Mrs. Hudson had been rather surprised when not just Sherlock, John and Harry returned to Baker street, but when three more boys joined them. Still, even with four magical children residing in the flat, the annual Christmas party went off without a hitch. The three new boys were briefed, having been explained that quite a few Muggles would be joining them that night. Molly had a new boyfriend who looked much too similar to Sherlock... again. This fact didn't go over the Weasley boys' heads, However, with a small jab from Harry, they kept their snickers to a minimum.

Everyone gave small gifts, and even the Weasleys got some things. Mycroft went so far to get some rather nice watches for all the boys, making sure they would all work in the magical world. The less well off boys were rather touched. Harry knew Mycroft only did it because it would make Harry happy. Mycroft was seldomly wrong.

After all the festivities had died down, everything was pretty quiet at Baker street. Harry spent some times showing the Weasleys cellphones, television, computers, and they made a pop down to the Science Museum to have a look around. It was remarkable to Harry what the wizarding world didn't know about.

It had been three days of peace, then, a case.

"Boys? Lestrade just called and we have a case." Sherlock informed as he interrupted their game of Clue. "Would you boys like to come?" Sherlock asked with a smirk.

"Sherlock, Molly would kill us."

"She doesn't have to know, right boys?" Sherlock asked, his smirk only bigger.

"As in a dead person?" George asked, and a subtle nod of Sherlock's head was all the three red heads needed. Quickly and wordlessly, the bolted from the now forgotten board game and darted out into the frigid London air.

John paid the cabbie as Sherlock lead the four school children onto the crime scene.

"Sherlock! I let it slide with Harry, but three more kids, do you really think this is a good idea?" Lestrade's exasperation was clear.

"We promise to be good." Ron said, and Harry smiled.

"Please Uncle Greg?" The dark haired boy asked, and Lestrade broke down. At least Harry could remember his first name.

"Make sure they wear gloves Harry." Lestrade, not trusting Sherlock on that matter. Harry nodded excitedly, darting off as he just barely heard Lestrade say. "I don't think I've ever seen him smile so happily."

Harry had full reason to be happy. He had friends, a family, and he was getting to show his friends what his family did and why they were so passionate about it.

He found where they had the gloves and handed some to George, Fred and Ron, before sliding on his own. "Hope none of you are allergic to latex." Harry said casually as John joined them and put on a pair of his own.

"Well if any of them are, at least I'm a doctor." He winked. "Stay close to me boys and try not to touch anything. You are here to observe, not wreck a crime scene." John said seriously.

"Yes Mr. Watson" the three gingers said unanimously. With that, John lead them to the body, where Sherlock already was. He opened his mouth to begin spouting off his deductions, when he spotted Harry.

"Harry, let's see how your skills have held up at school. What do you see?" Sherlock asked. Harry stepped closer.

"Woman, mid forties, likely having an affair due to the missing wedding ring, yet the imprint is there. Likely it will be in her purse. There is sand on her shoes indicating she came from somewhere such as a beach, perhaps coastal. She was shot in the chest." Harry said, stepping forward. "Angle of penetration suggests she was shot on her knees, the footprint over there is muddy. The killer came from somewhere rainy. Reading had rain yesterday, did it not?" Harry asked, receiving a nod from John.

"Between the shoe size and the angle the bullet entered her I'd say 6'2. Likely either her husband or her jilted lover." Harry said confidently, and Sherlock smiled.

"Very good. Seems you haven't gotten soft from Boarding school after all." Sherlock said, patting Harry's shoulder.

Harry's mood was only dampened when he turned to his friends, expecting some awe, but they were just staring at the body, shock visible on their face.

"I'm sorry, is this too much for you all?" Harry asked, switching from Sherlock mode to John mode. Ron shook his head.

"It's more than we expected I think, but what your dads do is important, right?" Ron asked, and Harry's nod was enough for them all to buck up.

