Hi! It's been like forever and a half! omg i missed u guys! i missed the love! i feel like a horrible parent neglecting their child. i love u guys!

so theres a reason for this lateness. its a good reason. i might have maybe a little bit pissed Elle off in the extreme so she quit writing for a little while u know like a tiny month

but anyhoo, we cool now and life is the legit struggle. so uhm yeah plus new season/series of sherlock! yepp.

Sherlock has been alive for five years and uhm john is divorced even though we kinda maybe like mary not much really.

Chapter consider yourself disclaimed! *point at chapter* *glare*

Sherlock arrived to King's Cross Station. John was with him and Sherlock childish moody. John had yet to notice the change in Sherlock's attire or attitude. Plus, John's pants simply didn't fit Sherlock properly now that he was flaccid.

Sherlock was getting agitated. Naturally, the boy and his companions would be late. He and John had been waiting two minutes forty-five seconds and fifty-four milliseconds before they finally showed up.

Why were they so late? First a Sherlock thin boy with dark hair with a slight curl in it. Sherlock looked at the boy's forehead and noticed the scar. This boy was Harry Potter. Then walked in a ginger. A few steps behind a young woman walked in. She seemed... hesitant.

The pants Sherlock was wearing began to tangle himself. He was frustrated.

"Are you him? Sherlock?" the boy who was Harry Potter was talking to him. The Redhead looked over to see who his friend was talking to and by the looks of it wasn't impressed.

"Yes, Now sit down and tell me the plan. Who is Voldemort as you know him? I have had some other informants tell me some things but if we are going to be finding his soul I need to know who he is." Sherlock somewhat snapped. He was in no mood for impressing the children.

"Well, it's a rather long story-" Harry said. The bushy haired girl was looking out the window.

"And we'd rather you didn't say his name." The ginger said in a whisper.

"But, I suppose we should start from the beginning. About sixteen years ago-"

"Not that far back. I've got that part." Sherlock snapped. John face looked worried, probably about Sherlock.

"Okay, well, then about three years ago he came back during-"

"NO! Who is Voldemort? BEFORE he became VOLDEMORT. I know his real name is Tom, but WHO is TOM?" Sherlock was shouting.

Bridgette Tonks decided then would be the most opportune time to come over and take their order.

"Hello! What can I get for you today?" Said a familiar voice.

"Coffee. Black. Two sugars." Sherlock stated to the waitress.

"Bridgette?" Harry smiled up at the woman. "Hi!"

"Bridgette!" The brunette noted happily.

"Wait, B-Bridgette?" The ginger and John said simultaneously.

Sherlock finally looked up at his server. The gentle features of his sister's cousin met his eyes. Her hair was black with purple tips, a bright purple.

"Ello, Sherlock." Bridgette smiled at Sherlock. He took in her appearance, then deciding the kids needed a show, deduced her.

"You were expecting us of course. You seem cheery because its part of the job. Your hair is darker than you like it, you apron is caked in flour… you weren't suppose to be in the kitchen today! But, you and your cousin have been arguing again. Judging from the wrinkles in your trousers and the scuffs on your shoes, you got dressed in a hurry. Late start this morning? Or late night yesterday?"

Bridgette blushed furiously, embarrassed to have been so easily read. "I over slept. I was in a meeting until almost midnight."

"Meeting with who?" John inquired after her. Sherlock noted the concern in the doctor's voice. For her health, he assumed.

"You mean whom." Sherlock corrected.

Bridgette mumbled a barely coherent, "The Order."

"Pardon?" The Potter boy asked.

Bridgette cleared her voice. "The Order, Harry. I was up half the night in a meeting with the Order."

"They had a meeting without me? How are they supposed to defeat Voldemort without me?"Harry stood, angry at the Order.

"The Order? What's the Order?" John asked.

"Its their secret organization, John. They fight against people like Tom Riddle." Sherlock spoke.

"It was about you, Harry. About what was safest for you after you go to your aunt and uncle's. We were discussing…" She shook her head. "I've said too much already. You never know who's listening these days. I'm sorry. The Order doesn't mean you any harm, Harry. There are just some things you can't know, for your own safety."

