SuperPotterLock - The Order of the Phoenix

The Ministry of Magic

John woke with a start early in the morning, waking Sherlock with him. Mrs Weasley had hung some clean clothes on the back of the door for him, a nice comfortable jumper and jeans.

Sherlock wordlessly rubbed his back.

'Breakfast?' John whispered.

Sherlock shook his head. 'Not hungry.'

'Coming down with me?'

'Later.'

John leaned over to kiss Sherlock's cheek, and climbed out of bed, taking his time to get dressed. He quietly made his way to the kitchen, where he found Mr and Mrs Weasley, Sirius, Lupin and Tonks already sitting around the table.

'Morning,' Mrs Weasley said brightly.

'Morning,' John replied.

Mr Weasley smiled at him. 'Ready for today?' he asked.

John nodded. 'Yeah, I think it'll be all right. How are we getting there?'

'You and Harry are coming in with me,' said Mr Weasley. 'You're waiting in my office until it's time for your hearings. We'll get the tube!'

John chuckled at his enthusiasm. 'Yeah, it'll be fun.'

Just then, Harry came into the room looking pale and nervous, in his best t-shirt and jeans.

Mrs Weasley waved her wand over the stove as he closed the kitchen door. 'What would you like for breakfast? Porridge? Muffins? Bacon and eggs? Toast?'

'Er, just toast,' Harry mumbled.

'Porridge, if you don't mind,' said John, running a hand through his hair.

Tonks yawned widely. 'Been up all night,' she said at John's curious look.

'What were you saying about Scrimgeour?' Lupin asked Tonks.

'Oh... yeah... well, we need to be a bit more careful, he's been asking Kingsley and me funny questions...'

Mrs Weasley placed a bowl of porridge in front of John, and a couple of slices of toast down for Harry.

'...and I'll have to tell Dumbledore I can't do night duty tomorrow, I'm just t-t-too tired,' Tonks finished, giving another huge yawn.

'I'll cover for you,' said Mr Weasley. 'I'm okay, I've got a report to finish anyway.'

John glanced up from his bowl of porridge, but dropped his spoon with a clatter at the sudden pain in his ribs. 'Ow!' he yelped, pressing a hand to his chest.

'Are you all right?' Mrs Weasley said in alarm.

John pulled his hand away, half expecting to see blood, but there was nothing there. 'Yeah, I just-' He cut himself off, hissing through his teeth. 'It hurts- ow!' He doubled over, a burning sensation spreading across all if his ribs and up to his shoulders. His vision shifted and it was suddenly dark. He was in a long corridor, and there was a loud hissing noise, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from.

Mrs Weasley was wiping the blood from his nose with a cloth when he came around.

'Sorry,' he said thickly, rubbing his head.

'Don't be silly,' said Mrs Weasley. 'There you are, nice and clean.'

John pushed his bowl of porridge away, no longer hungry, and rested his eyes until he felt Sherlock sit beside him. 'I don't know where I was,' he mumbled.

'All right.' Sherlock was still in his pajamas.

'Not the best start to the day,' John said. 'I didn't want to be all dizzy for the hearing.'