SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The House-Elf Liberation Front

Once everyone, bar Cas, finally returned to Gryffindor Tower, Fred and George had thrown a party in Harry's honour, with mountains of food, flagons of pumpkin juice, and bottles of Butterbeer scattered over ever surface. They let off a few Wet-Start fireworks, so the air was filled with sparks and stars. Dean Thomas put up several, impressive banners that he had drawn himself, most depicting Harry circling the Horntail, but a few showed Cedric's face on fire.

They all settled into the party, chatting happily and eating the food, until people began asking Harry about his golden egg.

'Blimey, this is heavy,' Lee Jordan said, lifting it from the table Harry had set it on. 'Open it, Harry, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!'

'He's supposed to work out the clue on his own,' Hermione said swiftly. 'It's in the Tournament rules...'

Dean leaned down and muttered in her ear, 'He was supposed to figure out how to get past the dragon on his own, too,' and she grinned sheepishly.

'Go on, Harry, open it!' several more people echoed.

Lee passed it to Harry, and he dug his fingernail into the groove that ran all the way around it. He prised it open, but it was completely hollow, and a horrible, wailing shriek filled the room. Everyone covered their ears, including John, though it sounded a little muffled to him, but he couldn't work out why.

'Shut it!' Fred bellowed.

'What was that?' Seamus gasped as Harry slammed the egg shut.

Neville had gone extremely pale. 'It sounded like someone being tortured!' he exclaimed. 'You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!'

'Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal,' George said. 'They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him in the shower, Harry...'

'Want a jam tart, Hermione?' Fred said, offering her one.

She looked at it suspiciously.

'Don't worry, we haven't done anything to it. It's the custard creams you have to watch out for-'

Neville choked and spat out the one he'd just taken a bite of.

Fred laughed. 'Just my little joke, Neville.'

Hermione took a jam tart. 'Did you get all this from the kitchens?' she asked.

'Yep,' said Fred, grinning at her. 'The house-elves are dead helpful. They'd bring me a roast ox if I said I was peckish.'

'How do you get in there?' Hermione asked in a casual, innocent sort of voice.

'It's easy,' said Fred. 'Concealed door behind a painting of a fruit bowl. You tickle the pear and it giggles, and-' He stopped and looked at her suspiciously. 'Why?'

'Nothing,' she said quickly.

Before Fred could say anything else, Neville caused a distraction by turning into a large canary.

'Oh - sorry, Neville!' Fred shouted over the laughter. 'I forgot - it was the custard creams we hexed!'

Within a minute Neville had fully moulted, and even joined in with the laughter.

'Canary Creams!' Fred shouted. 'George and I invented them - Seven Sickles each, bargain!'

Sherlock, however, had not noticed, and John found him in a corner, staring into space.