SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The Beginning

John woke the next morning, still very much in pain, but not so much he couldn't hold himself together. Sherlock refused to leave his side, helping him eat and drink, and holding him tightly after the Diggorys had been to see them.

'I'm sorry,' he said to them, 'I tried - I tried to get to him, I did.'

'We know you did,' Mrs Diggory said quietly. 'We saw you run into the maze after them.'

'I - but I couldn't - I wasn't-'

'It's not your fault,' she said. 'You did everything you could.'

As soon as they were gone, John curled up with Sherlock.

Harry went back to Gryffindor Tower that afternoon, but John was too weak to move, and far too sensitive to everyone around him. The only ones that didn't pull his visions were Sherlock and Castiel. Sherlock because he purposely and carefully stopped himself from pulling, and pushed John's mind back if it did. Cas because his presence soothed John, and all he saw was white light when he looked at Cas.

'Do you think he knows he's doing it?' John mumbled to Sherlock, as Cas passed by them.

'I don't think so,' said Sherlock. 'He wouldn't be happy about it if he did. He's afraid of whatever this is.'

'I don't see what's so scary about it,' John mumbled, dozing off again.

'People are afraid of what they don't understand,' Sherlock murmured, gently giving John an impression of himself when he was scared of his visions.

John just sighed and let sleep take him. It wasn't much of a reprieve, as the images of the graveyard and Cedric assaulted him, but it was better than forcing himself to stay awake.

Two weeks passed with John hardly able to move, but his strength began to return and he was able to sit up himself. The sun streamed through the windows of the hospital wing, and John gazed at it longingly.

'I want to go outside,' he whispered, mostly to himself.

Sherlock heard him, of course, and looked over at Cas.

'I think that can be arranged,' Cas said. 'Do you want to go now?'

'Really?'

'Sure, come on.' Cas conjured a stretcher next to John's bed and helped him into it, then the three of them went out onto the grounds.

It was a hot day, but John was glad to feel it on his face.

Cas carefully lowered him to the ground under the shade of the beech tree next to lake, in view of the Durmstrang ship.

'I'll be back in a couple of hours,' Cas said, leaving them to it.

They settled themselves at the base of the tree, John leaning heavily against Sherlock.

'How are you?' John asked Sherlock, rubbing Sherlock's leg, his eyes closed.

'I'm fine,' Sherlock said, kissing him on the top of the head.

'Really?'

If he was honest, Sherlock still felt the odd shock through his head after the time he'd spent holding John together, but it wasn't enough to bother him. 'Really.'

John nodded and was soon dozing off again, but he felt a lot better in the sunlight and with fresh air. Then he felt Sherlock nudging him awake again. 'What?' he mumbled.

'Look.'

John squinted across the grounds in the direction Sherlock was looking, and rubbed his eyes, not quite believing what he was seeing.