The sudden and "unexplained" death of Carl Powers sparked fear and panic in all eyes of students and parents alike. A memorial service was held for the boy a few days after, a week after the murder in Hogsmeade, while detectives from the Ministry were sent out to investigate but naturally they didn't find any evidence of foul play, but no matter how Sherlock tried to press them to find the boy's missing shoes, they never did. Now, people all over the school ended up being panicked and worried while others tried to stay calm.

"The school has gone to hell since Carl's death," Amy said with a shake of her head as she took a bite out of her apple, she kept trying to the Doctor one but he always refused "half of the kids in my house are freaking out that they're going to die next."

"That tends to happen." Rory replied with a shrug as he gathered his books for the first classes of the morning. "People tend to freak out after an accident. It happens a lot."

"But you have to remember," The Doctor said with a sigh as he slid onto the table "the Ministry was only out here for a few days, not even long enough for a full investigation to pull through and let's not forget Carol was even mentioned in the prophet until his parents spilled. Something is wrong and everyone has the right to be freaking out."

Everyone turned to Sherlock to answer but the boy didn't, he just sat at the bench with hazy eyes as he let his thoughts wander around. After a few moments of pure silence the detective said "One week exactly. You know what the Doctor and I were telling you guys about the murders and disappearances?"

There were murmurs of agreement from their assembled group and Sherlock continued "The disappearances will start tonight if we don't do something. Teachers won't believe us until they start happening so we have to find a way to persuade them."

"Persuade them?" Molly asked suddenly, the Hufflepuff student cocked her head with a raised eyebrow. "If anything the teachers will end up thinking that students got lost in the Forbidden Forest. How would we even get their attention?"

The Doctor nodded, green eyes glancing skyward as owls of all colors and species flew through the open windows. "I agree with Molly. No one is going to believe a few first years who happen to point out the same connections the police have. There has to be something going on around that head of yours Sherlock."

Sherlock's smirk grew on his pale features but as he opened his mouth to speak, an owl of all colors of the forest flew through the open window with an exceedingly large case in it's talons. The bird of prey set the case down next to Sherlock before perching on his shoulder, giving a hoot as Sherlock took the letter from it's beak. The owl flew away just as Sherlock opened the letter, the outside had one name written in stylish calligraphy printed on the outside. Mycroft.

"Dearest brother,

I congratulate you on making Ravenclaw,

Mother, Father and I are proud.

Here's a gift I picked up at Diagon Alley.

Have fun but don't get in trouble.

Write soon.

-Mycroft."

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he finished reading the letter aloud. He opened the paper surrounding the case before flicking up the buckles that kept the case locked and whatever inside. Slowly Sherlock opened the case and instantly his face lit up as he reached inside, he swiftly pulled out a violin that was intricately carved.

"A violin?" John asked as he glanced up at Sherlock who was testing the strongs out for himself. "Do you even know how to play?"

The detective nodded, a smile forming on his pale features as he brought the violin to his chin, the bow to the strings, and began to play. Few recognized the tune being they had lived in the Wizarding World all their lives while a few lived in Britain, the tune was respectfully 'God Save the Queen'. When he stopped playing, he sat back down and slipped the violin in it's case. He could take it up to the common room after lunch.

"See," Sherlock said with a shrug as he sat back on the table "I can play. And for Molly's statement, you have to remember the police aren't allowed to be here full time while we are. We can easily find clues the police can't."

"Like when?" Rory asked, eyes flicking to the Slytherin table as the students talked about their Quidditch team. "They've been here a lot."

"We're students here and when others start to go missing here we are the first ones with the ability to access the crime scene." Sherlock said with a smirk. "We could easily sneak into the common rooms if we needed to."

Lestrade looked up, his name was Greg but everyone called him Lestrade. "You're missing a big issue. If students do start to go missing, we'll all be on curfew. By sundown with all of the common rooms and doors locked so nothing can enter. How would you bypass that of all things?"

Sherlock paused but he picked up quickly "There's always a hole somewhere. Even if they do lock the school down and students are still being reported as missing, we'll know it's either a student or a teacher."

Amy blinked "Sherlock you're missing a crucial detail. What happens to the students who go missing? We won't know until one of us goes and eventually the criminal who's doing this will know someone is telling the signs and to stop them from finding out who, they take the people who know."

"Not if we get the case solved before then." Sherlock replied and suddenly the bell rang that told them it was time to go back to the common rooms. Sherlock stood and said "We'll find this guy before he has the chance to get anyone we actually like, so don't worry."

He picked up his violin case and walked towards the stairs that lead the way to the Ravenclaw Common Room. The Doctor followed Sherlock soon after while the others began to head back to the common rooms. When the hall was empty, a door opened to reveal Mycroft Holmes as he walked in. Morgan was still seated at the teacher's table as Mycroft sat next to him.

"Oh the trouble you've caused Mycroft." Morgan chuckled as he sat back. "The Ministry has been here but thanks to you they've found nothing."

"We have a deal." The elder Holmes snapped. "You help me keep the Doctor out of Trenzalore's way and I keep your little kidnapping scheme under wraps."

Morgan smirked, eyes flashing as he continued "Of course, but you're missing one thing, when that group with the blue box were transported here, a few other things followed suit. You have to trust that they can take care of themselves."

"With what?" Mycroft growled, his grip on the umbrella handle tightening as he continued. "What thing could possibly learn of what we did? As far as the Daleks or what not think the Doctor, Sherlock, and the rest of that lot are dead. We're fine."

The Professor smirked as Mycroft narrowed his eyes with impatience. "Ah, but don't you see? There are so many people here that the armies of Trenzalore have a tab on and when they find that team TARDIS is alive and well...they're going to change that."

"Don't forget the deal we've had in place for eleven years," Mycroft snapped "I keep the charm up, saving everyone is this bloody world, and you keep everyone off of their scents."

Morgan blinked and shook his head. "I would never but we both know, Sherlock will have to fall by the end of his schooling years and the Doctor will have to die. Is this how you want to be remembered by them? The man who set them up for slaughter?"

"I may know what has to happen...but they don't." Mycroft sighed, standing as he adjusted the handle on the umbrella that his his wand well. "So that doesn't make their enemy. Just continue with what you're doing and I'll make sure the Ministry doesn't find out."

"Okay then." Morgan said, he stood only to shake hand with the elder Holmes before walking away. As he walked away he called back "I'd be careful about making deals, not everyone keeps them!"