SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

Aboard the Hogwarts Express

John and Sherlock were the first to wake in the morning, and were already dressed when Mrs Weasley came downstairs. Sam and Dean came with her, again eager to help her cook.

John was just making sure Dolly was secure in her tank, when a soft pop and a voice made him jump.

'Is Arthur there?' it asked.

John turned around and looked down at the fireplace, where a head and nothing else was sitting. John blinked a few times. 'Mr Diggory?' he said, perplexed

'Yes, yes, please get Arthur, it's rather urgent.'

'I'll get him,' said Mrs Weasley, coming out of the kitchen. 'Arthur!' she called up the staircase. 'Arthur! Amos needs to speak to you, he says it's urgent!'

Mr Weasley came clattering into the living room, his robes on backwards. 'What's wrong, Amos?' he said.

Mr Diggory sighed. 'It's Mad-Eye again, Arthur.'

'What's he done this time?'

'Apparently he thought someone was trying to break into his house-'

'Hang on, I suppose I'd better write this down. Molly, can you-?'

'Of course.' Mrs Weasley began rifling through a drawer in one of the cabinets.

'Some Muggle heard bangs and shouting,' Mr Diggory continued, 'so they went and called those what-d'you-call-'ems – please-men. Arthur, you've got to get over there-'

'Here!' Mrs Weasley said breathlessly, pushing a piece of paper, a bottle of ink and a crumpled quill into Mr Weasley's hands.

'It's a real stroke of luck I heard about it,' said Mr Diggory's head. 'I had to come into the office early to send a couple of owls, and I found the Improper Use of Magic lot all setting off – if Rita Skeeter gets hold of this one, Arthur-'

'What does Mad-Eye say happened?' asked Mr Weasley, unscrewing the ink bottle, loading up hs quill and preparing to take notes.

Mr Diggory rolled his eyes. 'Says he heard an intruder in his yard. Says they were creeping towards his house, but they were ambushed by his dustbins.'

'What did the dustbins do?' asked Mr Weasley, scribbling frantically.

'Made one hell of a racket, firing rubbish everywhere, as far as I can tell,' said Mr Diggory. 'Apparently one of them was still rocketing around when the please-men turned up.'

Mr Weasley groaned. 'And what about the intruder?'

'Arthur, you know Mad-Eye Someone creeping into his yard in the dead of night? More likely there's a very shellshocked cat wandering around somewhere, covered in potato peelings. But if the Improper Use of Magic lot get their hands on Mad-Eye, he's had it – think of his record – we've got to get him off on a minor charge, something in your department – what are exploding dustbins worth?'

'Might be a caution. Mad-Eye didn't use his wand? He didn't actually attack anyone?'

'I'll bet he leapt out of bed and started jinxing everything he could reach through the window,' said Mr Diggory, 'but they'll have a job proving it, there aren't any casualties.'

'All right,' said Mr Weasley, stuffing his parchment in his pocket and dashing out of the kitchen.

Mr Diggory looked around at Mrs Weasley. 'Sorry about this, Molly,' he said, more calmly, 'bothering you so early and everything... but Arthur's the only one who can get Mad-Eye off, and he's supposed to be starting his new job today. Why he had to choose last night...'