AN: So, what is this? A wild 'long chapter' appears! The longest to date? What is this madness?

Well believe it my lovelies! It is in fact a long chapter. HAHA.

I guess i blame u guys for this. I didn't even feel like it today, what with NaNoWriMo starting and everything? But 1250 (or one shy) is too much not to squeal and happy dance about. (Which i may or may not have done when i saw that number...)

so enjoy the fruits of your labors (or well our labors on your behalf) because you've earned it1

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"I suppose now I have to tell you. If the Ministry questions me… well I know the minister. When I tell him the premises, he'll understand. John, what would you say if I told you there was a world that existed outside of your own? A world where people dress in robes and carry wands. A world of magic, full of spells and charms and potions. What would you say if I told you that it was not only very very real but that all three of the people in this room, aside from you, are a part of it? And that it is currently in very grave danger." Bridgette said slowly, making sure John knew what she was explaining.

"Now wait a min-" Sherlock protested.

Yvana turned and glared at him. "Shut up, Sherlock. This isn't your conversation to comment on. I'm talking to John and you're going to stay out of this."

Sherlock's eyebrows shot up, but he said nothing. He wasn't surprised at her boldness or her affinity for John. It was her personality. She was fiercely loyal- almost stupidly so in fact- and had an outspoken and fiery way of speaking. She used sarcasm as a second language.

John stared at her in amazement. He knew her personality well, and this was hardly the first time she had lashed out at Sherlock, but it never ceased to shock him when she did. He had never known anyone to speak to the genius like she did.

"John?" she murmured.

He realized she was expecting him to answer. "Uh… honestly? I'd tell you you're nuts and that you should go see a psychologist. I know a great one if you decide-"

Yvana laughed and her tips turned a bright green. "That sounds exactly like you, John! Wouldn't believe a thing you haven't seen with your own eyes! It's true though and I can prove it."

She pulled out her wand, a ten inch, birch, unicorn tail core, and flicked it at the kitchen.

The tea kettle John had put on earlier floated into the room, along with a cup and the sugar dish. They rested neatly on the side table and served themselves to her liking, three sugars.

John was shocked. He couldn't believe that the tea kettle flew.

"Oh, don't twist yourself in knots over it, John." Sherlock said dismissively. "Floating tea kettles is as harmless as magic comes. The absolute worse that could happen is you run into it and hit your head." Sherlock's hands moved from under his head to his tea. Taking a sip he looked back at Eilis. "So, now can he come?"

"Go, where? I still need answers." John also took a sip of his tea. Then he encouraged someone to talk with a hand gesture.

"On a trip with Sherlock to help this boy named Harry Potter find, objects that could be anything. Then he will have to destroy them. They are planning on camping. In style." Eilis told John.

"Why can't I go?" John asked. He didn't seem to mind the magic part. It seemed to make sense of some things Silie did. "And, What is your real name the name everyone seems to call you, Silie?"

"Oh, um, Well, I am Eilis Samantha Malfoy-Holmes. Sherlock and Mycroft's half sister. I am also a half-blood witch. Um, Yvana is my cousin. On the Malfoy side of my family. Her real name is Bridgette Scarlette Tonks. She's a metamorphogus, Which means she can change her appearance at will. And the Wizarding world, our world is at war with a man named Tom Marvolo Riddle. He hates muggles, non-magical folk, and muggle-borns, wizards who are born from muggle parents." Eilis explained slowly to make she she didn't forget anything.

Bridgette interrupted. "As usual, Eilis, in her infinite wisdom and knowledge is forgetting things. Harry Potter is not just a boy. Nor are horcruxes just objects."

"Yes! They are objects. And he is a Boy." She said, standing and spilling her tea on the floor.

"He's not a boy! He's THE BOY WHO LIVED! And horcruxes are enchanted objects that hide pieces of people's souls."

"Oh dear, BUT IS HE NOT A BOY? Are they not OBJECTS?" She pulled her wand from her boot and cleaned up the mess. John tensed up.

Bridgette closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. No need to get all worked up again. "Yes, Elle, they are, indeed, objects and he is, in fact, a boy, but you can't just describe them that way or else the case loses its grandeur entirely. Be thorough."

"You're going to explode, Bridgette," Eilis said offhandedly. "I can see it in your face. You're barely restraining yourself. For whom? John? Don't want scare him again, do you? Can't stand hurting anyone, can you? Can't control you undying affection towards people you know very little of?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM! WHAT I DO EVERYDAY! THAT BOY NEEDS THE ORDER, ELLE! HE'D BE DEAD WITHOUT US! SO WHAT IF I TOLD HIM ABOUT THE HOLMES?! HE ASKED! HE ASKED ABOUT HIS FAMILY, EILIS! A FAMILY HE'S NEVER KNOWN! YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME TO DENY HIM SOMETHING SO SIMPLE! ALL THE PAIN AND HARDSHIP HE'S ALREADY GONE THROUGH! HE'S SUFFERED MORE THAN ANY GROWN ADULT, AND HE ISN'T EVEN OF AGE YET! DON'T GUILT ME FOR GIVING THE BOY WHAT HE ASKED FOR! HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE!"

John shrunk back in his chair. One look in the mirror on the wall, and Bridgette knew why. Her hair had grown bright red, her tips alternating yellow and orange, giving it a flaming quality. She wasn't out of control, but she was definitely angry.

"Brigette!" Eilis said sharply. "Get ahold of yourself! There's no reason for you to be so emotional today!"

Bridgette rolled her eyes. She'd lived nearly her entire life with her cousin, who had a personal need to know everything about everyone. It was unsurprising that she would know this too.

"Fine." she snapped.

Bridgette took a deep breath and cooled down.

So?

I'm all hyped up on sugar and inspiration. (Sugar from candy and inspiration for writing). oh and in case Elle forgot to tell you to tell youyesterday, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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**Kiera**