Sorry had trouble with Email and passwords. Once I am able to fix it we will update more frequently. I hope you like this chapter. Its been done for a while so I don't remember much about it. The next chapter will be shorter but I hope you don't mind. ~Ella (P.S. We don't own anything in this sigh If we did it woould take longer than Moffat and Gatiss to update.)

It had been very tense in the house ever since Mad-Eye had died in the travel over here. Sherlock hasn't stopped complaining that he didn't have access to Mad-Eye's body, especially that "fascinating" eye he had. John found it revolting, but no one else seemed to mind. In fact, they thought it perfectly normal.

John was surrounded by magic and had no idea how to comprehend it all. This house seemed to grow the more people came into it. Not even the clock wasn't touched by magic. He and Sherlock slept in their tent that was a goddamn palace. On the outside it looked shabby but on the inside it literally looked like he was in Buckingham proceeded to tell him then that it was Buckingham Palace. He hadn't seen the queen; he wasn't convinced.

Now John thought he had an awkward home, but seeing the Weasley family, his home was quite normal. In their family you had Molly, the mother who seemed to be the scariest person he had ever seen and he was in the war. Arthur the father kept asking John about simple human objects like computers and pencils and pens.

Then Bill, he was getting married and he worked a bank, of goblins. His wife-to-be was nice and French and John couldn't keep his eyes off of he but something was off about her in that way. There was Charlie next. A man with many scars and stories of how he got them. He worked with real live dragons. John couldn't wrap his mind around the fact of there being real live dragons in the world and no one knew. John had been told that there was another brother but according to everyone he was a prat. Not coming to his own brother wedding was really bad but John couldn't see that calling him a prat was a justifiable punishment. John had not gone to his sister's wedding with Clara so he tries not to judge others from not going to their siblings weddings.

Then there were the twins Fred and George. The trouble makers. They were very funny most of the time but they liked to pick on John about him being a human or a muddle or something like that. George's ear had been blasted off in the escape over here and sometimes he had a toothbrush in it. John didn't know why but he didn't care either. "The wizards probably don't understand it thats all", John kept telling himself. Ron was next. Ron was one of the clients. Him, Harry, and Hermione will be traveling with John and Sherlock to find the Whorexs or something like that. If John decides to go. Sherlock had told John he didn't have to go if he didn't want to. Ginny is the youngest of this peculiar family the only girl not counting the mother. John had even sort of 'deduced' her a little bit. She was clearly in love with Harry. She has six older brothers so she doesn't to act too girly. Thats as far as John got though.

John had been here a week and noticed all of this. In this week nine more people have come to stay at the house. Family members. And aunt who was terrible. The brides mother, father and sister. And others who John couldn't tell who they were.

Today was the day of the wedding and John was on bride duty. He had to make sure the bride was always away from the groom till they walk down the aisle at noon. Currently Fleur was in John and Sherlock's tent getting dressed and putting on makeup. John sat patiently outside. It was eleven o'clock and She was supposed to be out at eleven thirty. she seemed to be having a panic attack though. John knock politely.

"Oui, Come in, J'ohn." Fleur blurts. John walked in to see the bride frantically pacing.

"Whats wrong I heard you freaking out outside?" John tried calm the bride but it was useless. She ran around the suite of "Buckingham Palace" looking for something. "What is it you lost, Miss?"

" 'Unt Muriel's tiara. It was my somezing borrowed and I 'ave misplaced my somezing bleu. I 'ad a bleu ribbon to tie around my ankle. Pleaze 'elp me find zeem." The bride looked frantically in the dresser and the vanity.

John began to look under the bed. After 15 minutes of searching. John was fed up he could get her another damn ribbon and if this was "Buckingham Palace" he bet he could borrow a new crown.

"Can't you just cast a spell and it come to you?" John got out of the closet he had been searching in. Plopping down on the bed, tired. Fleur came over and pulled him of the bed, pulling him into a tight hug.

"J'ohn zat is a 'onderful idea." She lifted her wand "Accio ribbon" from out of the second bathroom a blue ribbon floated. the bride grabbed the ribbon and walking into the bathroom. She shrieked. "OUI! J'ohn I 'ave found it! Oui oui oui. Ze tiara is in 'ere."

And just in time John thought. The wedding is about to begin. John helped her with the placement of the tiara and then handed her off to her mother and bridesmaids right on time.

John sighed in relief maybe now he could go see how Sherlock was doing. Sherlock had been on groom duty. John walked to the house and up the rickety staircase looking for his best friend.

"Sherlock. Are you up there?" John called. Hoping for a response from the taller man John yells again. A little blonde girl walks behind John.

"Excuse Moi, Monsieur. You're looking for ze Monsieur 'Olems? Oui? 'E iz in the kitchen looking for you." She continues down the stairs and goes out to the bride. John runs down the stairs. He would have to thank Fleur's little sister later.

Once reaching the kitchen he found Sherlock. He was sipping tea with his feet up on a chair. John looked truly surprised and Sherlock smirked.

"Where were you? Wheren't you on groom duty?" John moved Sherlock's feet off the chair to sit down. Sherlock casually placed his feet on John.

"John there are a half a dozen men up there, I am sure they are fine." Sherlock sipped his tea as Harry came in to the kitchen.

"Ah Barny, How are you doing?" Sherlock still smirked like he was truly enjoying being rude to Harry. John punched him in the leg. He was sick of Sherlocks attitude today.

"Oh, I'm fine Father….." Harry glared at Sherlock. John felt caught in a battle of dominance for the next moment as Harry and Sherlock glared at each other. John then took his leave when Harry said he needed to talk to his 'Father' in private. So John decided to meet the family he was pretended to be related to for the next 24 hours or so. As he was talking to Molly Weasley he saw one of the twins slip something into the aunt's drink.

"Oh, Fred, Go get her a new drink. That was very rude." John walks toward the twin grabbed him by his shoulder to make sure he got the new drink.

"Sorry, it's George." Fred tried to pass off, but John smirked. Living with Sherlock did infact have upsides like basic deduction.

"Oh really you know your brother doesn't have an ear…. and he has a tooth brush in his ear but the point is you don't look like him." John said is a matter of factly voice.

"Yeah and you look nothing like a Weasley. Can't even name the ones who live here normally, can you?" Fred grinned knowing John did not know everyones name. John sighed.

"You're right. Ok well teach me to be a Weasley." John let Fred go and they sat on the couch as Fred got George to teach John to be a Weasley. A few minutes later Sherlock joined him looking serious but still pretending to be John husband for the Weasley family who don't know that they are not a couple, for John is not actually gay. John took in as much information as he could from the twins. No sooner than John remembering what the Fred had done, than Aunt Muriel take a sip of her drink and grow an elephant nose. Both the twins and John laughed for a moment then John told them to fix it.

A/N Its still a little weird I know and we are still in the exposition but we are getting there I swear. ~Ella