SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The Dark Mark

'Don't tell your other you've been gambling,' Mr Weasley implored Fred and George, as they all made their way down the purple-carpeted stairs.

'Don't worry, Dad,' said Fred 'we've got big plans for this money, we don't want it confiscated.'

Mr Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon further reflection, that he didn't want to know.

They let themselves get swept up into the crowd going back to the campsite. Once they entered the woods, John began to feel a creeping sense of unease, the same he had been feeling about the World Cup for weeks. He tried to look further to see the cause, but was still only able to see darkness with a few flickering lights and odd shape, until someone in the crowd shoved past him and snapped him out of it completely, not hanging around long enough to hear his muttered profanity directed at them.

When they got back to the tent, no one particularly felt like sleeping so Mr Weasley agreed to one mug of hot chocolate before bed. They all went into the living room in Sherlock's tent, where there was more room.

John was having a very engaging conversation with Fred and George about the Beaters, when a very strange sensation came over him, as if he was both weightless and spinning. He put both his arms out to try and steady himself. Sherlock was sitting across the room with Castiel, and his eyes flashed over to John.

'Can I ask you two a question?' John said to Fred and George. 'Am I – floating?'

'Er – no,' said Fred.

'Oh. That's new. What do you think that's about?'

'That's not really our area, John.'

'Yeah, true.' Then he felt something similar to his feet hitting the ground, and the spinning abruptly stopped. 'Okay, I think that's it now. Pass me some hot chocolate?'

George gave him a mug. 'You sure you're all right?'

'Yep, fine,' John said, taking a sip. 'Sort of feels like I'm running.'

'Running from what?' said Sherlock, coming over.

'Don't know, can't see it.'

'What can I do?'

'Nothing, as far as I can tell.'

Sherlock nodded and hovered anxiously, while everyone else continued discussing the match.

It wasn't until Sam and Ginny fell asleep right at the table that Mr Weasley realised what time it was, and insisted that they all go to bed. Everyone but John and Sherlock left for their own tents, leaving it quiet but for the singing and celebrating from around the campsite.

'Sherlock?' said John as they changed into their pyjamas in his room.

'Yes?'

'Why can't I – I dunno – feel you?'

'What do you mean?'

'Well I – we have this connection thing, right? You can feel m and I used to feel you sometimes, but now it's gone.'

'That is quite strange,' Sherlock said slowly. 'But what makes you think I know?'

John shrugged. 'I don't know. You just always seem to have the answer.'

Sherlock smiled at him. 'I appreciate your faith in me, John, but I'm afraid I know as much about this as you do. Perhaps we should visit the centaurs again when we return to Hogwarts.'

'Yeah maybe. I'd rather avoid it though. They're not the easiest to deal with.' John then yawned and stretched. 'Whatever it is, it's going to have to wait.'