Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible

Chapter 25

Weeks passed and nothing happened. Molly fell back into the Hogwarts routine, after causing a lot of fuss with her return.
So far, nothing had happened.
So why did Sherlock feel the sinking feeling that something big was coming.
John hadn't said anything about how he got Molly back. Molly hadn't either. It's like they were both trying to keep a secret safe, and avoiding stepping too close to the subject.
And so, they continued, as thought nothing was going on. The continued as though James hasn't disappeared that day when Molly went missing. Sherlock was assuming he'd come back too, but he was gone.
"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked, pulling hike to the side of the hallway suddenly. "You've been acting really weird all week. Something's bothering you."
And John smiled. Because what else would you do.
"I'm fine, Sherlock," he replied, not missing a beat. "Don't worry."
And so they continued. Sherlock grew evermore suspicious of Johns attitude, trying to blame it on stress, or trauma, but he couldn't think why John would be acting this strange.
Unless something happened.
John never did quite explain how he got Molly back. All he ever said was that she was in the shrieking shack. There was no fight, or anything.
Somehow, I doubted it.
John got weirder by the minute. At first, he was asking about unforgivable curses in Defence Against the Dark Arts, asking for the way to cast them. And then he was sneaking out, returning with various supplies.
He was even avoiding intimacy with Sherlock
It was almost as though he was a different person.
There was definitely something different about John, but that all left his mind when he was told "follow me."
He needed the closeness, the time alone with John. He didn't even stop to think. He needed it.
And so, as he followed John up the stairs and around the school, he was dying to reach where they were going. Dying to know what was happening.
And, even as they reached the roof, sitting down, and staring out at the sun setting, he couldn't comprehend anything.
"I've really missed this," John muttered, interlocking their fingers. "It's been too long."
He nodded, staring back at John. The world was perfect at that moment.
And so, he smiled as he looked back at he sunset, not caring at all.
"Have you missed me," John asked, breaking the silence. Only it wasn't John's voice. Not at all. A thick, Irish accent filled his thoughts.
"Hello, Sherlock Holmes," he laughed.
James.
Sherlock's heart started pumping. Where was John? How much did James know? Was everyone okay?
But all of that cleared his thoughts at the utter of one word.
"Imperio."

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OKAY GUYS I KNOW I HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO SO BUT BEAR WIH ME I GOT BUSY AND I KINDA FOGOT ABOT THIS STORY AND YEAH I RPOMISE ITLL COME BACK ITS ALMOST FINISHED ANYWAY FORGIVE ME PLEASE