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Quick Note: I really don't know what to write here today. Just that there isn't too much fluff in this chapter, and I had planned to make a bit of fluff where Sam was concerned, but... Well, you'll see.

FANactic Writer: Maybe almost all of them. Am I one of the few who noticed that the main female in John's family has a male nickname and it's most likely that they wouldn't call her "Rosie" or "Rosa" since we have Madam Rosemerta and her nickname is "Rosie?" I figured I'd do it for Rosamund, too. Sam seemed the easiest, and I have a cousin named Samantha that I still call "Sam."

D C JoKeR H S: I know! I wasn't planning on bringing Mrs. Hudson or Sam into the mix, but Nana just decided that it was going to happen. I wonder if John's sister will make an appearance, at this rate. Yeah, I really want to hug the Trauma-Trio (as I've dubbed them in my head) but that would be the worst thing, if they didn't see it coming, and with the fact that they've had some training... it's not a very good idea.

Fruits of Interrogation

Fon was not handling Diana's catatonic state as tranquilly as he appeared to be. Inside he was a seething mass of Vengeance. He smirked while he watched Shamal fillet the man's hand, before stitching it back together. Fon sneered at the man who had caused his girlfriend pain, as he heated up the needles with his own Flames before reinserting them back under Goyle's nail beds. Fon decided to try something else, "How about a bit of waterboarding mixed with electrocution?"

"I like the way you think," Renato smirked evilly. "Afterwards, we can honey and feather him, and have him chased by Bobo, the bear from the local zoo."

Shamal raised an eyebrow in surprise, but only dithered for a second, "As long as it's only strong enough for an outlet. We do still want him alive, after all. Also, he will have to stay in the zoo cage while that happens."

"But making him run up the mountain is fun," Renato pouted as he pleaded with Shamal.

"But it's possible that he could get away," Shamal was the point of reason at this point.

"Fine," both Renato and Fon agreed with the doctor.

"Besides, after that, I want to see how his nerves tolerate the lacerations and having his hand sewn back together..." Shamal smirked evilly, and Goyle passed out from fright and pain. "Now that I think about it, has anyone ever heard of *to the pain?*"

"Princess Bride fan?" Renato chuckled, "That might be our best way to get more information from the worm. All we've gotten, so far, was that there were seven or eight assailants. Two are twins, there's a Crouch, a Crab, a Worm and a Yaxley. He said something or other about a dark lord and being part of a dark order that claimed the girls were second class citizens."

"No locations?" Shamal scowled.

"Apparently, the only one he knows about is Crab," Fon scoffed.

"Get this, he's in London, and a wizard," Renato snorted.

"So, you're going back?" Shamal asked worriedly.

"Yes, but we should take the girls with us. While they may feel more at risk in London with their possible rapists, we can better protect them," Fon stated coolly.

"Wizards, huh?" Shamal muttered, "Sounds like these are the same ones after Harry... Do they have a skull mark on their forearms?"

"Not sure," Renato frowned, before he tore the sleeves from Goyle's shirt and robe, revealing a skull with a snake on their left forearm. "Guess they're Voldemort's Moron Squad."

"The question is, how did they know to hit here?" Fon snarled.

"We'll find out," Shamal nodded to the hitman and the enforcer, who nodded in response. Whoever had ordered this hit, was a dead man walking.

Meanwhile in London, on their way to 221B Bakers Street, Nana and Tsuyoshi were raptly listening to Doctor John Watson tell the tale about the Holmes brothers and a set of pistols...

"... So, Sherlock of course found these pistols on display at the scene and randomly picks it up, Mycroft is oddly not far behind him and they start to argue about what should be done with the man that they had just caught. Of course, it just happened that Sam was crawling at that time and-" John stopped as they all got out of the car and walked up to the front door. "Shall we continue this at a later date?"

"Agreed," Nana smiled sincerely, but made a note, as did Tsuyoshi, that someone was watching the residence. John might have picked up on it too, "So, shall we go see this little Sam of yours?"

"Of course," John smiled that proud papa smile that all father's get when thinking about their wonderful children. "Mrs. Hudson, it's John. I've brought some friends by to meet Sam."

"Johnny, lovely to see you! Rosamund was just getting up from her nap. Can I offer anyone tea or biscuits?" Mrs. Hudson asked happy to have company.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hudson. My name is Tsuyoshi Yamamoto, and this is my wife, Nana," Tsuyoshi took the older woman's hand and bowed over it.

"Oh my! Aren't you quite the charmer!" Mrs. Hudson flushed as she fanned herself with her other hand, once Tsuyoshi released her hand.

"He is, isn't he?" Nana chuckled, "It's an honor to meet someone who takes such good care of John, his daughter, and Sherlock. Actually, Mrs. Hudson, I'd love it if you'd call me Nana. And Tsuyoshi would prefer if you called him Yoshi. So much easier to say and pronounce."

Tsuyoshi smiled and nodded, making sure to sweep the area for possible points of defense, "Where is the little one?"

"Oh! She's upstairs! I'll just go and get her, Johnny-" Mrs. Hudson began, only for a window to be crashed through with what looked like a red ribbon of light.

"Get down!" Nana dove for the older woman and got her to the ground in time to miss the red beam of light.

"I'll get the child," Tsuyoshi stated flatly, as he raced up the stairs. It didn't take him long to see the nursery upstairs, or for him to dispatch the vile woman who looked a bit like a toad leaning over the crib, a light beginning to spread from her wand. Tsuyoshi silently sliced the woman's hands off, and then her head. The child was blessedly under a blanket, and didn't see the blood, nor was she covered in any. He picked up the little bundle, blanket and all, and cautiously made his way downstairs, to hear John Watson shooting a gun out the window, and amazingly wounding the person outside that had been attacking them with magic.

"Sam!" John looked relieved when he saw his daughter.

"There's a body upstairs. A woman was over her crib. I got her first," Tsuyoshi informed the Doctor, who was relieved to have his baby girl safe in his arms.

"Mrs. Hudson, I believe it's best that you come with us back to our temporary home. I don't believe it's safe here, and until I get poor Bill back from Japan, I would worry for your safety and that of young Sam. Sherlock and his brother are already there, right now. I think it best if we leave, now," Nana was pale, but ready to use everything she had to fight off these dark wizards.

"I-I think I'll take you up on that offer, my dear," Mrs. Hudson croaked out a startled reply. "I'm used to gunfire, but the light show is new."

"We'll explain everything, Mrs. Hudson, I promise," John sighed in relief that she wasn't protesting.

"But who's going to pay for all of this mess?" Mrs. Hudson looked around the room in horror.

"We will, Mrs. Hudson. Do not worry, as the next time you see it, it will be as it once was," Tsuyoshi promised.

"We shall see, young man," Mrs. Hudson raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Yoshi, remind me to ask Harry for Hermoine's number. If they are back, they could be in danger too," Nana frowned, but noted that Tsuyoshi agreed.