A/N: I apologize for dragging the story out for a bit, but I wanted to focus on Draco's development first. Sherlock himself will show up eventually and not for several chapters. I'm guessing at least another chapter or two. Hopefully, you guys will stick around till then. Anyways enjoy!

(I'm still looking for a beta reader or a co-writer to help me write this story if anyone is interested.)

Chapter 2 - Silence

Draco never knew much about muggles, aside that they were 'dirty blood' and are lower that 'filthy rats'. Meeting the bushy haired, buck teeth girl named Granger who spout out facts what 'real' witches and wizards already knew only further solidified what he was taught the image of mudbloods were. An infestation who would take over their world and pull it to the ground with their ignorant nonsense. Throwing out the old traditions that was already dwindling and pave a way with their ideas of 'progress'.

Well, that was some of the things he had used to associate the definition of the word muggle.

Currently, Draco have not a single clue what higher power made him agreed to his mother's option of living with muggles, whom were essentially the 'villains' of some stories his father had told him. He felt that he should regret his choice, but had no motive to backing out after his mother had sent the envelope with an owl that had his faith attached to it's leg. His mother optimism seemed to be a starch contrast of his father's bitterness by that point when Draco had stepped out of the parlor and took the direction to his room.

Could he really adapt as his mother had said? Was he out of his dept? Had he made another stupid mistake?

Before he knew it, Draco stood at the entrance to his room. The young wizard went in and closed the door with a soft click as he entered his bed chambers, then he had let his back press against the cool door then gradually slid down to the hard wooden floor.

Draco let his grey eyes roam across the familiar space. He saw his bed centered between two windows with forest green curtains over them hiding the soft light in turn they made the shadows grow steadily over the auburn wood. To his right was his desk with books neatly stacked on the corner and some eagle owl quills. To his left was his fireplace and a seating area with a lounge.

Across from where he was stationed, was a personal bookcase filled with various books and objects he had collected throughout the years and some of which that may have as well been considered 'dark'.

After everything, Draco still believe all forms of magic was useful. It just depends how it was use.

Also, oppose to what the majority of people think, the young Malfoy have dark blue walls with grey and silver to assent it. He snorted at the people who thought he was that vain.

Draco recalled where his room was a safe haven. Then came the nightmares came knocking at the gates of his home. Screams that penetrated through his door even if cast a spell to stop them. He could still hear them. Sleepless nights, he could still hear them.

Grasping his new wand in his hidden holster he had also recently purchased, Draco casted the same silence spell on his room and let the wand clattered to the floor. The young Malfoy rubbed his face and started to chuckle at himself, than it started to transform to a full laugh.

Draco laugh about what his life had turned into. He remember the time where he was so sure about every choice he had made. He made them without a speck of doubt and was confident about each one. Then life reared it's ugly face, doubt creeped slowly and jumped directly at him with no warning. Every choice he had made was wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

He laughed.

The stress about the bloody cabinet that wouldn't work, and the constant threats of his parents' lives. Failure after failure, after failure, after failure . . .

The thought that he deserved to be killed and hoped to have died at Potter's wand that day. The guilt that consumed him when he remembered letting his 'fellow' Death Eaters into Hogwarts and his old Headmaster's looking at him with twinkling eyes that soon stopped twinkling forever off the tower falling, falling, falling . . .

He laughed.

The deliberate attempts to stay out of the other Death Eaters way, especially when he had knew that HE was somewhere in his home. Trying to keep whatever little contents in his stomach from being emptied after seeing dropped bodies with blank eyes or red crimson steadily dripping down their faces in the dining room.

He laughed.

He remembered Granger's screams. He remembered being blamed and punished for letting the Golden Trio escape (though in the back of his mind at the time, although he didn't know it, he was happy they had escaped). He remembered Crabbe's falling body. Then there was turrets of all consuming flames and rubble.

Potter had made a mockery of him, though he doesn't blame him any longer. He wasn't even bitter of the fact that he own his life to the Man-Who-Wouldn't-Die. He actually felt grateful towards Potter.

Shouts, lights, screams, flashes, deaths, confusions, fear.

Then it was quiet.

Draco sat in silence. Finally, he had recalled that it was all over and he was in his bedroom on the floor. And he himself have changed from the ignorant little boy who unknowingly made all the wrong decisions to a young wizard who was barely clinging to his mostly intact mentality. The young blond hit the back of his head to the door once as he looked up at the blank ceiling, breathing in and out.

Perhaps the choice of starting over was a blessing and I had finally picked something that would make my life out of something.

Draco sat alone in silence.

ooOOOoo

The week that had pass was a series mess of blurs. During that week, his mother's mysterious muggleborn acquaintance wrote that he was to enroll to a college considering his age and had additionally sent over a list of courses he would be required to take. As well as a list of majors he would be interesting based on the Hogwart courses he had taken and some basic course textbooks.