"Then we're gonna help however we can." Fred said, a look of determination in his eyes. Before Harry could even smile in response, an unfortunately familiar face entered the room.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, a tone of annoyance in his voice. The fact that John, Sherlock, and the four boys all tensed when they saw the blonde kid and his father enter the room set the rest of the police there on edge a bit.

"We were called in to identify a body." The Senior Malfoy explained, and Harry's hostility dropped a bit. Malfoy looked at the body with the same stunned expression the Weasley had just been wearing.

"Draco? You alright?" Harry asked. He might not like the boy, but seeing a dead body for the first time could be jarring. The Weasleys were managing with determination, but Malfoy didn't have the same justice-centric goals to keep him going.

"I'm fine Potter, don't be such a girl." Draco scoffed, but the unease didn't leave his face.

"Glad shock doesn't stop you from being a prat." Harry rolled his eyes.

"What are you even doing here Potter?" Draco asked annoyed. Good, if he was getting annoyed perhaps Harry could avoid the guy spiralling.

"Helping my dads. What I usually do during school breaks. They solve murders and interesting crimes." Harry shrugged.

"Why would they want help from an eleven year old boy?" The older Malfoy scoffed as he stepped closer to examine the body.

"Because he's smarter than more than half the people in this building right now." Sherlock said as if that were the most obvious fact in the world.

Malfoy didn't respond as he looked at the woman's face.

"That's Patricia Whimserly alright." Malfoy said with a sigh. "I'll contact her family and help with funeral arrangement." The blonde man said, nodding to Lestrade.

Harry looked at Draco. "So you two knew her then?" Harry asked, tilting his head.

"We do-we did... i only met her once or twice." Draco's response sounded dazed.

"Come, let's step out. I did my bit. I doubt your father needs you to sign papers." Harry said. Draco's quiet nod had Harry mildly worried. Sherlock had started teaching the Weasleys a bit about deduction, so he left them to their masterclass.

"How?" Draco asked when they were outside.

"She was shot in the chest with a gun. Based on the evidence I would say it was planned."

"No that's not-... How can you be in there with... that... and not..."

"React?" Harry asked knowingly. He just got a curt nod from the blonde. "I suppose it's because I've seen dead bodies in some form since I was very small. Heck, it was because of a murder that I ended up with John and Sherlock." Harry said, kicking some pebbles on the ground.

"Your parents?" Draco asked, being familiar with the Legend of Harry Potter.

"Actually no. After my parents died I was left with my mom's muggle sister and her magic hating family. John and Sherlock were investigating a murder two doors down when they found me living in abysmal conditions. John's a doctor, a muggle healer, so together they got me healthy again and raised me ever since. Sherlock saw something in me and I guess he wanted me to be his protégée, so he's taught me as much as he could so far." Harry said smiling softly. Draco's face seemed to be regaining what colour it had, and his eyes showed that maybe, just maybe, he understood his foe a little better. It let Harry relax a bit.

"Oh stop grinning like that, you look like a total turnip head." Malfoy scoffed, smacking Harry's shoulder. Harry chuckled.

"Whatever you say, My lord." Harry bowed with flourish as he spoke, while Malfoy scoffed, but couldn't keep a smile from growing a bit, as much as he tried.

"So, if you knew... Patricia was it?" Harry asked, and Draco nodded. "Does that mean she was... like us?" He asked incase any other muggles were around.

"Like us?" Draco asked incredulously.

"You know? Magic?" Harry whispered while wiggling his finger conspiratively. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Are you always this weird Potter?"

"Only when I'm trying to keep people from spiralling after seeing a dead body." Harry shrugged.

"Yes." Draco finally admitted. "She was... like us. Pureblood. Father doesn't have many friends that aren't." Draco added, his snobbishness returning. Harry nodded.

"Thanks, I'm sure my dads will figure out what happened. See you at school dollop head!" Harry called as he headed to the door, the elder Malfoy exiting it.

"What does that even mean?" Draco called to Harry.

"In two words?" Harry asked.

"Sure!"

"Draco Malfoy."

Harry's laughter was unable to be contained as Draco threw a pebble at him. It didn't hurt, and he just kept snickering as he ran up the stairs. He didn't miss the boy smirking though. Maybe there was hope for Draco yet.

