The incident at the zoo certainly had not slipped anyone's minds, however no one spoke of it again. There would be an occasional smile from Sherlock which told Harry the man was remembering the event, however, no words were uttered on the subject. Nothing came of it, and frankly, Harry preferred it that way. In the end no one was hurt, and while the snake had not been found, it's appearance had not made any news. Frankly part of Harry hoped the creature made it to South America. However in the end he found his memory slipping from the conversation he held with the snake, as it was unimportant. He stored it far away in the reaches of his "mind palace" as Sherlock called it.

After the event things went back to normal for the most part. Attending crime scene investigations with Sherlock and John, helping neighbourhood kids with much less interesting of cases, and preparing for the new school year. Harry would be attending a different school, which of course made John start fussing about. They had to go clothes shopping, and it wasn't normal clothes shopping either. This was reminiscent of those makeover shows on the telly, which of course were a waste of time. However it did seem as though John suddenly felt every article of clothing was no longer good enough.

"Dad, I'm changing schools, not going to live with the royal family." He joked with the man, gaining a small smile.

"I know, it's just... You won't be with your friends anymore, and I want you to make a good impression." John expressed his feelings, but Harry just felt he was being a worrying mother hen again.

"I'm not exactly sure what a new wardrobe would do to help." A deep voice emanated from behind Harry, who had been facing a rack of trousers in the store. Harry whipped around at the sound of Sherlock's voice and his arms instinctively wrapped around the man. Sherlock merely patten Harry's back in response, but the boy knew that was the closest thing to a hug Sherlock was capable of. The day Sherlock would hug him for real would be the day he would really be worried.

"I want him to look nice." He said.

"He'll make friends without new clothes." As the two began discussing Harry's future wardrobe needs, Harry kept just thinking that if he were still with the Dursleys, he might be only getting his clothes handed down from Dudley and died another colour, rather then new ones. So in the end, he was glad John cared so much.

By the time they return to the house the post has arrived, and while John and Sherlock were distracted by conversation, he picked up what Mrs. Hudson had left them on the doorstep. He flipped through the mail, sorting them to who they go to. Most were for Sherlock, probably clients. Others were John, probably bills, and then he reached one. The envelope was a high quality parchment, and the scent smelled of old books and lemon candy, the scent was barely still there, but it was found by Harry's nose. However, that wasn't the startling part. Sealing the envelope was a wax seal, and on the side, there was no return address, but what was most startling was the address itself.

Mr. Harry Potter

First floor bedroom next to the kitchen

221b Baker Street

London

England

His brows furrowed together at the sight of the letter, it was something very odd. He decided rather then to just open it, it would be wiser to show Sherlock and John, as they were older, and might know better.

"Father, Dad, I got a letter in the mail." He said, and John was the first to speak.

"Oh? Who from?"

"That's the thing, there's no return address, and what they wrote on the address is weird." He said before showing it to John. John studied the letter, before his expression turned into one of concern.

"Sherlock, have a look at this." John shakily called over to the man sitting in a chair, seeming quite bored.

"What so special about a letter?" Sherlock asked, his voice showing no interest whatsoever.

"Trust me, you'll want a look at this." John said. As he handed Sherlock the letter, Harry was wondering what this could mean. Was someone spying on him?

As soon as Sherlock had read the address, he bolted from his chair.

"Sherlock, what does this mean?" John asked, echoing Harry's thoughts.

"It could mean a number of things..." He said. "It could mean someone is stalking him, it could mean someone's trying to use him to get to us..." Sherlock replied.

"Well, what should we do, should we open it?" John asked.

"No, not yet anyways, I'll take it to the lab and run some tests to make sure it's safe to open, but even then I think perhaps it's best if we ignore it." Sherlock decided. He headed out then, leaving Harry and John alone. The two decided to get their mind off it with a card game, some tea, and some crap telly. Better then nothing.

When Sherlock returned he deemed the letter safe, however everyone was in agreement to leave it alone for now. However, things only got worse. More letters continued to show up, all in the same format. It became so troubling that Sherlock had Harry switch rooms with him for the time being, however the address just altered to fit the change, making this all the more frightening. It had started with one a day, before it became dozens a day. At one point Harry came in the living room only to see Sherlock tossing handfuls of letters into the fireplace.

It truly made Harry worried. Had he ticked someone off? What if the letters were important. What if it was a long lost family member trying to contact him? But then why no return address? What if it was someone needing his help? But then why the fancy seal. This was all very strange and only made them more worried.

