SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The Pensieve

The door of the office opened.

'Hello, boys,' said Moody. 'Come in, then.'

John and Harry went inside.

Cornelius Fudge was standing beside Dumbledore's desk, wearing his usual pinstriped cloak and holding his lime-green bowler hat.

'Harry!' said Fudge jovially, moving forwards. 'How are you?'

'Fine,' said Harry.

'And, er...?' Fudge looked John up and down.

'John Watson, sir,' he reminded Fudge. 'We've met.'

'Ah, yes, the supposed Seer.'

John winced as Sherlock's anger crashed through him. Stop it, he thought, but it didn't help much.

'We were just talking about the night when Mr Crouch turned up in the grounds,' said Fudge, eager to change the subject at John's expression. 'It was you who found him, was it not, Harry?'

'Yes,' said Harry. 'I didn't see Madame Maxime anywhere, though,' he added, finding it pointless to pretend they hadn't overheard, 'and she'd have a job hiding, wouldn't she?'

John hastily turned his laugh into a cough.

'Yes, well,' said Fudge, looking embarrassed, 'we're about to go for a short walk in the grounds, Harry, if you'll excuse us... perhaps if you just go back to your class-'

'We wanted to talk to you, Professor,' Harry said quickly, looking at Dumbledore.

'Wait here for me,' Dumbledore said. 'Our examination of the grounds will not take long.'

They trooped out in silence, and closed the door.

After a minute or so, the clunks of Moody's wooden leg grew fainter in the corridor below.

John sighed and leant against Dumbledore's desk.

Fawkes was standing on his golden perch by the door, watching them curiously.

Dumbledore's office made John feel odd. So many magical objects strewn about the room made his head spin. He ran his hands through his hair, thinking about what he had seen. It was further in the future than he had ever been before, and Sherlock being blasted across the Great Hall replayed itself in his head over and over again.

Can you come? John asked Sherlock

Sherlock sent him back an image of himself and Castiel attempting to wrangle some Leaping Toadstools. After...

Just then, Harry began walking cautiously to the other side of the room.

'What is it?' John asked.

'There's something...'

John saw what Harry had caught sight of: a silvery white light shining through a crack in the door of a cabinet. 'Harry, I don't know...' John said, but Harry had already pulled open the cabinet door, so John hurried over to join him.

A shallow stone basin lay inside, with odd carvings around the edge; runes and symbols that they didn't recognise.

John reached for Sherlock again. What is this?

Suddenly, excitement bubbled through him from Sherlock. A Pensieve.

'What's a Pensieve?' John muttered aloud.

Sherlock's excitement garbled any explanation he tried to get across, resulting in a blurred mixture of words, images and runes, none of which John understood. Your mind is weird. Tell me later. With words.