The investigation was wrapped up for the time being as the woman, Patricia Whimserly was brought to the morgue. The Weasleys felt a bit drained after all that and relaxed by the television. When they got home Harry told his dads about his conversation with Draco.

"So she was a witch." John said. "Explains the odd clothes."

"Yes I figured as much, I contacted Mycroft. Lestrade and them are off the case, seeing how this involves people of magic, seemed the safest option." Sherlock said.

John busied himself making everyone tea while Harry joined his friends at the couch. A few cartoons and crap tele later, and he noticed Sherlock sitting in his chair, his pose relaxed and his hands in their usual steeple position. That is until he twitched. His body shifted. Rarely did Sherlock even really move much when he was in that pose. Still, Sherlock never liked to be disturbed.

"Harry?"

Sherlock's eye closest to him was open, peaking at the young wizard as Harry came closer.

"Is there something wrong?" Harry asked, confused as to why Sherlock was speaking to him when trying to enter his mind palace.

"What reason do you think could exist for this woman dying, besides the obvious, more muggle ones?" Sherlock asked, and Harry moved to sit in John's chair.

"From what I've heard there is some sort of prejudice from those that call themselves pureblood to those that are muggle-born. Maybe some muggle-borns were tired of the prejudice and acted on it? Though there were also signs of an affair."

"Can we be sure she was prejudice."

"Draco Malfoy's father was the one to identify the body, I'd say that's enough evidence that she spends some time at least pretending to be superior." Harry said with a sigh, sitting back.

"Has this Draco... person... every treated you..."

"Unjustly? Prejudicially, been a bully? Yes, but it's nothing I can't handle, and I'm sure I would have experienced worse had I stayed with the Dursley's." Harry said. Sherlock nodded.

"Yes those three did seem rather dreadful." Sherlock agreed and Harry smirked.

"I doubt we'll solve it before we all have to return to Hogwarts, but I'm sure Mycroft will write if he needs us." Harry smirked. Sherlock chuckled and nodded, before changing how he sat.

"Speaking of Hogwarts, we still need to discuss the Christmas party." Sherlock said, and Harry remembered he had yet to show Sherlock the cloak.

"I'll be right back." Harry said, darting off. It wasn't long before Harry came back, holding the cloak inside out so Sherlock and John could see.

"Where did that come from?" Sherlock asked when he didn't recognize the material.

"Not too sure to be honest, but I have some hunches. Someone at Hogwarts, someone who knew my parents." He said, before unfurling the fabric, then wrapping it around himself, leaving his head out just as John walked in, causing the man to jump with a start and yelp in surprise.

"What is it?" Sherlock asked, standing up and reaching to feel the material.

"It's a cloak of invisibility." Harry explained as Sherlock put his hand under the material, only for it to disappear.

John, looking mildly squeamish at first, seemed to be calming down and also investigating.

"When did you get this exactly?" John asked.

"Christmas, same time as the Deerstalkers and the Jumper Mrs. Weasley made me." He explained.

"Mrs. Weasley made you a Jumper? Oh I'll have to send her a thank you card. That's so kind of her." John said smiling, going off to finish what he was doing before he saw "Floating Head Harry".

"I used it to sneak into the Christmas party." Harry confessed, and John froze. From his position, he could see John's face was beet red.

"Anything you noticed that I didn't? Namely with a certain conversation?" Sherlock asked, knowing sometimes an outside point of view saw more than an inside one.

"Snape looked fairly... forthcoming." Harry confessed, where Sherlock merely nodded.

"Right, well, I think for the time being we can take some suspicion off that man... for now. I'm still not pleased with how he behaves in general, but... that's not the case." Sherlock said.

The conversation died after that as Sherlock returned to his mind palace and Harry decided to help John set the table and finish cooking dinner.

It was only a few days before they got another call, this time, from Mycroft.

