A.N: Hello again. No I'm not dead I'm just really bad at being consistent with updates. If it makes you feel better I actually have a plan written for the next few chapters of this story so I will probably update again soon. Also I have been looking at all the reviews again recently and thanks for all the support. Also Merleyn pointed out that Fudge shouldn't be Minister yet, which is a mistake on my part but I'm just gonna roll with it anyway. Let's pretend that you can be elected more than twice in the UK and he was already in power during the war. Hopefully I can update my other story to while I'm on this writing buzz right now. Side note, I plan on possibly uploading all of my writings on AO3 as well soon. I have a few other half-baked stories I've written but I don't know if I'll share them. Ones a Percy Jackson/Supernatural crossover. The rest are part of a mini-series of one shots where Harry is raised by different people including nice muggles, the Frye Twins from the new Assassins Creed game, Merlin and the X-Men. Tell me if your interested and I might post them somewhere. Alright that's all for now. Hope you had a good Hallowe' 's Day/Easter.

Chapter 9: What The Mind Has Forgotten 2

Sherlock doesn't know how it happened but it did. Lily Evan's managed to weasel herself into his life in a week. Maybe it was because she was determined to talk to him and learn about him, or that she seemed to invite herself into his dorm nearly every day (he would have to ask Mycroft about the doors lock, it was way too easy to lockpick). An example of this was today actually, just over a week since he last spoke to odd woman.

He was sitting in his desk chair, comparing notes between his past few failed experiments when an angry Lily Evan's seemed to appear in his bedroom.

"Sherly, you won't believe what I just found out!" she yelled out as she threw herself on his bed.

He barely glanced up and muttered a "don't call me that" followed by a a sigh. He put his notes on his desk (no way was he finishing his work if Lily's expression had any say in it), and turned to give the redhead his full attention. "What?"

"Pandora just told me that James was on his way. Apparently he's fed up with me not understanding that he's being such a git for my own good, and that I should just give up on my muggle life and I'll instantly go home when he explains himself again." she managed to say in one breath. Sherlock nodded as he thought about what she said. 'Muggle life'. What on earth did that mean?

He nodded and thought over the why's, when's and how's of his response. "You can hide out here if you want on a condition." he saw as she visibly calmed down and looked at him curiously at that. Honestly, he would never understand emotions.

"What's that?" Lily replied and he gave a grin.

"You tell me what a muggle is." he watched as Lily paled and seemed to consider her options before she sighed.

"I shouldn't you know? It's a secret, one that most people aren't allowed know. I'll be breaking the law."

"Doesn't matter," he shrugged. "I'm sure Mycroft can find some weird loophole if you tell me. After all, he is the British government."

Again she sighed and seemed to think about it before finally responding with "to hell with it" and teaching him all about the wizarding world.

It took James Potter all of 5 hours to find Lily, from knocking on her door and finding her gone, to asking around only to receive answers like "You're Potter then? No. I don't know where she went." from her friends, to eventually hearing that she was "with that weirdo, Holmes." and finally tracking down Holmes' dorm. He could have used magic to do this but this was a magic free, muggle zone. He'd be thrown in Azkaban faster than you could say quidditch if he casted so much as a glamour.

During his hunt however, Lily stayed with him, happily answering any question he had about magic and telling him all about Hogwarts.

"Your world sounds very old fashioned." He commented eventually and Lily nodded.

"It is, but none of us muggleborns can do anything about it. Most of us get trapped in terrible job positions or end up leaving the wizarding world. Half-bloods do a bit better but at the end of the day, they aren't going anywhere to high up in most cases. They don't have enough power to make changes either, leaving the smallest group of people with the largest section of power. Most muggleborns end up leaving England though, going to Ireland, or Australia or Japan or sometimes America. Going somewhere were they are treated better." he nodded in understanding and opened his mouth to respond, when he heard a knock on the door.

"And that would be James." Lily said as he got up to head for the door.

"I know." he opened the door and inspected the man on the other side.

James Potter was average. Plain and simple. He was average in height, he wasn't overly attractive nor was he ugly, he had hair that looked like it had never seen a hairbrush and eyes that were a normal shade of blue. In other words he looked like a normal, rather boring person. Well he would if it wasn't wearing a brown robe over his clothes, making him look like a nerd that got lost on the way to a Lord of the Rings convention.

"Can I help you?" he asked the man and got an annoyed look in return.

"Where's Lily?" Potter instantly asked and he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

"I don't know and even if I did why would I tell you?"

"Because she's my fiancé and I need to speak to her!"

"About what? I can pass on the message next time I see her if it's so important." Of course, Sherlock knew that Lily was listening to every word that himself and the wizard said.

"Oh come of it! We both know she's in your room listening to what I say!"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think such a thing ?"

"I was told she was with you Holmes and I'm losing my patience! Where is she?"

Sherlock heard a small popping sound and held the door open. "Feel free to look around. She left about an hour ago. She told me she planned on visiting her parents this evening and needed to check train times."

Potter burst in and started looking around the room, even as Sherlock spoke. He would end up leaving half an hour later empty handed. Lily had long since apparated away.

The next day Lily came to him and thanked him for hiding her yesterday. Sherlock of course waved it off, but smiled into his tea all the same.

The next time Sherlock saw Lily, he was sitting in the library. He was hoping the quiet area might motivate him to work on his paper but all it was doing was helping him procrastinate by reading books on unrelated topics.

"Hey Sherlock," the voice beside him made him jump. Lily sat down beside him with a determined look on her face.

He closed the book with a repressed smile, an actual excuse not to work on his paper. Probably. Hopefully.

"Hello Lily."

"I, I-uh," she took a deep breath. "I need a favour."

"What exactly is this favour?" He raised an eyebrow.

She actually blushed a bit a looked around to make sure nobody was listening in. "I need you to-"

It was a few weeks after what had probably been one of the most awkward conversations of his life. He was standing in his room waiting for Lily. She was leaving today after all.

When she arrived she didn't even knock on his door, just opening it with the key she had somehow acquired.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice she was there until she hugged him.

"I am really grateful for all this Sherlock."

"It's fine. What are friends for?"

She pulled away to look intensly at him. "Very few friends would do what you did William. I'll always be thankful for it."

Sherlock didn't give out over the use of his birth name. In this instance it felt oddly fitting. Instead he just smiled and hugged her again.

"You said you're going to remove my memories of you correct?"

"Yes. It's for your safety. If either You-Know-Who or Dumbledore found out the truth about the wizarding world's saviour then you'd be in danger."

"I know. What are you going to do about James?"

"He won't remember much of this. He'll know that he's not the biological father of the child but not the father's name. He'll know we fought but won't remember over what and where I went, nor how long we were apart."

"Is that not a bit suspicious, all the gaps in his memories?"

"Notice me not charms."

There was silence for a few moments before Lily broke it. "You ready?"

Sherlock took a deep breath. "As I'll ever be."

"Obliviate."