Sherlock goes back into 221B. He comes back into his apartment and retreats into his bedroom, slamming the bedroom door behind him. John, who was sitting in his chair, reading, sees all this and decides to leave 221B for awhile because judging by the whole dramatic door slam, Sherlock was not coming out any sooner.

Sherlock lies down and thinks. He cannot deny this. It was all new to him. He had no prior knowledge of all the things he witnessed today. He felt at odds. He could ask his brother, but… No, that would not do. He had already called Mycroft once today for Hermione's address.

He is aware he has pushed the actual investigation far back and all his focus was on Hermione Granger. He could not underestimate her. Even though she looked ordinary, her eyes kept betraying her. The few moments he spent with her, he realized, she liked this. Yes, as if she had missed doing all this. He had completely forgotten to ask her about her profession. Was she some kind of detective in her world? Maybe she was. Her brain seemed to work not that different from his own. She used her resources like he would use his resources to solve crimes. He makes a mental note to ask her all this three days later.

And then there was her reaction to his usual behavior. He could figure she was slightly peeved but it did shock him when instead of cursing him, she had complimented him. She did not seem to mind him much.

What is Battle of Hogwarts? If Hogwarts is a school, why would someone wage battle there? And who names a school Hogwarts? And where was it? Why has no one heard its name? And Draco Malfoy mentioned something written about her in a "paper". Was she someone famous in her world?

Sherlock agreed deep in his mind, maybe, just maybe, he was completely out of his league. All his life he had been looking for distractions, because idleness would kill him, and now the greatest distraction ever had knocked on his door with an opportunity he dare not miss.

He was aware that someone was dead and someone else was probably walking around in London scot-free. Yes, the case was interesting. But Hermione was interesting too. And now he is wondering which to investigate first.

Just then he hears his phone ring. He grudgingly retrieves it from his coat. It was Lestrade. "Yes?" Sherlock asks in a voice dipped in irritation and boredom.

"We have an ID on our Jane Doe," Lestrade says. Sherlock sits up straight, all irritation and boredom forgotten. Lestrade continues, "Dahlia Delacour. She was a British expat living in France. Changed her name from Raffin to Delacour after she married this French bloke. No trace of bloke yet."

"Okay," Sherlock says and disconnects. Dahlia or Pansy? Which is her real name? He needs to contact Hermione.

Hermione apparated to her parents' house in Sussex. She carried an overnight bag, having changed back at the apartment. She rings the bell. Just in time for lunch.

Rose Weasley opens the door to welcome her mother. Huge smiles erupt on both of their faces as they hug each other.

"Mum, I missed you," Rose says.

"I missed you too," Hermione whispers.

Its night now. Right now she gently strokes her eight years old daughters' vivid red hair and her eyes wander around to her old room. The purple walls have not changed. Nor has the teetering bookshelf. She smiles. The memory of the day she wiped her parents' memory is still fresh. It was a difficult decision, and even more difficult it was to reinstate their memories. Her parents had forgiven her over time. She had forgiven herself over time.

She looks down at her daughter again who is asleep. Her heart swells with love but at the same time a lump forms in her throat as Rose's hair colour reminds her of Ron. She knew she still loved him but not like she did before. And she knew it was the same for him. They thought a second child could make things better. But the fighting just got worse. Breaking off seemed the best decision. She missed Hugo so much.

She closes her eyes and rests her head on the headboard. Adding to all her misery was this particular case. No, she did not like Pansy Parkinson. But yes, she did not wish her dead. And Draco will forever be a git. But she cannot blame him entirely. Pansy was a menace. She needs to talk to her Slytherin schoolmates. At least with those who are not still in hiding, or in Azkaban.

Thinking about the case brings her around to Sherlock Holmes. She had managed to Google him after lunch today. He had a website, 'The Science of Deduction', which was interesting. And she also came across John Watson's blog. Plus she also discovered his huge fan base. That man is literally a celebrity! She had a good laugh over all the myriad speculations about "bachelor" John Watson and his seemingly asexual roommate which was punctuated by John's irritation and Sherlock's stoic silence.

But from what she could gather was this—Sherlock Holmes was no ordinary being. He really is clever. Clever enough to bring down a psychopath and then fake his death (she really wants to ask him about that in details). She also understood after she read the 'A Scandal in Belgravia' post on Watson's blog, that he was not too keen on women. She sighs a bit. Well every gorgeous man has his flaws. And Sherlock Holmes was one giant walking flaw with immeasurable genius. Quite a specimen, she muses.

She yawns softly. Her eyes almost close when a familiar eagle owl hoots on her window sill again.

Draco Malfoy went back to his office after his encounter at 221B Baker Street. To say he was distracted was a gross understatement. His mind was everywhere but at his work. So finally at seven in the evening he left. He arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and ordered a shot of firewhiskey. All day he had been trying to remember. The last time he had seen her was in this very place. The drink arrived as he took another jog down memory lane.

After two hours and an entire bottle of firewhiskey, he manages to dredge up a name. A man's name she had repeated multiple times. He stood up and after paying his bill, he apparated back home to send his eagle owl to Hermione with a message.

Hermione rises from her bed. It is Draco's owl. She feels hopeful. Maybe he remembered something. She unties the message with shaky hands. On the note it is written—

Granger,

I remembered a name. She kept taking this guy's name. Sebastian something.

Draco M.

Hermione frowns. Who the hell is this Sebastian now? She needed to inform Sherlock about this development.