I honestly can't believe the things you all are saying about my fanfic, so thank-you thank-you. I never really thought I would ever be good at this, let alone have people like it. Thank you for the feedback as well. This chapter is a lot less fluffy than the last. But the storyline must commence, I hope you enjoy! -E

The first few minutes of the train passed in silence. Before Molly piped up, "So what lead exactly were you following?"

"You. I needed your help, and your friend Wendy at the mortuary told me you were out on a date on the coast for the day. I then found John in the flat which alarmed me, as I thought you two were still dating. Who then said that you two broke up two weeks after you started dating in November and as it's now June he hadn't the faintest idea why I hadn't noticed. And so I followed you up to the coast on your date, who didn't show up, leaving you abandoned. It couldn't have been more perfect." He said pulling out an opened package from his jacket. "The killer broke the chain. The book doesn't have lightning in the title."

Molly looked down at a brand new copy of Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. And tuned out the constant words falling out of Sherlock's mouth at the speed of light. How could he have been so stupid? Did he honestly not notice it? She looked back over at him, his theories were so outlandish and absurd she had to restrain herself from laughing at him. "It's obvious isn't it?"

"What? What is obvious?" And his gaze followed her finger placing down on the boy's forehead.

"Harry Potter, the boy in J.K. Rowling's story has a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead."

"No, that can't be it. Too simple. This killer, this killer is clever and full of himself, sending books to the police before he strikes. Something as perfectly simple as that cannot possibly be right. He wants to taunt me, make me think."

"No, you're just stubborn because you didn't figure it out." But Molly never heard his retort to that statement. She had flipped to the first page and was staring at tomorrow's date. "Sherlock, do you have the other two books here?"

"I only have the last one, why?"

"May I see it?" He handed it to her and immediately she flipped to the first page. Yesterday's date was now sitting in front of her.

"The murder will take place tomorrow at midnight."

"What? How on Earth did you find that out?"

"The publication date. The second books publication date is June the 28th, the murder occurred then. The next book's publication date is June the 30th. I'm just assuming he made the murder coincide with publication date. Because one, especially you, would immediately over think it. To look in the words and the chapter trying to figure out a cipher of some sort. And besides, no one reads that part of the book, most people skip over to the first chapter."

"Molly, that, that is remarkable, a superlative deduction."

She smiled to herself watching him check the dates on his own in complete awe of the fact that even the wonderful mind of Sherlock Holmes couldn't deduce it and the woman sitting next to him could. Remarkable indeed.

The train lurched to a stop at King's Cross Station. "I had John check the publication date on the first book, the 17th of November was the date of the first murder. You're right Molly, you were completely right. But the question is where now. Where will the next one happen. Places in the book, must have something to do with it. Unless it's completely random, which is unlikely otherwise he wouldn't have taken the time to send the books at all. But a magical castle? How can the murder take place at a magical castle?"

"Here. It could happen here."

"How?"

"Harry Potter boards the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9 3/4 here at King's Cross Station. Have you really no idea what happens in this book? It's so famous, there are movies!"

"No I really can't say I've indulged in this children's book Molly."

Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade read the text message he had just received thrice over before making a move

"Come to King's Cross Station at once, the next one's here at midnight. SH"

How does he do it? But there was no time to marvel at the fact the consulting detective figured the meaning of these bloody books in time to possibly save a life.

"Here? Sherlock, you realize people are coming in and out here all the time? And this is one place in the entire book, how can you be sure that it's here?"

"Then put your best men in all the non-fictional places mentioned in this book. John and I shall wait here."

"What about her? He asked nodding his head in the direction of Molly Hooper.

"She shall be going home. It's much too dangerous for her to stay."

"What if I want to stay?"

"Well there is no discussion. I don't want you to get hurt, or worse, killed tonight. I quite like you alive thank you very much. So please, please, Molly go home where you'll be safe."

Molly Hooper lay awake that night worried sick. Every time she drifted into sleep she was jolted awake by the image of Sherlock and John's stakeout going terribly wrong. So she got dressed and walked out of her flat. Intending to stakeout the stakeout.