Disclaimer/ Author's Note:An early update for once! Oh Merlin! I'm early! (Trust me, this is a first) the world is ending! (It's not really ending for those who I have now convinced that the wolrd is ending... I am merely over exaggerating.) Sorry for the length of this guys. This is what happens when you get bored at 11pm on a Saturday night only to realise that what felt like 30 minutes later ended out to be 4 hours later.

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Thank you to Sam for reading through and correcting not only this chapter but my emails too -_- (Not cool Sam! I didn't even have the yellow glasses on!) Oh yeah! Remember that Husky Sam? My sister now has a Husky t-shirt, she's gonna chase me around the out with it... that bitch...

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Invisible Spy

The next morning was greeted with much gossip. From what Sherlock could tell, there had obviously been an article about the Triwizard Tournament, unfortunately the topic seemed to be focused upon Harry rather than the other champions.

'Oh look at that!' Sherlock sighed after finally being able to find a copy of the article to read for himself. '"… Yes, sometimes I still cry about them at night…" "I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament because they're watching over me…" What a load of crap!' Sherlock scanned to the bottom of the article. 'Well that's not how you spell Durmstrang… not even a mention of Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuffs aren't going to like that… Fleur Dechanoir? Who wrote this?' John leaned over pointed at the name of the journalist printed in italics at the bottom of the page. "Rita Skeeter."

'Who else was it going to be?' John dismissed the topic and glanced towards the Gryffindor table. 'I see he's skipped breakfast again.'

'That was predictable.'

'Sherlock!'

'Don't.' Sherlock hissed quietly as John made to look around for the source of the call. 'I can ignore him if I get to the staircase quick enough.'

'Isn't that Mycroft?' John whispered back, obediently following Sherlock's command. 'He's your brother.'

'More of a reason to ignore him.'

'Sherlock!' The footsteps of the older student quickened. 'Don't pretend you can't hear me, I know you can hear me.'

Sherlock sighed, forced a smile on his face and turned to face Mycroft. 'Sorry, can't stop and chat, I have a lesson to get to.'

'I need a word.'

'I need to get to lesson, now you don't want to affect my education, do you?'

'I heard you were sent to Dumbledore's office yesterday.'

'Dragged there to be honest. Now if you don't-'

'You need to stop showing off, Sherlock.'

'I'm not showing off!'

'Sherlock, you're going to get kicked out if you carry on like this. I just hope you don't upset Moody.'

'Why not? Being a ferret might be fun.'

'This isn't a joke.' Mycroft glanced at John with a small accusing gleam in his eyes.

'Thank you for the lecture, Mycroft. Now if you don't mind, I'm late for Defence Against the Dark Arts.' Without waiting for a response Sherlock swept down the corridor with John in tow.

Using the Hogsmeade trip as an excuse to escape the castle and its many inhabitants, Sherlock and John strolled through the small mountain village; stopping in shops every now and then and purchasing items that took their fancy.

'Hey.' Molly bounded cheerfully towards Sherlock and John as they walked out of Tomes and Scrolls bookstore. 'Fancy a Butterbeer?' She jerked her thumb towards the Three Broomsticks. The three of them headed in the direction of the brightly lit, welcoming pub; turning their cloaks up against the cold wind as they wandered towards it.

'Hello Hermione.' Sherlock slid into the seat a space away from Hermione, feeling a solid figure next to her that he could only assume was Harry with the disillusion charm in affect, as there was nothing visible to explain the solidity of the space. John sat beside Sherlock and Mary sat on Hermione's other side.

'What're you writing?' Molly asked keenly. 'Surely you didn't bring you homework out with you.'

'Oh no, I'm thinking of some ideas for S.P.E.W. We need to ensure that people understand the cruel rules that are being pressed upon our fellow magical creatures.'

'S.P.E.W?'

'It stands for "The Society for the promotion of Elfish Welfare". Our short-term aims are to ensure that house-elves will receive fair wages and working conditions. This includes sick days and-' As Hermione launched herself into a full explanation of S.P.E.W, Sherlock was certain he heard and exasperated sigh issue from his left hand side. After thirty minutes of ranting, Hermione stopped sharing her views and proceeded to make mental notes; thinking up ideas to campaign against house-elf enslavement.

'All right Hermione?' Hermione, Sherlock, John and Molly looked up in response to the call of Hermione's name.

'Hello Hagrid.' She replied cheerily as Moody leaned forwards, apparently reading the notes Hermione had made, just a slightly audible hiss could be heard. To which Harry's voice could be heard from the empty chair.

