Hello, I'm back thank you for all the reviews, I was happy to read them. It was mentioned several times my grammar/spelling wasn`t the best so... I'll do the best I can...

Right now I'm on holidays, school starts tomorrow and I'm sad to say I am in a boarding school, we are not allowed commuters or laptops. So don't expect me to update very soon...

James and Sherlock strode down Diagon alley with the most ridiculous smiles on their faces. James seemed to attract lots of attention with his lime green coloured hair and several passersby shook their heads when they saw him.

Apart from that everything about the two was ordinary. A father with his son shopping for Hogwarts.

Sherlock had found the owl in a nearby tree after they got home from the chase for Black. The owl had been sleeping at it had not taken it nicely when Sherlock grabbed him from his perch. In fact it had nipped Sherlock's finger rather harshly and angrily so the finger drew blood.

Sherlock wrote a letter to Professor McGonagall telling her James was indeed coming to Hogwarts and needed some advice on where to buy all the things he needed. The same owl came back looking very tiered now with a letter with clear instructions on how to get to Diagon alley.

The two consulting detectives went to buy some cloaks first. After some questioning around they entered a shop with cloaks all sizes, colours, models, length, thickness, etc. Inside another boy stood already with a small woman hovering around him. He was very pale looking and had pointy features. His hair was sleeked back with hair gel which James thought was rather primitive. He saw his father looking at the boy with interest. They boy came to the same conclusion, ignorant, arrogant and wealthy.

"Oh, hello, are you going to Hogwarts as well?" James nodded.

"Yes"

"Father wanted me to go to Dumstrang, as a matter a fact I wanted to go to the Bulgarian school too. As soon as Mother found out she went berserk and ordered me to go to Hogwarts." James nodded. Whatever, he thought.

Sherlock smiled with his cold smile.

"Well, too bad for you then." He said as the boy went out of the shop. Sherlock turned to the shopkeeper.

"My son is going to Hogwarts." And she started fussing about James.

The last shop they went to was the wand shop. Outside the only thing displayed was a single wand in a velvet cushion. Sherlock and James exchanged a smile at that and entered the shop.

There was a kind of spooky, mysterious atmosphere in the room and James found himself feeling rather at home, his father was often like that. And it was fine with him. Suddenly a man flew into view.

"Ah, I believe I haven't met you yet." The question was directed to Sherlock.

"No, , we are as you call us, muggles." James knew his father had read the sign on the door and knew the shopkeepers name.

"Ah."

"Yes, we are here for a wand."

"Oh, yes, of course." Slowly they went through wands. Apparently the wand was supposed to chose the wizard. James` lip had twitched at the mention of that and he had exchanged a look with his father. Soon though they found a wand with the core of a phoenix, they had paid and walked out.

As they were nearing the pub James heard a screech from behind them. Both of them turned in time to see a something swoop past them really quickly and a woman running after it. Seconds later James found himself falling into darkness.

"Do you think he'll be alright?"

"Yes, that was a phoenix, basically a bird of fire, they are really rare, it happens to be he, I mean the phoenix has just bonded himself to your son."

"Ah." Harry fluttered his eyes open.

He saw two people around him, two tall men; one was his father, same as usual only with a worried look and the other man... He was somewhat extraordinary old with a long white beard and twinkling eyes.

"Albus Dumbledore." He extended a hand.

"James Holmes." James croaked out feeling a bit ill as he shook the mans hand.

"I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Ah" James nodded and stood up. His father ruffled his hair.

"You alright?" James nodded.

"What happened?" The headmaster smiled.

"It happens to be, in the pet shop they had been keeping a phoenix, a rare bird, very loyal and beautiful. He escaped while the shopkeeper was cleaning his cage and flew to you. He bonded to you, so now you are his familiar; if you like he is your pet."

"Oh"

"Yes, well, Mr. Holmes, I'll see you at Hogwarts."

"mh"

Sherlock got James a room in the pub for the next morning as the train left the next day. After a brief goodbye they separated. Sherlock went back to the muggle world while James went to explore the rest of the alley.

It was a rather cold morning when James woke up. His familiar, the phoenix, sat on the edge of the bed staring at James with unblinking eyes.

"Yes, yes, Ill get you a name soon. Oh no," He said as he looked at his watch, Im running late! The train leaves in half an hour."

It turned out James was not late at all he accidentally got mixed up with the time and ended up being ready and everything by 9 o`clock. Slowly James pulled out the ticket and smiled when he saw the platform. He had already noticed the platform was 9 and 3/4 at home but had said nothing.

At the sation he walked with his cart to the place where it was roughly half-way between the two platforms and started looking about. What could make a good place to make a portal. After searching for five minutes his hand flew through a bick wall. He shrugged and slipped through.

He was right!

He walked to the train and was not surprised to see there were no people about. No doubt they were all still at home. After all it was only half past nine. He put all his things in a compartment by the end of the train and sat down stroking the feathers of his phoenix and reading a book about potions.