PotterLock Down (A Crossover Fanfiction)

Chapter 16: Mapped Out

John Watson awoke to the sound of a whistling tea kettle and the smell of breakfast cooking. His mobile showed one unread message. It had been sent two days previously, but not delivered till the night before. He was not surprised to see it was from Sherlock; Harry had said electronics at the school were rendered unpredictable. It contained two words: "AM ALIVE."

"Well, that's a relief," John grunted.

Blearily, he stumbled out of bed and trudged into the kitchenette of their suite.

"Morning," he muttered, then stopped.

There was no one in the kitchen. A broom skittered across the floor, eggs fried themselves in a pan, and water flowed from a kettle into an empty cup, all without visible human or mechanical aid.

Just then, Ron sauntered into the room and retrieved his breakfast. He paused to nod at the stupefied doctor.

"Good morning," he said, as everything returned to normal.

John rubbed his face. "That'll be Thursday, then," he muttered to himself. "I knew I'd never get the hang of Thursdays."

Ron bobbed his head pensively. "My mum made the kitchen prepare breakfast on Tuesdays," he mused through a mouthful of egg.

Hermione came bursting in the door with a pamphlet in her hand. "You lot are never going to believe what's happened!"

An uneven step thumped down the stairs. Harry, looking drawn and a little pale from his recent poisoning, but still alive.

John checked him over with a doctor's concern. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Harry lowered himself onto the sofa. "Better, thank you; I believe I owe you my life, Dr. Watson."

Meanwhile, Ron caught a glimpse of the pamphlet in Hermione's hand. "Wait, is that Hogwarts?" He asked.

Hermione plopped down next to Harry and spread the pamphlet out so everyone could see. "It is Hogwarts," she confirmed, "but look what it says about it!"

"Awakened the First Evil—what First Evil?" Ron frowned.

"There isn't one," Hermione objected. "There can't be!"

A popping sound echoed in the small room in the middle of her remark.

"That's what we thought too."

"All signs seem to indicate something."

The four friends whirled around as Fred and George Weasley Apperated in the back of the room.

Ron jumped up. "How did you learn to do that?" He demanded.

Fred looked offended. "Trade secret, little brother."

"Taught ourselves how, that's what we did," said George.

"What are you two doing here?" Asked Harry. "Is Sherlock all right?"

The brothers hesitated, so Hermione assumed the worst.

"Oh no," she moaned, "he hasn't been discovered, has he?"

"Him? Not hardly!" Snorted George.

"A little bit of polyjuice put one over on the Profs, and now they think he can use magic," said Fred proudly.

John could tell there was still something. "Then what did you come here to tell us?" He asked.

The twins hesitated for exactly the same breath, then said in unison, "Your friend the inspector's gone missing."