It had been a day since the teenagers had visited and turned John's world upside down. Magic had turned out to be real, a magical society turned out to be real, and even bloody magical terrorists existed. John really wished that he didn't have to meet one of those terrorists. He took another sip of tea.

"Well, now that you've told us your story, I'd think it's best for you to get going. Whoever you're guardians are, they must be worried sick about you." John flopped into his chair . "I'd know that I'd be worried." John immediately regretted saying that. The trio seemed to lose any cheerfulness they had, if that was possible, at the mention of family. John could recognize the look in their eyes. It was the look of war. It was the worst with the one with the scar (Harry, John though his name was). His eyes had clouded with grief for only the briefest of seconds before a wall seemed to come up; covering his emotions. How someone so young had already witnessed war made John's heart ache in sympathy and sadness.

"We don't exactly have anywhere to stay. We've been staying in a tent for the past couple of months." Harry explained stiffly. "Hermione would ward the area so Death Eaters couldn't find us and its magically bigger on the inside, so it's not too bad."

"I'm sure that Mrs. Hudson would be delighted to let you stay downstairs in 221 C. It has a bit of mold though and it's a bit dark, but it sure beats a tent." John offered.

Sherlock's eyes lit up. "Yes! Perfect. You'll be staying with us."

John gave Sherlock a strange look. Since when did Sherlock take in homeless teenagers? John wasn't complaining, though. "Mrs. Hudson?" He called from his seat. "Is it all right if our clients stay downstairs for a little while?"

"Those young ones that came in earlier? Sure! Nobody ever stays down there anyways." Mrs. Hudson called back from downstairs. "I'll get downstairs ready, but this is the only time I'll do it. I'm not your housekeeper!"

John grinned, "Thanks Mrs. Hudson!"

Hermione stepped forward. "Thank you so much, but this is really too-" Harry elbowed her and gave her a poisonous look. "Ow! This is really quite generous of you. Thank you." She corrected. They all stood awkwardly.

"Hey! Is that my wand?" Ron suddenly exclaimed.

"Yes. For a weapon of mass power, you don't pay much attention to it." Sherlock remarked idly as he twisted the wand in his long pale fingers. But before Sherlock could give it back, the door blasted wide open and a strange woman walked out.

She wore a black dress that was made of leather and fishnets and hat curly hair that went every witch way. It was her eyes that were the most unsettling though. There were deep bags underneath them and they seemed to be red… from crying? Despite that, there was still a wicked gleam in her eyes. John shivered and reached for his gun before remembering that it was still in his room.

"Well well well, why if it isn't Harry Potter himself and his little gang of a mud blood and a blood traitor." She purred. Harry tensed and reached for his wand. "Didn't realize you all stopped so low to conspire with scum!" Bellatrix aimed her wand at Sherlock and a green light shot out of it. Sherlock was barely able to duck in time to avoid it. Sherlock practically ran to the knife on the mantel piece. Bellatrix growled in rage and set a jet of Dark spells after him. Sherlock was able to avoid all but one.

"Imperio!" Bellatrix laughed. Sherlock went rigid. His eyes began to glaze over bit by bit. He tried to shake his head and the glazes look in his disappeared slightly.

"John, get your gun. Get your gun now!" Sherlock yelled.

"Silence!" Bellatrix shouted.

Everyone in the room seemed to go quiet for just a second. Then Harry shouted "Expelliarmus!"

Soon Harry and Hermione were all throwing spells at Bellatrix, who dodged them all expertly. Ron wasn't able to do anything for his wand was still firmly clamped between the fingers of Sherlock.

Sherlock still hadn't moved when John had gotten back downstairs with his gun. John pointed the gun at Bellatrix and without thinking, he shot the gun.

Bellatrix screamed as the bullet lodged itself in her shoulder. "How dare you hurt me this way with a muggle weapon!" She shrieked. She flung the killing curse at John, but John had already predicted that she would do that and moved away.

Sherlock was able to move again now that Bellatrix had taken her attention off him. He flexed his fingers and punched Bellatrix in the face. He tossed Ron's wand back to Ron and Ron shouted some of the nastiest (legal) hexes there were.

"Finally!" He shouted. Bellatrix apparated away with a large CRACK leaving 221B behind. Everyone was silent again. A piece of plaster fell from the ceiling and there were a row of scorch marks all over the wall.

It was this moment that Mrs. Hudson teetered up the stairs and in a sweet voice she said. "Boys. What the HELL have you done to my apartment?"

Okay, I am SO SORRY for not updating. I wish I could say that I was really busy with school and drama... But I wasn't. I just forgot to update. I actually wrote the first chapter in a splurge of inspiration and the rest was more of an ad on. I have no outline and I've been making this up as I go. I'm going to make an outline soon, though, but any ideas for this fic would be greatly appreciated! Again, I am so sorry for not updating.