The Man With Two Faces

They had all been sitting outside the door for half an hour now. Ron was snoring softly but everyone else sat alert, too worried to do anything otherwise. Suddenly, the door banged open and Dumbledore appeared, carrying an unconscious Harry in his arms. They heard the faint sound of a harp playing before the door was slammed shut again. Hermione and John jumped up but Dumbledore had already rushed past them, his silver hair whipping behind him. Sherlock shook Ron awake.

'Ron, let's go,' he said.

'Where do you think he's taking him?' John wondered.

'He didn't look in great condition, so I'd say the hospital wing,' Sherlock said, so tired that he didn't even have the energy to point out that it was obvious. They creaked to their feet, yawning, and made their way down to the hall. The windows showed the lightening sky outside, but they didn't stop to admire the rising sun, stumbling along to the hospital and getting there just as Dumbledore was closing the door behind him. He looked grave.

'Sir?' Ron said tentatively.

'Harry is in bad condition. You may visit him in a few hours if you wish,' Dumbledore told them. 'Look at you all, you're dead on your feet. I give the two of you permission to sleep in Gryffindor Tower tonight- it's closer. You've all been very brave, but now you need some rest.'

'Yes, sir,' they mumbled. He smiled and rushed off. All of them, Sherlock in particular, would have objected and demanded to know what was going on with Harry, but as it was they could barely stand up. So they trudged back up to Gryffindor Tower where they found two makeshift beds in the common room for Castiel and Sherlock, which they collapsed into immediately. Ron, John and Hermione hardly made it up to the dormitories.

A few hours passed until it became impossible to ignore the rest of the Gryffindors getting up for breakfast and grudgingly followed them down to breakfast.

'Sherlock, your buttons are done up wrong,' John said as they sat down.

'What?'

'Your buttons,' he said, pointing at Sherlock's shirt. He looked down at them blearily. He grunted indistinctly and put his head in his hands, feeling a migraine coming on. The rest of them weren't much better off either, Ron had already dunked his tie in his bowl of cereal twice, Hermione dozing off on his shoulder and Castiel was sat unnaturally straight, face pale. John was by far the perkiest of them all, having had far more experience with lack of sleep. No one said anything outright yet, but people were already whispering about Harry's absence. The first ones to ask were the Weasley twins. They sidled up either side of Ron and said in hushed voices, 'Is it true you took on McGonagall's giant chess set?'

'How'd you know?' Ron demanded.

'We heard McGonagall talking to Flitwick. Apparently you were really good,' said George.

'I wasn't bad,' Ron blushed.

'So, what happened to Harry?' asked Fred.

'Dunno. We're going to see him later.'

'Let us know, eh.'

They grinned and went back to Lee Jordan to recount what Ron had said. The post arrived in the usual flurry of feathers, accompanied by Castiel's usual flinch. Sherlock looked up and saw, once again, an owl gliding towards them with a letter addressed to Castiel. Suddenly an idea flashed through Sherlock's head. Enough was enough, he thought. He stood up, aimed his wand and said, 'Finite Incantatem.' He reached up and grabbed it, a triumphant smirk on his face. Lucy, Gabriel, Mycroft and the Hufflepuff Head Girl all stood up at once. Sherlock unfolded the letter and scanned the parchment. The hall had fallen silent and the students were all staring at the five people that were standing. Sherlock chuckled.

'Sentiment,' he scoffed, 'is a terrible thing, Lucy,' he announced to the hall. 'You see, if you had just left this letter blank, then no one would have known where it had come from.'

Lucy pursed her lips. Her hand moved to draw her wand, but Mycroft, Gabriel and the Head Girl's wands were already on her.

'But the thing is, you care way too much about your little brother, though you certainly have a twisted way of showing it.'

John shook his head.

'Is now really the time for dramatics?' he hissed.

'Actually, it is.'

Sherlock looked down at Castiel, still sat straight, but making as little movement as possible.

'And so comes the downfall of the Great and Caring Lucy Edlund,' he continued sarcastically. '"Dearest Castiel, I am sorry about everything- all of this. But you know it's necessary. I hope you know that I'm just trying to protect you and that you can forgive me someday. Love, your sister, Lucy".'

Lucy looked carefully around, looking for a way out. Mycroft, seeing this, shot a spell at the doors and slammed them firmly shut. Lucy bared her teeth in a snarl and made a flying leap across the tables. Before any of the raised wands could react, Lucy had Castiel in her grip, wand to his temple. Sherlock pointed his own wand at her, as did Ron, Hermione and John, though they knew that there was nothing they could do. Lucy backed away, the wands still pointed at her but unwilling to do anything in case she hurt Castiel. Gabriel wavered but kept his wand high. The rest of the students were scrambling out of the way, not wanting to get hit by any ricocheting spells.

'Open the doors,' she growled, voice low. They made no move. 'Open them, now!'

Mycroft hesitated.

