I don't own KHR, HP, Sherlock, or Ranma 1/2!

Quick Note: Every once in a while, I forget things.

Shinigami: Thank you! I thought Delores was, but I have a plan for that. Also, I had forgotten that Dobby was free of Lucius in 2nd year, but I have a plan for that now. Thanks for bringing it up! Genevieve may be explained a bit more, once Thyme talks to Kingsley. Yes, the Kunos are Sky crazy, but who's to say that they aren't still a bit... eccentric? Harry hasn't learned about Flames, just yet. I do have half of a plan worked out for him finding out, but I don't know if it's quite the right time, just yet.

D C JoKeR H S: I know it seems horrible to write about spousal abuse, and I haven't experienced it, but it does fit the situation. I also know a few people that have lived through it. They are some of the strongest people I know and they are, thankfully, no longer in that situation. I'm not 100%, but I think that Narcissa was Sirius' favorite cousin, before Hogwarts. So there's a distinct possibility that Sirius will be thunderous. I won't spoil the movie for you, I promise.

The Kindhearted Elf

Dobby hadn't know what to do when he first gained his freedom from Lucius Malfoy. What he did know was that he enjoyed being free and had thanked Harry Potter for saving him. However, just because he was saved, didn't mean that Little Master Drake and Mistress Cissy were safe. So, he decided to make sure that he would still help his Mistress Cissy and Little Master Drake, even if they weren't truly his by magic. He still cared for them. So, he would do what he could to help them. They had never hit him, like Bad Master Lucius had. So Dobby did what he always would do for Mistress Cissy. He'd hug her and let her cry on him, while she sorted herself. He was a good House Elf, no matter what nosy Twinkie at Hogwarts said.

Dobby tried to think of how he could help Mistress Cissy, as she finally calmed down and headed to her bed. Her room was separate from Lucius' as he didn't want her as anything more than a trophy wife, and for the Black fortune. Once she had laid down and fallen into a fitful sleep, Dobby had an idea. A wonderous idea! "Don't worry Mistress Cissy! Dobby's going to get the Great Harry Potter to free yous and Little Master Drake, too!"

With a *POP* Dobby had disappeared from the room.

Back in the get-a-way vehicle, that John was driving through the London streets like a man possessed. Nana had finally had enough, "John, take us to the hotel, or I'm driving."

"Nana, I-" John began, only to be cut off by Nana.

"We haven't been trailed or tracked for the last eight turns. If they had been smarter, they'd have placed a tracking charm on the vehicle or one of us. I'd also have noticed if they did," Nana rolled her eyes.

John sighed tiredly, and did as asked. In not time they were pulling up in front of the hotel that was becoming more of a base at this point, "We've arrived."

Nana quickly stepped out of the vehicle, baby Sam in her arms for protection, "I imagine that Althea will not be in Mycroft's good books for a while, since this happened on her watch."

"You guessed correctly," Mycroft was holding the car door for her. "John, get everyone inside."

"He's not quite off his trolley, but he's on his way," John palmed his face tiredly. "There will be no keeping this from Sherlock."

"Right on you, old chap," Sherlock raised a large eyebrow as he stood waiting for John to join him in the main entryway. "Now, what's this I hear about a foiled murder attempt on my Goddaughter?"

"Black robes with white masks. Looked like the Death Eaters Harry described to me," Nana stated, as she handed Sherlock baby Sam.

"That makes me wonder who our leak is? It can't be the Goblins. So, I'm going to say the Ministry," Sherlock deduced.

"Exactly what we were thinking," Tsuyoshi agreed. "Mrs. Hudson, may I escort you inside?"

"Of course, you big charmer!" Mrs. Hudson tittered as she happily was led into the hotel.

"I dare say that your husband has Mrs. Hudson eating out of the palm of his hand," Sherlock blinked in bemusement at Nana.

"That he does. Shall we take little Sam and her father back up to the rest of the team?" Nana raised an eyebrow at Sherlock and Mycroft.

"Of course, dear lady," Mycroft motioned her ahead of him.

"Mycroft, we also have more people on their way here. A set of siblings, the Kunos, friends of Ranma. Renato, Skull, Bianchi, Shamal, and Fon are headed back soon, along with three women, the healer, a prisoner, and the Auror that Amelia sent," Nana informed him.

"Lovely, when is their expected arrival?" Mycroft grimaced.

"A few days to a few weeks. They're still trying to wake up one of the women," Nana informed him.

"I see," Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "Anything else that I should be made aware of?"

"The Kunos are Kodaichi and Tatewaki. They aren't completely sane, but they have made great progress. Once they arrive you will have the full Nerima Wrecking Crew in London," Nana stated plainly.

"Lovely," Mycroft grimaced. "At least tell me that you have them somewhat under control?"

"They aren't as bad as they used to be. Ranma and I helped them come together as better friends," Nana informed him.

"Translation, Mama meddled until they made Ranma's life easier," Tsuna popped up behind Mycroft, making the man flinch, slightly.

"Peachy," Mycroft's eye twitched for a millisecond.

Across much water and land, in Namimori, Japan...

Thyme hissed in annoyance as she arched her back from having stood over her semi-catatonic patient most of the day, "Oh, you're still here. Lovely. Can you get Kings for me?"

"Who or what is Kings?" Bianchi blinked in confusion.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt. He's the Auror that came with me. I need to talk to him about what Joy shared with me. We have a name of one of her attackers, and I recognized the description. Her name is Alecto Carrow. She killed the younger sister of my best friend back in school. We've never been able to prove that she and her brother did it, but we know that they did," Thyme glared at the celiing, as she practiced her deep breathing to calm herself. "Kings was dating her, at the time."

Bianchi blanched in surprise, "How old were you all?"

"I was a fourth year, as was Kings. Genevieve was a third year. She was thirteen when she died," Thyme admitted.

The next day, inside the Ministry of Magic, in London...

"MY POOR SWEET MUMMY!" Delores boo hooed as she clutched the sleeves of Lucius' robes.

Lucius scowled as he tried to get around the emotional wreck that was Delores Umbridge, "Please get a hold of yourself, Madam."

"Now all I have left is my moronic muggle papa!" Delores sobbed even louder, "I WANT MY MUMMY! TAKE MY PAPA INSTEAD!"

Lucius had heard the whole torrid affair, one too many times! That Delores' mother had married a muggle, thinking to spite her family. Only to find out that he was exactly as dull and as stupid as she had been told muggles were. Of course, Lucius knew a bit more than Delores did about her mother, like the fact that she'd joined the Death Eaters to get rid of her half-blood daughter and her muggle husband, permanently. Unfortunately, that had happened right before baby Harry Potter destroyed the Dark Lord. Things had never been the same since that night. But Lucius knew that if he played his cards right, he could turn the Ministry completely to his side. He already had a strong supporter in Fudge. It was only a matter of-

"BOO! HOO! WAAAAAAAH!" Delores interrupted his plotting with an ear splitting set of sobs, causing Lucius to cringe and try harder to get out of her grasp, but it looked like she'd applied a sticking charm to her hands. He was trapped! Trapped with an obnoxiously loud, sobbing toad! What in Merlin had he done to deserve this!?