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John Watson at Hogwarts: Year Four
Chapter 1 Trouble at the Cup
Compared to the previous summer, John found this one to be quite boring. Sherlock had not even written him, which was not too surprising. It felt like the summer would go by without incident. However, that would not the case. During breakfast one morning, John's mother gasped as she read the Daily Prophet. He looked over his mother's shoulder. He stared at the page, opened mouthed.
"Sherlock wasn't at the Quidditch World Cup, was he?" John's mother asked.
"He wasn't sure he would be going," John said.
"John, there was a Death Eater attack there," his mother replied.
"I reading it," John shouted. This startled his mother and Harriet. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm sorry. How is that possible? They have no one to follow."
The Death Eaters were the group that followed Voldemort.
"I don't know, sweetheart," his mother said.
"I need to send an owl," John replied.
His left the table with breakfast still on his plate. John went to his room and began to write feverously to Sherlock. He had to know he was all right.
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It was a little over a week later when Sherlock's letter finally came. He had not gone after all. John was relieved. As a precaution, John's mother did not let them go with her to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies.
"She didn't need to call you," John told Remus as the pair sat at the kitchen table drinking tea.
"I was the same way at your age," Remus replied with a laugh.
"So, what have you been doing?" John asked.
He took notice of Remus's more disheveled look. Remus had to look away for a moment.
"Dumbledore's been keeping me busy," he finally said.
"And what your friend?" John asked. "Black? They're saying he's the one behind the attack at the cup."
"I haven't talked to him," Remus said.
John decided it best not to mention anything more on the subject.
"Will there ever be a normal year?" he asked.
"Not until You-Know-Who is stopped," Remus answered after taking a drink of his tea.
"So, you think he's still out there then?" John asked.
"I do," Remus replied with a nod.
"Okay. And he's after Harry?" John asked.
"Yes," Remus said. He shook his hand and gave John a serious look. "We'll get through this. It was done before."
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When John saw Sherlock on the Hogwarts Express, he ran up to him and hugged him. It took Sherlock a moment to acknowledge John's hug.
"Since when do we hug?" he asked.
"Oh, shut up," John replied with a laugh as he let Sherlock go. "I thought you were at the cup."
"Right," Sherlock said.
A girl with blonde hair who seemed to be in a hurry bumped into John.
"Sorry," she apologized, and then rushed away before John could say anything.
"Mary Morstan," Sherlock suddenly said as he noticed John still looking back at the girl.
"Come again?" John asked.
"She's a Slytherin, John," Sherlock said.
"Didn't know," he replied as they found a compartment and sat down.
Nor did he care, but he was not going to tell Sherlock that.
"Anyway. Did you know they're saying Black conjured the Dark Mark?" Sherlock asked.
"They would, wouldn't they? He'll be the Ministry's escape goat," John said.
"Yes," Sherlock agreed.
John sighed and looked out the window of the train.
"I just want one calm year," he said.
"I don't think it will be with how my brother's acting," Sherlock replied.
"How do you mean?" John asked.
"He's been making sly comments here and there suggesting something is happening at Hogwarts this year," Sherlock said.
"Well, that's just bloody fantastic," John replied.
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Sure enough, Professor Dumbledore said that they would be hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament during the opening feast. Due to the danger, only students seventeen and older were able to summit their name.
"It doesn't sound so bad. Especially since we won't be able to enter our names," John told Sherlock as they went to their common rooms.
"The odds of getting picked would be slim even if we did," Sherlock told him.
Only one student from each school would compete.
"And what did you think of that new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" John asked.
"Something's not right about him," Sherlock said.
"Moody. The name sounds familiar," John replied, trying to remember where he had the name before.
"He's not called Mad-Eye Moody for nothing," Sherlock said.
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Sherlock walked up to John after breakfast the next morning.
"So, are you going to put your name in?" he asked.
John gave Sherlock a confused look.
"You heard Dumbledore," he said. "No one under seventeen…"
"I heard the Weasley twins are going to try to enter," Sherlock said.
John just laughed. That sounded like something they would do.
"They can try," John said.
"You're not the least bit tempted?" Sherlock asked.
John now looked at Sherlock seriously. Sherlock did not look like he was joking.
"It's like you said. The odds of our name being pulled out is slim," John said. And then it occurred to John why Sherlock suddenly seemed interested. "You want to enter, don't you?"
"No," Sherlock replied a little too quickly. "You?"
"No," John said at the same quickness.
Of course, John was not going to tell Sherlock of his dream. In it, he was competing for Hogwarts. Nor was John going to tell Sherlock of the particular girl in it that was cheering him on. A girl with a silver and green scarf.
"Have you had Defense Against the Dark Arts yet?" Sherlock asked.
John shook his head. It looked like neither of them were going to acknowledge that they wanted to enter their names.
"It's my next class. Have you had it? John asked.
Sherlock also shook his head.
"No," he said.
With that, they went their separate ways to class.