SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The Unforgiveable Curses

The next two days passed without great incident, unless you counted Neville melting his sixth cauldron in Potions. Snape gave him detention, which he returned from in a state of nervous collapse, having been made to disembowel a barrelful of horned toads. John tracked down Trevor for him to make him feel better, and Dolly too found her way to him while Hermione taught him a Scouring Charm to remove the guts from under his fingernails.

By Thursday lunchtime, the fourth-year Gryffindors were all quite excited to have their first lesson with Mad-Eye Moody. John was convinced, however, when Sherlock came from his own Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, quiet and pale.

'What's wrong?' John asked, alarmed.

Sherlock said nothing.

'What's going on? Where's Cas?'

'He left.'

'He left? As in walked out?'

'Yes.'

'Why would he do that?'

Sherlock didn't answer, only shaking his head.

John scanned the room for Gabriel to ask him instead, but couldn't see him anywhere. 'Isn't the Head Boy supposed to be in here for meals?'

Sherlock still didn't say anything, so John called down the table to Dean. 'Have you seen Cas?'

'No, why?'

'Just wondering. He's probably just in the hospital wing.'

'He isn't, I was just there.'

'Oh. What were you doing in the hospital wing?'

'Venomous Tentacula got me. Again.'

John rolled his eyes and turned back to Sherlock. 'Come on, tell me what happened.'

'I'd rather not,' Sherlock muttered.

'Why?'

All the Gryffindor fourth-years began gathering up their things.

'I suppose I'd better go...' John went slowly, giving Sherlock one last chance, but tutted when he still wouldn't say. He swung his bag onto his shoulder, but Sherlock caught his wrist before he could leave.

'Be careful,' he mumbled.

'Yeah, thanks,' said John, taking back his hand. He left with Harry and Ron, trying to ignore both the fluttering sensation in his stomach and the tingling where Sherlock's skin had met his.

They queued up outside the classroom, where Hermione joined them right at the last minute, after having been in the library. When they entered, they took seats at the front of the classroom and pulled out their copies of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. They waited in silence, John now more apprehensive than excited, and soon they heard Moody's distinctive clunking footsteps.

'You can put those away,' he said, stumping over to his desk and sitting down, 'those books. You won't need them.' He then took out a register and began calling out names, his normal eye moving steadily down the list, while the magical eye swivelled around, fixing on each student as they answered their names. 'Right then,' he said once he was finished with the register. 'I've had a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you've had a pretty thorough grounding in tackling Dark creatures – you've covered Boggarts, Red Caps, Hinkypunks, Grindylows, Kappas and werewolves, is that right?'

There was a general murmur of agreement.

'But you're behind – very behind – on dealing with Dark curses. So I'm here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other. I've got one year to teach you how to deal with Dark-'