When They Meet

Chapter One-Sherlock's New Case

Harry's POV~
"We need help, we can't do this on our own," Hermione said as we sat on Ron's bed. "I mean, I don't think we have enough brain power to figure this out on our own."
"Bloody hell," Ron whispered, "She just said she wasn't smart enough to figure something out."
Ignoring Ron, I said, "Who could we possibly ask?"
Hermione got a far away look in her eye, "I know the perfect person. He's a genius. He can solve any puzzle, any riddle you throw at him. I mean he's a muggle but that doesn't matter, his brother had one foot in the Ministry of Magic before everything happened. He's trust worthy, and he could definitely help."
"How do you know this guy?" Ron questioned.
"I was ten, it was the day before my birthday when I was kidnapped. This horrible man strapped a bunch of bombs to me and had me talk for him. He was going to blow me up unless Sherlock could figure out this case. He had twelve seconds. He saved my life," Hermione answered. "His name is Sherlock Holmes."
"You really think this is a good idea?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Okay then. How do we get him to help us?" I asked.
"We go to him, and tell him about our case."

~Time Lapse~

We walked up to the door that read 221B on Baker Street. We rang the doorbell and after a few minutes an elderly lady opened the door. "Hi, we're clients," Hermione said.
"Oh, perfect timing. Sherlock was just getting bored. I hope you have something interesting. I don't want anymore bullet holes in my wall. Come right up dears," the lady said leading us upstairs. "Sherlock, you have clients!"
"Finally, hopefully it'll be an interesting one cause I'm getting tired of all these affairs," said a deep voice. We walked through the door and into the living room, I think. Their was stuff everywhere and you could see into the kitchen where there was a table covered in so many different objects. I think some of them were different experiments, but even in all the craziness the most striking thing in the room was the man draped in one of the two armchairs. He pointed vaguely at the couch and motioned for us to sit. "Let's skip the introductions, why are you here?"
The three of us exchanged looks. I nodded at Hermione. She smiled and we all turned back to Sherlock, "So, um, this...case, we need help with, its likely that's it's not something you've ever seen before nor will you ever run into another one like it. There are these objects that we need to find and destroy-"
"Object? How is that interesting?"
"Well, the thing is, is that we- we are not normal teenagers. They're wizards and I'm a witch."
He barked out a laugh, "You expect me to believe that?"
"Would you like us to prove it?" Ron asked him.
"Sure, fine prove it."
Hermione pulled out her wand and grabbed the violin that had been sitting on the table. She tapped it and whispered a spell that I did not know and it started to play a beautiful piece of music. She offered it to Sherlock and her snatched it out of her hand. He poked the bow as it slid across the strings, "Fascinating," he said, "Magic you say? That's quite interesting. Now what are the objects you need to find?"
"That's the thing, we don't exactly know. We've found two already. One diary and one ring, both throughly destroyed. There is an amulet but we don't know where it is and based off what we know about the wizard we're trying to stop, we can guess two of the other items. There's six in total though," I told him.
He sat back and steepled his hands under his chin. After sitting there for about ten minutes he spoke, "Sounds interesting. I'm in, let me just call John to fill him in on the details." He started to fish around his pockets.
"No!" the three of us said at the same time.
"Telling another muggle is not a choice. We just need you, anymore people would just be holding us back. You can tell your friend that you have a case but please don't tell him what it's about," Hermione explained.
He sighed and sent a short text to his friend. He then stood up and ran into the kitchen and into another room. When he came out he had a small bag on his shoulder and was dressed in a nice suit. "Lets go!" he said cheerfully. He handed his band to Hermione, who stuffed it in her bag. On the way out the door he grabbed a coat and a scarf and swung them on. "When we get wherever we're going you guys are going to tell me the full story."