Chapter 3: Contacts

Sherlock stayed at the Holmes Manor that night, his mother dotted on him throughout the night, bringing biscuits he choked down and then spit back up as soon as she left the room. He had a sleepless night, dreading what came tomorrow, Hermione out of all his old school mates are the most forgiving, the rest might just kick him right back out.

The next morning, Sherlock left before dawn, fully aware that the Ministry would not open until nine in the morning. He grabbed his coat on his way out, careful to leave a note to his parents that he's in the Ministry and will return to 221B tonight. The air is cool outside and a chilly mist set over the grass, which is littered with all sorts of exotic flower, to an ordinary man, the sight is something to behold, but Sherlock was no ordinary men, he didn't even bother to cast the garden with a second glance before disapparating into thin air.

He landed back in London, two streets away from King's Road, where the Ministry hides out nowadays. He quickly found what he was looking for, the small alleyway on the side of the road, a modern telephone booth sat in there. Sherlock reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment, he dialled the number into the booth and a clear, female voice rang out, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your purpose."

Sherlock pursed for a moment before replying, "Sherlock Holmes, here to see the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

The right of the telephone booth spouted out a badge, which said, "Sherlock Holmes, here on a meeting with Hermione Granger." As he put the badge on, the left to the booth disappeared, reviling an elevator, he stepped in, watching as the elevator made its way underground, finally, a ring signals that the lift has arrived. But as soon as he stepped out into the busy Atrium, a group of Aurors surrounded him, "Mr Holmes," The apparent leader of the group stood out, "you need to come with us."

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Comparing to Sherlock, John had a relatively quiet day, he did the shopping, watched some crap telly and had the fridge cleaned out of all Sherlock's "experiments", namely, a jar of eyeballs, a platter of mouldy butter, a head and a brain. He nearly threw up twice during this, but since that prick wouldn't do it, John had to pull up all his soldier courage just to open the door to his flatmate's fridge.

It was nearly midnight when a loud crack has woken John from his nice, violin-less dream. He threw on a dress robe wearily and opened the bedroom door.

His sister, Harriet Watson, was standing in the middle of his living room, fully decked in her Auror robes, soberer than he ever saw her.

"Ah, John, got your letter." She smiled.

"What ARE you doing here?" He fumed.

"As I said, I got your letter."

"It's bloody 1 in the morning!" He took a deep breath, "I said I'd come tomorrow."

"Yeah well, new development."

"And what is it that you need to come to your muggle brother in the middle of the night? Who is this about this time?"

"Your flatmate, Sherlock Holmes."

John stared before laughing, "Oh very funny Harry, now what is this really about? Did, what's her name? Clara? Left you?"

Harry's face remains unwavering, "Sherlock Holmes was arrested earlier today on charges of robbery and attempted murder. He demands to see you"

John stared and slowly, his face fell. "What?" was his only response after the long silence. "He doesn't know about the wizarding world. He's just a muggle, like me." He added, waiting for Harriet to say that this is just a joke. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, her face remained straight.

"He's a wizard." She deadpanned.

"Oh god, really?"

"Is that really all you can say?" She smirked, "Coming?"

John nodded and grabbed her arm.

A bit less than expected but what can I say, I'm a busy girl. This fic will be at least more than 20 chapters long I hope, if not longer, I honestly have no idea where this is taking me, so I'm going with the flow. Also please leave a comment on how I should write, my writing isn't the best and I'm only 13. Thanks.

-EoR