Bridgette sighed and looked at the boy in pity. Her tips turned a pastel shade of teal. Her normally sharp facial features turned soft, her eyes pleading for the young man's forgiveness. "So, what can I get you?"

"Coffee, Black, 2 Sugars."Sherlock repeated.

"Ummmmm, I think I'll have the breakfast platter" John chose looking at the menu.

"Information Bridgette, thats what I want just tell me…. What is going to happen to my aunt, uncle and, cousin?" Harry sat back down calming himself a little.

"I can't tell you honey…. you'll know in a month." Bridgette wrote down the orders. "Ron, dear?"

The ginger, apparently named Ron, though the detective doubted that was his full legal first name, looked over at her, momentarily befuddled as he had before been staring at the girl. "Huh? Oh uh what do…"

He looked expectantly at the girl, who was sitting to his right.

The girl just shook her head in frustration. "We'll both have medium cappuccinos with double shots of espresso."

Bridgette raised a curious eyebrow but didn't comment. "Harry? Is there anything I can get you?" She paused a beat before clarifying, "From the kitchen that is?"

"I guess, Maybe some lemon drops." Harry huffs back in his chair.

"Oh, honey. It's okay. I know you miss him. We all do." Bridgette walked back to the kitchen. There was a long silence that lasted till John thought it wise to break it.

"Um…. So how are Sherlock and I suppose to help you?' John asked.

"Did you not read our post? It was on your blog." The girl response dripped with venom. She obviously didn't want to be here.

"'Hi I am Harry Potter. I was told that you are a great consulting detective. The only one in the world. I was also told by The Order of the Phoenix that the Potters and the Holmes will always help each other due to a contract our ancestors made. So I was wondering if you could help me. I am looking for Horcruxes. I need to destroy them so that the wizarding world can finally be in peace from Voldemort. Are you up for it? HP RW HG.' That is what the note said John. Thought you looked it up?" Sherlock glared at the one with bushy hair. He hated the way she talked to John like he was stupid. Everyone was ignorant compared to Sherlock. John was quite smart as goldfish came.

"You memorized it?" The girl was now furious.

"Mione, Calm down." The redhead, Ron, retorted to the girl. So, her nickname was Mione, and given her name starts with an H, her name is Hermione. Simple.

"So, Whats a horcrux?" John looked at Sherlock. This made Sherlock flutter inside and suddenly the pants began to fit him better... This wasn't good. Another erection in the same day... Sherlock tensed not wanting John to find out his feeling. He turned away avoiding the doctor's eyes.

"Their items that hold one's soul and one can not die until they are destroyed. Harry we will help but right now I must go." Sherlock was simply dying to get out of this room. He couldn't take Harry's moronic friends. He couldn't take John's simple accepting tone. He needed out.

Sherlock stood abruptly. "John, we're leaving."

The ginger had long since tuned out in favor of watching the female's chest rise up and down with her breaths. The girl seemed to have calmed down and was quite excited that Sherlock and John.

John looked up at the detective, questioningly. "But, Bridgette hasn't even come back with- are you alright? You seem tense. Are you angry?"

Sherlock sighed and replied curtly. "There's nothing wrong with me. We have much left to do before we will be adequately prepared to travel in the wizarding world." Sherlock goes to pay for all of the food ordered at the counter.

"Sherlock!" John grabbed his coat and followed Sherlock. He was calling for a cab when John had come out of the cafe. Sherlock and John get in the cab.

"Where to, Sirs?" The cabbie inquires. Sherlock turned to John then back at the cabbie.

"221B Baker Street." Sherlock looked out the window.

"Sherlock what's wrong?" John stretched over to Sherlock. Hand falls in between Sherlock's legs. Snapping up John stares out his window. not one word is spoken all the way to the flat. Walking up to the flat, sitting in the flat, turning on the telly, making tea, blogging about an old case, everything was in silence.

Sherlock went to his bedroom after the tea is done. John doesn't see him the rest of the day.

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