SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

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John gasped, fighting as hard as he could against the pain, and the pulling on his mind. He could feel Sherlock beginning to lose his grip as well, and he desperately grabbed hold of Sherlock's hand.

'Don't go,' Sherlock whispered weakly.

John whimpered.

There was a torrent of sound all around them; voices and screams, but John paid them no heed. He wasn't sure he could hold on much longer, until he felt something come over him. A soothing, white presence seized him, and helped him ground himself. He felt Sherlock's pain ease as well.

'Cas,' he murmured, 'is that you?'

'It's me,' Cas said, alarm clear in his voice. 'Stay with me, John.'

Minutes passed, with Cas running his wand over John, and Sherlock was strong enough to sit up.

People were still screaming, and Cedric's body was still on the ground... but where had Harry gone? His stomach lurched horribly. The Minister, all of the judges except Karkaroff, and Dumbledore were still standing nearby. He could feel that John had recovered somewhat, but was still reluctant to ask him for anything. Professor Moody's office flashed through him. 'Is he there?' Sherlock asked.

The movement was barely there, but John nodded.

'I don't want to leave you.'

You have to find him.

Sherlock bit his lip, looking in the direction of the castle, John's urgency rushing through him. 'Stay with him,' Sherlock said to Cas, kissing John's hand and getting unsteadily to his feet.

'Where are you going?' Cas demanded, eyes wide.

Sherlock glanced at Dumbledore, still standing by Cedric, but there was no time. 'Stay with him,' he said again, before using the confusion and hysteria to disappear into the crowd, out of the stands, and back up to the castle. He stopped at the bottom of the marble staircase. His connection with John was now tenuous, but he could still feel the instability.

Sherlock forced himself up the stairs and to Moody's office, but the door was locked. 'Let me in,' he shouted, pounding on the door. 'Harry, are you in there?'

There was no answer, but the wave of panic from John told him that Harry was inside. He held out his wand, but his hands still shook, his breathing was heavy, but he shouted, 'Stupefy!' at the door anyway. Nothing happened, and he fell to his knees, slapping his palms against the door. He didn't have the strength to go any further, but he continued his onslaught anyway, if only so he didn't feel entirely useless.

Then someone shoved him roughly aside, and he heard Dumbledore shout, 'Stupefy!', blasting the door apart, and there was a heavy thud on the other side.

Sherlock looked up and saw Dumbledore, Snape, and Professor McGonagall enter the office, and he scrambled after them.

Moody was unconscious on the floor, and Harry was sitting, slumped in a chair.

Dumbledore and Snape stood over Moody, and Sherlock joined McGonagall at Harry's side.

'How can it have been Moody?' Harry mumbled.

Sherlock didn't understand what he was asking, but he felt John's relief that Harry was all right.

'This is not Alastor Moody,' said Dumbledore quietly. 'You have never known Alastor Moody. The real Moody would not have removed you from my sight after what happened tonight.'

Dumbledore bent down over Moody's limp form and put a hand inside his robes. He pulled out Moody's hip-flask, and a set of keys on a ring. Then he turned to Professor McGonagall and Snape.