At one point the three had finally had enough

"Sherlock, what does this all mean? This is getting scary. I don't want Harry getting hurt because of this." John said, and Sherlock merely nodded. "Sherlock! What does it mean?" John demanded, nearly startling both Harry and Sherlock. There was a long and heavy pause before anyone spoke again.

"It means we're going on holiday." Sherlock suddenly decided.

"On holiday? Where?" John asked, skeptical of course.

"Somewhere far, a nice hotel maybe, I don't think we've taken Harry anywhere where he stayed in a hotel before. I'm going to notify my brother, see if he's noticed anything strange of late, since he's always spying on us." Sherlock said.

"Could it just be your brother?" John asked.

"At that volume? No, this kind of game doesn't seem like Mycroft." Sherlock said.

"Plus Uncle Mycroft's not a huge fan of lemon candy." Harry said, oddly calm for the state of the situation. Sherlock sniffed a letter before smiling proudly at Harry.

"Right, get packed, nothing big, and we'll head off immediately. Mycroft will arrange something for us." He said.

It wasn't long before the three of them had headed off. After a short taxi ride that took forever and a short flight that took even longer, they landed in a city and were checked into a hotel before Harry had a chance to ask where they were.

It had been actually kind of fun at first. He and John went swimming, and the three ate lunch at a nice restaurant. However peace would not last for the group. All was good at first, that is until more letters were showing up. Not only were there more then one, dozens of letters were being dropped off at their hotel room, it had been only the second night when things got out of hand and now it was more alarming then ever.

"And Mycroft hasn't noticed anything?" John asked Sherlock.

"Just a boom in the amount of owls in the areas we are." Sherlock replied. Sure enough, as Harry looked outside, he saw a sea of owls. He glanced at the monstrous pile of letters, before the birds. This was all very strange. "There's an owl for every letter..." Harry muttered.

"I'm sure it's just coincidence." John replied. Normally John would be fascinated that Harry could figure that out so fast, however at the moment, his mind was busy with other things.

The three packed back up, this time headed somewhere much less glamorous, and much harder to get to, which was what they were going for, of course.

They were now staying in a secluded shed, in a damp area. A storm shook the old walls and the waves crashed outside. Harry had only just realized it was also his birthday tomorrow, but he supposed there were more important things at the moment. Still, Sherlock and John tried their best to make it happy, despite the circumstances.

"I know it's not the most glamorous of birthdays, but when we get back home we'll celebrate properly." John said, hugging the boy as they rested on the couch. Sherlock began reading to Harry, something Harry had always loved him doing, since he was a small boy. Then Sherlock played Harry's favourite songs on the violin, and John had managed to be able to whip up some cake.

"I couldn't manage much unfortunately..." John said, as the small cake had a large, normal thin candle sticking out the top of it, but they were trying their best, and Harry appreciated it.

"It's wonderful." Harry said smiling. He wouldn't be surprised had he still been with the Dursleys if they would have completely forgotten his birthday all together, so he was truly grateful.

It had been a tradition for the three of them to stay up until midnight until Harry's birthday, cake and all, and he would blow out the candles on the cake, they would eat cake, then it was off to bed, especially on a school night. The three of them counted down until midnight, but as he blew out the candle on the cake, and the other two wished him a happy birthday, there were loud bangs on the door.

"It couldn't be..." John whispered, before standing and pulling Harry behind him. Sherlock grabbed the nearest weapon, which happened to be a shot gun the previous owner or renter of the shack had left behind. All was quiet for a moment before...

BANG!

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SO SO SO sorry about the long delay, I got a job over the summer, and now I'm back in school, plus my copy of the Philosopher's stone went missing (my rooms's a mess, sorry.) I hope this chapter is okay, I had to use a chapter summary to get this right. Like I said before, I'm trying to keep this quite on par with the books. So I'm writing chapter by chapter, and I'm rediscovering my love of writing Sherlock. He's such a character. I've finally finished all the episodes (was holding out on the last one, but it wasn't too too bad of a cliffhanger at the end, so I survived). Also I added the owls. I feel like that was more in the movie, but it's my favourite part :P. Hopefully I'll find my copy of the book soon, as the next chapter has some great dialogue and I want to get that right. Please take a moment to support this story by voting, following me, and adding this story to your reading list so you get notified when I update. Also check out my other stories. Next on to be updated will probably be "The Distractions of Red Hair" if I don't start a new story first. If you have any requests or prompts, feel free to message me. If you have any comments, questions, or concerns, feel free to contact me :)