'Anthea, open the doors,' he said quietly- the Head Girl was closest. His eyes never left Lucy, even as the doors opened, calculating every move she might make. Lucy backed slowly out of the doors and as soon as she was out she threw Castiel aside, taking off across the Entrance Hall; followed by Mycroft, Anthea and Gabriel. Lucy aimed over her shoulder and tried to curse Mycroft with the Full-Body Bind, but missed. Percy was suddenly in front of her, blocking her way, completely bewildered by the goings on. Anthea saw an opening and shouted, 'Incarcerous!' But Lucy was too quick for her and cast a powerful Shield Charm around herself, giving herself enough time to shove Percy roughly out of the way. Sherlock rushed to Castiel and tried to help him up, but he was paralysed by the terror caused by the battle in front of him. Lucy saw him and angrily shot a curse at him. He ducked just in time to hear the stone cracking above his head.

'Gabriel!' Mycroft shouted.

'On it!' he yelled back. He stood in front of Sherlock and Castiel and cast a Shield Charm of his own around them. Percy finally realised what was going on and attempted to help but was buffeted out of the way by Mycroft and Anthea, who were now using non-verbal spells in an effort to catch Lucy off guard. Sherlock watched in awe, he had not seen such a display of magic in his life and it was quite a show to see and he had to admit, Lucy was good. She was holding her own against two top students with a year's more experience than her. Eventually, a few of the older Gryffindor students started firing a few of their own spells at her from the doorway, until everyone who could fit was shouting and waving their wands. She knew she was outnumbered by a landslide, but kept fighting on anyway, becoming angrier by the second. Just as they looked set to catch her, she pointed her wand at the ceiling.

'Bombarda!' she shouted. A hole was blasted through the ceiling, raining rubble and dust around them all, choking them. By the time the cloud cleared, Lucy was gone. Mycroft kicked at a fallen stone slab to vent his feelings.

'What the- Holmes, explain!' Professor McGonagall spluttered, rushing down the marble staircase.

'Ah, Professor, not a moment too soon,' Sherlock choked.

'Professor, Lucy Edlund escaped,' Mycroft explained.

'I see,' she sighed. 'Help me fix this- Reparo.'

The fallen bits of stone and debris flew smoothly back into place until nothing left a trace of Lucy's departure. Meanwhile, Sherlock hoisted Castiel to his feet, who stood in total shock, barely breathing.

'Castiel, breathe,' Sherlock reminded him. He slowly let out a long breath but found it difficult to breathe in again.

'She's gone, you're all right.'

He leaned against the wall and drifted off until it was time to go to lessons, Sherlock by his side.

The next two days passed in a tired haze, through lessons and a particularly embarrassing defeat at the hands of Ravenclaw for Gryffindor. Harry remained unconscious while the rest of the school went about their daily business, albeit with the story of a few first-years battling through powerful enchantments. Professor Quirrell also disappeared and many rumours circulated about the reason for it, though everyone seemed to be within a general agreement that it had something to do with Harry. It turned out that it was not Snape that had been aiding Voldemort, which left Sherlock internally kicking himself for not realising it. They made frequent visits to Harry in the hospital wing, along with Fred and George, though they were banned when they tried to sneak him in a toilet seat. Apparently Madam Pomfrey considered it to be unhygienic. It became commonplace to see Gabriel running full pelt down the corridor, whooping loudly, with Castiel on his back, a huge smile spread across his face.

At last, Harry awoke, surrounded by sweets, cards and gifts, but Madam Pomfrey was reluctant to let them visit. She eventually relented, but pulled Castiel aside.

'Make sure they don't overwhelm him,' she said.

'I will,' he smiled.

Harry was lying on the bed, looking quite grumpy, but a grin lit up his face when he saw them.

'Harry!' Hermione exclaimed. 'Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to- Dumbledore was so worried.'

'The whole school's talking about it,' said Ron. 'What really happened?'

'Well, John was right, it wasn't Snape, it was Quirrell. He had Voldemort stuck on the back of his head the entire time- a bit like a parasite.'

'Bet that's why his turban smelled funny,' Ron frowned. Suddenly, John burst into a fit of laughter.

'What could possibly be funny?' Sherlock asked, nonplussed.

'You remember at Christmas,' he said to Ron, choking down tears of laughter, 'when Fred and George bewitched those snowballs?'

'Yeah, they bounced them off his turban-'

Ron's jaw dropped open and Hermione gasped. Soon they were all giggling madly.

'Ok, Harry, get on with the story.'

Harry told them everything. Quirrell, the Mirror, the Stone and Voldemort. Half way through his narrative, Castiel placed a hand against his forehead.

'You have a high temperature.'

'Yeah, I know. Madam Pomfrey gave me this stuff. Anyway, Dumbledore said that they've destroyed the Stone, so no can use it badly.'

'So it's just gone?' Ron said. 'Flamel's just going to die?'

'That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that- what was it?- "to the well organised mind, death is but the next great adventure".'

'I always said he was off his rocker,' said Ron, looking quite impressed at how mad his hero was.

'So, what happened to you lot?'