'Can your eye – I mean, can you -? ' The sound of Harry's voice made Molly squeal and John jump in shock, Hermione slightly frowned at the place where his voice issued from and Sherlock grinned; satisfied that his assumption was correct.

'Yeah,' Moody's reply was a little louder as he straightened up slightly. 'It can see through Invisibility Cloaks and it comes in useful at times, I can tell you.'

Hagrid too leaned over to read Hermione's notes and whispered to Harry; the whisper was loud enough for Sherlock to hear.

'Harry, meet me tonight at midnight at me cabin. Wear that cloak.' Hagrid then straightened up; beaming down at Hermione, Molly, John and Sherlock. 'Nice ter see yeh, Hermione.' Without another word Hagrid and Moody departed leaving Molly and John to stare at the empty chair in bewilderment.

'Let me get this straight,' John leaned on the mantelpiece of the fireplace in the Ravenclaw common room, frowning at Sherlock. 'You're just going to waltz into Hagrid's hut behind Harry and pray that you won't be seen? How do you suppose you do that then, Einstein?'

'Simple, disillusion charm.'

'What?'

'It'll enable me to move through the castle without being seen.' Sherlock checked his watch. 'I think I better leave now, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight John.' Sherlock tapped his wand on his own head; feeling a strange sensation. It felt as though someone had poured a cold liquid over his head; the sensation slowly oozed down the rest of his body until he could no longer be seen.

A scuff of a shoe and then a pause. After a few seconds the light padding sounds that were unmistakably footsteps continued towards the giant oak front doors. The parting of the doors slowly widened on their own. Sherlock followed the noises across the hall and squeezed himself through the now closing oak doors. He waiting until he could no longer hear the rustle of the grass as it came in contact with another invisible individual before heading towards the small cabin, which belonged to the gamekeeper. As Sherlock passed the Beauxbatons carriage a loud knock issued over the sloping lawns, followed by the barking of Hagrid's boarhound; Fang.

'You there, Harry?' Hagrid's head peered around the door warily.

'Yeah. What's up?' Harry's voice issued from somewhere near the front door. Hagrid closed the door, unknowingly leaving Sherlock outside. He was still able to hear a murmur of their conversation from where he stood; deciding that he was now capable of moving freely without detection Sherlock settled himself by the front door, where he could now hear exactly what they were saying through the gap in the bottom of the door without worrying about being hit by the door itself.

'- showing me?' Harry's voice enquired.

'Come with me,' replied Hagrid's voice. 'We won' take Fang, he won' like it…'

'Listen, Hagrid, I can't stay long… I've got to be back up at the castle for one o'clock –'

The cabin door opened and Hagrid began to gait across the lawn towards the Beauxbatons carriage. The rustle of grass they passed by announced that Harry had followed Hagrid and Sherlock too progressed towards the huge man.

'Hagrid, what –?'

'Shhh!' Hagrid then knocked upon the powder blue carriage door. Madam Maxime opened the door and bestowed a graceful smile to Hagrid.

'Ah, 'Agrid… it is time?'

'Bong-sewer.' Hagrid offered her one of his arms to aid her as she elegantly strode down the golden steps of the carriage. Sherlock was forced to stuff his fist in his mouth to prevent him for either laughing out loud or correct Hagrid's appalling attempt at basic French. Managing to keep his silence, Sherlock followed the two giant forms of Hagrid and Madame Maxime along the outskirts of the forest.

'Wair is it you are taking me 'Agrid?'

'Yeh'll enjoy this, worth seeing, trust me. On'y – don' go tellin' anyone I showed yeh, right? Yeh're not s'posed ter know.'

'Of course not.'

Sherlock soon became impatient. He could tell by the tone Hagrid had used and the gleam in his eyes that he did not want to show Harry something as mundane as Madam Maxime. Also Hagrid had mentioned that Madam Maxime wasn't supposed to know about something. Clearly this had something to do with the first task; therefore the first task has to involve some form of horrific monster; Hagrid's definition of monster would be something along the lines "cute, trustworthy and excellent pets". Other noises began reaching Sherlock's ears; men shouting and… roaring? With Hagrid still in lead, the two huge figures and two invisible individuals passed through a clump of trees. Enclosed behind thin wooden panelled fences stood four towering dragons. Each one surrounded by a number of wizards; each wizard tugging on chains attempting to be in command of the dragons.