Draco hadn't received any contact from his supposes 'mates' ever since the War ended (Good riddance) aside from a few correspondents from the Greengrasses, so with nothing else to do at the time, Draco did the very thing that helped maintained his sanity throughout his last years of Hogwarts – study.

The young wizard would be lying if he had said that some of the muggle subjects weren't interesting. They were, he grudgingly admitted, fascinating. Especially on the idea of muggle science. The theories and conjectures on them branched out to multiple fields of study that he didn't even knew existed.

One of the topics was electricity as a form of energy which was something that explains how muggles survived, no, thrived in their world. Similar to how witches and wizards were dependent on magic, the muggles depend on other resources for energy and one of their essential form was electricity.

With electricity, the muggles could run machines the size of dragons and build buildings or towers that reach for the sky. And the weapons and machines. Just reading the subtext of them describes what five trained aurores could do, a single muggle could do with a automated gun. Then there was the bomb could wipe a whole city in a blink of an eye. And that's was just couple of many informations the young wizard had just gained from a single textbook.

It had than dawned to Draco how much a muggle could do without magic. He knew how few the Wizarding World numbers were, thus reading what the muggles could do when they already vastly outnumbered them had made him thought of the worst case scenarios. Each book completely contradicts everything he have ever taught muggles were. Though for better or worse, he wasn't completely certain. It was, to put it mildly, concerning.

Draco paused to take several long consecutive deep breaths, then pushed through with a renewed resolve. If I'm going to have to live in this world, I will damn well know what I'm getting into.

ooOOOoo

Before Draco had knew it, it was the time to leave what he had long since considered his home. There was the initial goodbyes and such. His mother had hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. His father had shook his hand and subtly in his own way asked him to be safe.

Draco stood out by the gates where he could see the front gardens. One of the first things his mother had done after the War was ordered the restoration of the Malfoy Gardens to its proper glory. Narcissa didn't just simply restore them though, but made it so that it blossom with new beauty.

He gave one last overlook at the manor and gardens then turned, Disapparating off the Malfoy grounds.

Once the young wizard felt his feet landed on concrete, he surveyed his surroundings. As intended, he had appeared in a dark deserted alleyway nearby the center of London. The air felt cool against his face and looking up, he saw a blanket of grey but the beams of light pushed through the parted clouds. Draco tighten his grip on his wand lift it up to gaze at it and placed it in his inner muggle suit pocket and straightened his tie.

The young wizard didn't know what to feel about his current tailored attire. He was wearing a white button up dress shirt along with a sharp-looking, well-fitted standard black suit jacket, and black trousers. It's somewhat similar to what he usually wear, though his mother was intrigued about the style.

Shaking his head, Draco pulled out a map of London and an envelope with printed directions within it to meet his mother's acquaintance by the name of Lady Smallwood. With a bit of hesitation, the young blond schooled his features and edged his way towards the entryway of the alley armed with basic muggle knowledge and virtually no experience.

ooOOOoo

Blah, I'm horrible at descriptions. Just go look up pictures of Tom Felton in a tux.

*Ugly sobbing*

Oh and kudos to GuardianDragon98 for guessing the mysterious witch correctly. :3

I did say she was in Narcissa's year. When I looked it up they are born around the same year based on Lindsay Duncan's, Lady Smallwood's actress, birthdate. Although it was only a five year difference it was close enough for me to say the Lady Smallwood was born in the same year as Cissa and for them to go to Hogwarts together in this world.

Anyways, I've been looking up dates on the timelines of the two worlds and try to incorporate Draco into the story at his current age, but that would mean John wouldn't be in the picture at the time. After thinking a bit, I'm inclined to deciding on leaving it at that and wouldn't mess with the timeline too much. (Fun Fact: If I do go in this direction, Sherlock would be about 4 years senior to Draco.) As you guys could guess, that would mean no John, disappointedly. On the up side, I would get a chance to write what Sherlock was like during his time at school.

I remember watching an episode of Sherlock where Molly had said he was a Chemistry Major, so I'm actually seeing an opportunity there. Plus I would imagine he would ditch class a lot, but still makes the highest grades and go solve cases at the sametime.

Just to clarify. Draco already 'graduated' from Hogwarts. Admittedly, it wasn't a proper 7th year, but in my story, he studied way ahead already, took the N.E.W.T. exams at the Ministry, and considered himself done with Hogwarts. The Malfoys did gave a suitable sum to rebuilding Hogwarts though.

Reviews, comments, critics are appreciated! I'm also open to ideas. ^^

-FairyRave

P.S. Is there anyone from the U.K. who would know how the college system works over there? I'm just going by assumptions writing this.