'In here,' one of them muttered, as he tried the handle to the kitchen door. 'Alohomora.' The door clicked open, and the Death Eater crept slowly inside. John's heart raced, and he pushed his mother even further into the shadows. He crawled closer to the one that had come into the kitchen, as quietly as possible in an attempt to catch them by surprise. He held his wand in his trembling hand and rounded the kitchen counter. 'Silencio,' he whispered

They eventually ended up upstairs, where people rarely ventured. John sat at a table while Sherlock continued to search. He pulled a book out and flipped it open to look at the pages. Just as he did, light shone through one of the windows and illuminated him. Motes of dust drifted around his soft curls. Sunlight bounced off his high cheekbones and his lips pressed together in concentration. John fidgeted in his seat, his face suddenly hot and itchy.

Mr Weasley put down his paper and emblazoned on the front was a picture of a man with wild, matted hair and sunken, sallow skin. 'Who is that man' Castiel asked. 'Sirius Black,' Mr Weasley said grimly. 'The Sirius Black' Castiel said, eyes wide. He leaned closer to the paper. 'He's escaped' 'Yes,' said Mr Weasley, looking extremely grave.

Just then a handsome tawny flew in, followed by a black barn owl, one landing in front of Mrs Weasley and the other in front of Ron. Ron groaned as he saw the tawny. 'Isn't that Mycroft's owl?' Percy asked. Mrs Weasley opened it and read it to them. Dear Weasley family, We are hosting a small dinner party this afternoon at four o' clock and we would be delighted if you could make it. Unfortunately we are a few guests short, so please feel free to invite whomever you would like. I would very much like for our children to get to know one another a little better. Cordially yours, Mrs A. Holmes

Harry, Ron and Hermione are joined at Hogwarts by Sherlock Holmes, John Watson and Castiel