It was a dreary Sunday morning when Sherlock walked into the Leaky Cauldron for the first time. Sherlock swept past the dingy tables and walked towards the bar ender. He already knew this wasn't a typical bar. How it was different, Sherlock wasn't sure, but he intended to find out.

It took a minute or two for the bartender to notice him. He shuffled over to Sherlock slowly and asked in a rough voice, "Need help finding the alley, eh?"

Sherlock nodded mutely, vaguely noting how the man was having an affair and followed the bartender to the back of the shop.

The bartender tapped a brick wall with a long, pointed stick. The bricks pulled themselves apart to reveal a bustling alley full of impossible phenomenons and strangely dressed people.

Sherlock's jaw dropped in shock. The bartender turned to Sherlock with a knowing grin. "First time in the alley? Foreigner I bet, heard the American alley isn't nearly as good as ours. My name's Tom, by the way."

Sherlock still hadn't torn his gaze away from the alley. His brain was whirling a thousand miles a minute at how impossible it all was. "Sherlock Holmes." He responded feebly. How could any of this be possible. His mind was whirling with possibilities.

Tom gave Sherlock a strange look and began hero shuffle away. "Stay safe, You-Know-Who's might be back, if the Boy Who Lived is telling the truth. Can't trust anyone these days." Tom began to shuffle back to the bar, leaving Sherlock to his own devices.

Sherlock straightened up and without trepidation, he stepped into the alley.

Hours later, Sherlock stepped out of Diagon Alley with four large shopping bags and a wallet weighed down with thick round golden coins. It was a shock to find that of all things, magic was real. What's more, magical people were absolute idiots! They could duplicate anything they wanted and make anything they wanted, and none of them seemed to realize it! Not to mention the absolutely stupid terrorist head that everyone was afraid of. Well, the Voldemort fellow was actually smart in wizard terms, but that wasn't saying much.

Sherlock didn't look at or touch food for three days after that trip to Diagon Alley, he was far too busy analyzing magic to be bothered with such mundane tasks as eating. On the fourth day, Mycroft paid a visit his brother.

"So I see you've discovered magic. I have to say, it took you longer than I thought you would." Mycroft said from the doorway.

"Shut up Mycroft," Sherlock muttered.

"Now, the standard protocol is to have your memory wiped, but I think we both know that won't work well on you."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "Well, considering how stupid wizards are it's surprising you aren't one." He responded snidely.

"No need to be rude, brother dear." Mycroft responded tartly. "I see you've been busy." Mycroft gestured towards the various magical items scattered across the kitchen table.

"I have and since you've so graciously pointed that out I hope you realize that I don't have time for you." Sherlock remarked coolly. "It's amazing that you've managed to keep your job intact with your declining intellect."

"Oh honestly Sherlock, I didn't come here to exchange barbs with you." Mycroft leaned on his umbrella, "I've come here to make sure you don't die while you're caught up with the new world you've discovered. What would Mummy say if I had to tell her that you died of hunger in your own kitchen?"

"She'd probably laugh thinking it was a joke and then faint when she figured out you weren't." Sherlock replied disinterestedly. He'd gone back to peering through his microscope.

"Mycroft held out a bag of Chinese takeout. "Just eat already."

Sherlock glared at him. "Fine."

Sherlock was broken out of his reverie (A reverie? He must be getting sentimental. Oddly enough, this didn't bother Sherlock nearly as much as he expected it to.) by John. "Tea, Sherlock?" John asked as he poured a cuppa for the three highly unusual guests. Harry and Ron both slurped and gulped their tea full of sugar, milk, and honey. Hermione tried to to be more polite and sipped her tea quickly. Sherlock eyed them with disdain.

"No." Sherlock paused for just a fraction of a second."Thank you."

John looked at Sherlock for just a second longer than necessary. "Alright then." John poured himself a cup of tea. "More for me then."

"I need to experiment." Sherlock said imperiously and walked swiftly away from the kitchen and into the stairway.

John stared after him, "Whatever makes you happy mate." John sipped his tea.

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