'We got back all right,' said Hermione. 'Castiel and I brought Ron round and we were just off to get some help when Dumbledore rushed past us.'

'Then we waited outside for you for ages,' John added. 'Oh, by the way, Lucy's gone.'

'Is she? What happened?'

'It was genius, Sherlock stopped the curse on one of her letters so it didn't explode and then pretty much the whole school chased her off- absolutely brilliant, it was.'

'Listen, Harry, you have to come to the feast tomorrow,' said Ron. The points are all in and Slytherin won. You missed the last Quidditch match and we lost to Ravenclaw-'

'We steamrollered you.'

'Yes, I remember, Sherlock, I was there. Anyway, we lost without you, but the food'll be good.'

'We should probably go, we've had nearly fifteen minutes now,' Castiel interrupted. As if on cue, Madam Pomfrey bustled over and ushered them out.

Once again, Sherlock and Castiel were forced to sit at the Ravenclaw table for the feast and waited for the room to fill. They watched the hall slowly turn itself green and silver in celebration of Slytherin winning the House Cup. Sherlock yawned widely, looking round just in time to see Harry slip into a seat between Ron and Hermione, snorting as waves of people craned their necks to look at him.

Dumbledore arrived a few moments later and the babble died away as he took his seat.

'Another year gone,' he said cheerfully. 'I ask you listen to an old man's waffling once more before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year! Hopefully our heads are a little fuller than they were and we have a whole summer to empty them before the start of the new term.

'Now, as we all know, the House cup needs awarding and the points stand thus: in fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points, in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw at second have four hundred and twenty-five and, finally, taking the Cup, Slytherin, with four hundred and seventy-two.'

Cheering and clapping broke out at the Slytherin table.

'Yes, yes, well done Slytherin,' said Dumbledore. 'However, recent events must be taken into account.'

The Slytherins abruptly fell silent.

'Ahem, yes, I have a few last minute points to award. Let's see, yes…

'First- to Mr Ronald Weasley and Mr Castiel Edlund…'

Castiel choked on his pumpkin juice and Sherlock could see how red the tops of Ron's ears had turned.

'…for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor and Ravenclaw house fifty points each.'

Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the enchanted ceiling and Percy could be heard yelling at people about how Ron was his little brother, but it was nothing compared to the Ravenclaw shouts and screams, their having overtaken Slytherin and were now in first place.

At last there was silence again.

'Second, to Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.'

The Gryffindors were cheering again, accompanied by the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, all glad that Slytherin had been beaten at last.

'Third, to Mr Harry Potter,' said Dumbledore, 'for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points.'

The roar was deafening. Those who had bothered to keep count were now yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points- exactly the same as Slytherin. The Ravenclaws were all beaming at their four hundred and seventy-five points. Dumbledore raised a hand and the room gradually fell silent again.

'There are all kinds of courage,' Dumbledore said, smiling. 'It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr Neville Longbottom.'

It sounded like an explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. Gabriel jumped the Hufflepuff table and playfully tackled Castiel before lifting him up onto his shoulders, beaming with pride.

'Which means,' Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, 'we need a little change of decoration.'

He clapped his hands and in an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Sherlock laughed out loud at Snape, who was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand with a horrible forced grin. Gabriel refused to move from the Ravenclaw table, much to Mycroft's displeasure, but no one else seemed to mind, they were too busy celebrating Slytherin being beaten out by both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

In all the excitement, they had almost forgotten that the exam results were still to come, but come they did. John was surprised to see that he had passed with good marks. Hermione, of course, came top of the year, only rivalled by Sherlock and Castiel, who had flown through everything, yet barely scraping a pass in Potions.

Suddenly, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, Neville's toad was found lurking in a corner of the toilets and they each received a note warning them not to use magic over the holidays. They boarded the Hogwarts Express, talking and laughing as the countryside flew by. Pulling off their wizard robes, they arrived at platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station.

It took quite a while for them all to get off the platform, leaving in twos and threes so as not to attract attention from the Muggles. Gabriel met Castiel and helped him with his trunk, while Sherloc did his best to avoid Mycroft. The both of them seemed rather subdued.

'Come on, kid, Dad's waiting outside in the car,' Gabriel smiled. 'I'll get you an owl over the summer so you can keep in contact with your friends.'

'Really? Thank you, Gabriel.'

Gabriel lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder, where he squirmed and chuckled.

'Gabriel!'

Gabriel just laughed.

'Wave goodbye,' he grinned, dragging both of their trunks behind him. Castiel waved gleefully before they disappeared from the station.

John passed his phone number to Harry and Hermione, confident that they would be the only one to know what to do with it, just as Mycroft was dragging Sherlock past.

'Mycroft, let go!'

'Come on, Sherlock, Mummy's waiting!'

Sherlock yanked his arm free and tripped over his trunk. John laughed loudly and helped Sherlock to his feet.

'I'll see you in September, then,' John said.

'No, I should think you'll see me much sooner than that,' Sherlock smirked back.

Once everyone was finally done saying goodbye, the station emptied of Hogwarts students.

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