"Harry, seems there has been another death with similar evidence as the last. Care to join?" John asked, used to this environment at this point. Not to mention Harry knew more about the wizarding community than either of them did. Harry nodded before looking at the Weasleys.

"Perhaps we should leave them here." Harry said. "They didn't handle it well last time. I think they need to be eased into this sort of thing a bit more. Maybe if we get a robbery or another glowing bunny case." Harry said. Sherlock smirked and nodded.

"I'll inform Mrs. Hudson that the Weasley's will be staying behind." Sherlock said, and after a moment or two the three left. Harry loved having the Weasley trio with him, but he had to admit, he missed having his dads to himself.

It wasn't long before they drove to where this new murder occured. Mycroft was there, as well as a few of the government men Mycroft was in charge of, and a few members of the Ministry there as well. Unlike the last building, this place seemed to be a private estate, well kept and elegant, if not bordering on gaudy.

"Hello Uncle." Harry said, smiling softly.

"Hello Harry, come you three, let's have a look." The older Holmes responded, bringing the group over to the body. It didn't take long before Harry noticed the similarities.

"So this isn't an isolated case then?" Harry asked, and Mycroft solemnly shook his head.

"I'm afraid not. Judging by the entry angle of the bullet, I would say it is the same shooter." Mycroft's words trailed off a bit, before seeing a familiar mop of blonde hair again, this time accompanied by his mother.

"Draco? You know this one two?" Harry asked, stepping forward. Draco's eyes landed on the body and the blonde turned so white that Nearly Headless Nick would be jealous.

"Afraid so Potter..." Harry could tell Draco was trying to sound strong, but was struggling.

"Need me to act a fool again?" Harry asked, a sympathetic smile on his face. Draco merely shook his head.

"No... I'm alright, I was just... I knew this person much more closely than the last." Draco said. Harry nodded. "I understand... I mean sort of. I've witnessed it." Harry said. Mycroft quickly noticed the goings on and made his way towards the Malfoys.

"Mrs. Malfoy, apologies to have to call you in, but you know this man, correct?" Mycroft asked.

"Sadly yes... He's an old friend of the family. I can give you any information you need." Mrs. Malfoy responded, but Harry saw an odd glint in Mycroft's eye. He was suspecting something.

"Of course, perhaps your son can stay with my nephew while we discuss things." Mycroft said. "Harry, would you mind keeping the younger Malfoy company for a moment?" Mycroft asked and Harry raised an eyebrow at his uncle in suspicion, before nodding.

"Of course uncle." Harry said and escorted Draco to another room, where the murder had not happened. The room's walls were pristine white.

"This was his home, was it?" Harry asked, and Draco nodded. "Yes... It's weird being here knowing he's..." Harry noticed Draco tense out of the corner of his eye.

"We're all going to die someday you know." Harry said, admittedly a bit calloused.

"Feeling cheerful are we, Potter?" Drago asked sarcastically.

"Draco, death is not just something we will experience for ourselves, but it's part of life. It's something as humans we naturally dread, but it's something that we can't avoid, and we shouldn't try to either." Harry said. Draco sighed and relaxed.

"I know I just... we're kids. Why are we having to go through this?" Draco asked, taking a seat and rubbing his face. Harry saw Draco a bit differently in that moment.

"I don't know... But if I'm honest, I rather this life than what my life could have been." Harry said, sitting next to Draco and looking up at the ceiling. Even the ceiling was decorated. Harry corrected himself in his head. This place was definitely gaudy.

"What do you mean?"

"Before I was with my dads, I had been adopted by my aunt and uncle. For some odd reason they decided they hated me on sight. They kept me in a cupboard under the stairs, barely paid me any mind. I was two, and there had been a murder down the street. John and Sherlock were interviewing the neighbours, when they found me locked under the stairs. I guess I was smart, because Sherlock immediately took to me, and the two adopted me. My life has been filled with death, at every turn. I guess it's made me not fear it anymore." Harry shrugged.

He missed how Draco's eyes softened.

"Harry, no kid should have to go through that." Draco said, as if it was obvious.

