SuperPotterLock - The Order of the Phoenix

The Lost Prophecy

Dean sat on the floor, still holding Cas's hand. Luna and Hermione were still unconscious, Neville was still trying to stop Ron from being suffocated by the brain's tendrils wrapped around him, while Ginny watched, unable to help with her broken ankle, and Sherlock was sitting with his eyes closed.

The room had been eerily quiet since Dumbledore had rushed past after Harry and John, but Dean knew the Death Eaters were still only in the next room. Cas weakly squeezed his hand again.

'That's right,' Dean murmured. 'I'm still here. Don't let go.'

The door to the room burst open, and Dean jumped to his feet, wand in hand.

'It's all right,' said Mycroft, hurrying over to where Sherlock was sitting.

Two other wizards passed him to apprehend the Death Eaters in the next room, and Madam Pomfrey appeared shortly after, much to Dean's relief.

'What happened?' Mycroft muttered to Sherlock, restoring his eyesight.

'John had a vision,' Sherlock mumbled, blinking rapidly. 'We thought Harry had the same one, and John wanted to help.'

'You didn't ask Harry?'

'John's vision-'

'You should have asked,' Mycroft said sharply. 'Always make sure you have the facts before doing something so unbelievably stupid as this.' He got up and went over to Ron, finally disentangling him from the brain, throwing it to the ground where it made a horrible squelching sound and lay still, then conjured ribbons of bandages that wrapped themselves around Ron's arms, covering the deep cuts left by the brain.

Sherlock pulled his knees up to his chest. With John already back at Hogwarts, so far away, he suddenly felt quite small and alone.

Madam Pomfrey made short work of Ginny's broken ankle, and Neville's broken nose, before moving on to revive Luna.

'You're gonna be fine, Madam Pomfrey's here,' Dean whispered to Cas, watching her tend to Hermione before she came over to Cas.

Madam Pomfrey knelt down beside Cas and ran her wand over him, muttering rapidly. The sores on his face cleared up instantly. She frowned slightly and pointed her wand at his stomach.

All of a sudden he began to convulse, and Madam Pomfrey rolled him onto his side. Viscous black fluid bubbled from his mouth.

'That's it,' said Madam Pomfrey. 'Get it all out.'

Cas retched and the black fluid splattered on the floor before he fell still.

'What happened, is he okay?' Dean said, alarmed.

'He's fine,' Madam Pomfrey said soothingly. 'Nasty curse and he might still be unwell for a few days, but he'll be all right.'

Dean sighed in relief and looked down at Cas. His face was still covered in a thin film of sweat, but he looked much more peaceful than he had only moments ago, and sleeping soundly. Dean gently dabbed at the black liquid on his face with his sleeve.

Once Madam Pomfrey was satisfied that they were all either healed or stable, she disappeared into the next room to treat the injured Order members.

'Do you think Harry's okay?' Ginny asked.

'He's fine,' Sherlock told them, not looking at any of them. 'He's back at Hogwarts.'

'I don't think he's fine,' Dean muttered, having seen the look on his face when Sirius fell through the veil.

Lupin was the first to emerge, looking exhausted.

Dean looked up and grimaced. 'I'm sorry about Sirius,' he said.