'Keep back there, Hagrid!' One of the men called; it was impossible to distinguish who he was as the burst of flame from the closest dragon ensured that he was silhouetted. 'They can shoot fire at a range of twenty feet, you know! I've seen this Horntail do forty!'

'Isn' it beautiful?' Hagrid sighed.

'It's no good!' A second man yelled, but he was barely heard over the howl given by the silvery blue dragon. 'Stunning spells, on the count of three!'

The ground shook beneath Sherlock's feet as one by one the dragons were stunned and fell to the ground, once ensuring that all the dragons were no longer conscious the wizards began to disperse; collecting eggs and taking them over to the dragons or fastening the chains while they still had the chance.

'Wan' a closer look?' Hagrid motioned Madame Maxime towards the enclosures, encouraging her to approach the comatose dragons.

'All right, Hagrid?' The man who had warned Hagrid to stay back moved closer so that his appearance was thrown into focus. He was well built, he had a numerous amount of freckles that almost made him look tanned, his arms were covered in blisters and his red hair framed his broad face; Sherlock knew instantly that this man must be a Weasley. Ronald often claimed that his brother, Charlie worked with dragons in Romania; therefore this man had to be Charlie Weasley. 'They should be okay now – we put them out with a sleeping draught on the way here, thought it might be better for them to wake up in the dark and quiet – but, like you saw, they weren't happy, not happy at all –'

'What breeds you got here, Charlie?'

'This is a Hungarian Horntail.' Charlie pointed at the black, scaly mass that was contained in the enclosure closest to them. 'There's a Common Welsh Green over there, the smaller one –' He then pointed at the green reptile. 'A Swedish Short-Snout, that's blue-grey –' Charlie finally pointed at the last dragon. 'And a Chinese Fireball, that's the red.'

Madame Maxime slowly sauntered away; gazing in awe at the large scaly bodies.

'I didn't know you were brining her.' Charlie added in a disapproving tone. 'The champions aren't supposed to know what's coming – she's bound to tell her student, isn't she?'

'Jus' thought she'd like to see 'em.'

'Really romantic date, Hagrid.'

'Four… so it's one for each o' the champions, is it? What've they got to do – fight 'em?'

'Just get past them, I think. We'll be on hand if anything gets nasty, extinguishing spells at the ready. They wanted nesting mothers, I don't know why… but I tell you this, I don't envy the one who gets the Horntail. Vicious thing. It's back end's as dangerous as its front, look.' Charlie indicated towards the tail of the Horntail. Sherlock tried to piece together the scene in front of him. Charlie had said that all the dragons were nesting females. They would be protective over their eggs. Maybe a champion had to retrieve one of the eggs; no that's absurd. The champions would have to collect a fake egg.

Charlie had noticed Hagrid staring pensively at the clutch of eggs that were now being placed around the Horntail.

'I've got them counted, Hagrid.' Charlie stared firmly at Hagrid, but then his expression softened. 'How's Harry?'

'Fine.'

'Just hope he's fine after he's faced this lot. I didn't dare tell mum what he had to do for the first task, she's already having kittens about him…' Charlie adopted a shrill voice. '"How could they let him enter that tournament, he's much too young! I thought they were all safe, I thought there was going to be an age limit" she was in floods after that Daily Prophet article about him. "He still cries about his parents! Oh bless him, I never knew!"'

A slight movement to his left told Sherlock that Harry had made a hasty departure. Sherlock tried to move as fast as he could to catch up with Harry, without drawing attention to himself. This proved difficult after his robes snagged on a thorn bush and he struggled to free himself as noiselessly as possible and praying that Hagrid decided to admire the beast some more to avoid being knocked further into the bush when Hagrid pushed his way through the undergrowth to head back to his cabin with Madame Maxime.

Sherlock finally wrenched himself free, falling into Professor Karkaroff; knocking them both to the floor.

'Who's there?' Karkaroff called out suspiciously. 'Show yourself!'

'Sorry.' Sherlock stood up and offered his hand to help the petrified looking Karkaroff. 'I must've lost track of time when I –' It was too late. Sherlock had completely forgotten that he was invisible. It was too late to pass off the fall as an animal as he had already spoken and looking down, at where his body should've been, he could see nothing but hovering leaves and twigs.

'Who's there?' Karkaroff stared furiously at the spot where Sherlock now stood. 'I demand you answer me!'

'I'm… Peeves?' Sherlock then ran away from the scene as Karkaroff launched forwards to grab him. Charging back up the lawn towards the school, determine to put as much space between himself and Karkaroff as possible.