"Sometimes we don't have a choice. But imagine, I could have stayed stuck with them. Who knows how my life could have gone." Harry shrugged.

"I... My father is very strict. Nothing like your uncle, but there is this whole thing with status. There was this muggle family who lived not far from one of our houses." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up Potter." Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"No judgement. My uncle is Mycroft Holmes, I've been paraded around for his fancy friends more than I'd care for." Harry said which made Draco laugh.

"Fancy friends are the worst." Draco smirked.

"I quite agree."

"Anyways, My father was still working, and was supposed to meet up with us later. I became friends with this muggle kid, we would play in the forest and I would tell him stories from the magical world, fictional ones I grew up with. Mum explained the Statute of Secrecy and all that, I understood I couldn't reveal much, but I also understood no one believed it when kids said they watched their father fly on a broom or turn a snake into a walking stick." Draco said, smiling a bit, before that smile vanished. Replacing it, the frown he bore seemed almost... pained.

"Then father got to the house, and he learned I had been playing with a muggle. He got really angry, said that we were better than them, that I shouldn't be disgracing myself by hanging around with them. He engrained it into my mind that they were filthy, they were mud." Draco explained.

"Since then that's what I've been forced to believe. I don't know..." Draco sighed.

"Now one of those who are supposedly mud are getting the better of wizards. I can't help but feel like maybe we're not so much better than them. Father's done a lot of not so good things... It was long ago and it's not really secret." Draco said, adding the last part in haste as if trying to avoid causing problems for his father. Harry nodded.

"No one person is better just because of where we come from. We are who we decide to be. Blood be damned. Look at my dads and Mycroft. All muggles, yet they're here. They're trying to stop someone from hurting others. Then look at Voldemort." Draco winced, but Harry pretended he didn't notice.

"He was magical, and he killed people, tried to make himself more powerful. I think that tells you all you need to know. I guess you could say mud comes from what lies in your heart, not what lies in your blood." Harry said.

"Since went did you become wise?" Draco asked, giving Harry a weird look.

"Me? Wise? Nah..." Harry said, chuckling. "Do we... Do we have to be enemies?" Harry asked, turning more towards Draco.

"I don't want to be, but I have a feeling I won't get a choice."

"You always get a choice, but you don't have to be outward about your choice." Harry said.

"What do you mean?"

"Something weird is going on, both at Hogwarts and with this case. It might be helpful to have you as an ally. You seem a bit more versed in the magical world and maybe even it's... darker parts."

"You're not wrong."

"So, maybe we start small, You warn me if anyone's going to pull pranks on my friends, and I can do the same for you. we let each other know about the goings on in the school and with the case, but on the outside, to everyone else, we hate each other." Harry suggested.

"I... I can do that." Harry nodded, and with that, perhaps something smart had happened, or perhaps something dumb, but Harry had a strong feeling that his story was being altered far more than he had any idea of. Still, having allies was always smart, Mycroft had taught him that.

Speaking of Mycroft, Harry's uncle soon returned with Mrs. Malfoy. Draco stood in a hurry.

"Let's go, this place is starting to reek with muggle." Draco spat.

"Maybe that's just your arse." Harry quipped, and Draco had to stop himself from laughing.

Besides all that, the rest of the investigation was... boring. Naturally Harry's little family headed back, which was probably for the best, as they would be leaving for Hogwarts the next day.

Harry wasn't sure if he had made a good choice in deciding to trust Malfoy, but for now... it would do.

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Hey guys! so here's a new chapter! Also I've been noticing my story is really picking up steam, so I am bringing back Question of the Week! Note: I rarely am able to post every week (Not even every month sometimes) so it's just a title. In honour of the influx of traffic, I'll also be asking two questions

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This chapter is not a chapter in the book, this was me having fun. I really hope you guys liked it as I am super excited to start introducing more of my own ideas.

Harry is now allied with Draco, but I'm also going to have some fun soon adding new characters, and playing around with the friendships and characters. I want to write this as my own thing now. I'm not just retelling someone else's story anymore. I'm making it mine.

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