in arguing with Dumbledore. One thing was for certain, Sherlock was going to be pissed when he heard.

A week later they found themselves at the last day of the term, and no one had been able to take any of their school exams. Hermione was particularly stressed, though she and Sherlock had made amends and promised to at least try to be nice to each other from now on, and that helped. That night the seven friends all had to split up and go sit with their respective houses for the end of term feast and eagerly await the announcement of who had won the house cup. Sherlock and Luna were sticking close to each other, a little glum that this would be their last night together.

"In light of recent events," Began Dumbledore as McGonagall tapped on her goblet loudly to quiet the crowd.

"All school exams have been cancelled!" The entire school erupted into applause, save for Hermione, who looked utterly devastated.

"And it is now, that I happily announce the winner of the House Cup. In fourth place is Hufflepuff, with 450 house points. Third place goes to Slytherin, with 474 points." Slytherin table erupted with whines and complaints for several moments before they finally let Dumbledore continue.

"Second place is awarded to Ravenclaw, who has 486 points, and the winner, coming in with a grand total of 519 points, GRYFFINDOR!" The Grand Hall exploded with cheers, and though Sherlock and Luna weren't in that house, they both clapped excitedly and grinned at John from across the room.

"We'll get it next year! We will!" Exclaimed Cho Chang, who was sitting in Sherlock and Luna's general vicinity. She had just been made Ravenclaw Seeker, and it appeared as if her goal for next year was to win the house as many points as possible. Luna sighed dreamily and turned a bittersweet expression to Sherlock, who was staring lazily off into the distance.

"I'm going to miss you over the summer." A ghost of a smirk graced Sherlock's most forlorn expression. He attempted to act like he wasn't sort of sad.

"I'll miss you too, and John. But that's what owl post is for." Luna laughed at his horrible acting skills, seeing through the bored and cold expression plastered all over his face.

"Yeah well…I hope you have an owl. I don't think Frodo will get mail to anyone very quickly." Sherlock snorted.

"We have a family owl, thank you. Her name is Doctor Hoo, but we just call her Doc. Don't laugh, Mycroft and I thought that up when we were small." Sherlock defended as Luna burst into a fit of giggles.

"N-No I like it, I think it's clever." The pair couldn't stop grinning at one another after that, Sherlock's mood lifting considerably. They spent the rest of dinner flicking pudding at one another and immersing themselves in an interesting discussion about the psychology of name giving.

Taking the train back home was probably the hardest part of leaving Hogwarts. Every student on board seemed to be filled with dread instead of the blistering excitement that had filled the Express when it had first picked everyone up back in September. Sherlock, John, and Luna moped to their compartment in the back, only to be intercepted by Moriarty, who rudely knocked into John's shoulder with a wicked smirk on his face.

"Eh, well, he may have gotten off, but at least everything's over now, right?" John said hopefully, rubbing his shoulder where the offence had been made. Sherlock stared Moriarty down intensely as he made it back to his own compartment.

"I don't think it is over, John." Sherlock murmured cryptically.

"Not even a little bit."