Title: The Imperius Curse


Author: Surarrin aka Jon


Harry watched with a bored as the blonde haired girl in front of him twirled her wand in a complicated and utterly amateurish way. She had a look of complete concentration on her face. Her lips moved in silent incantations. It was the tenth time she had gone through the mantra and a look of irritation had slowly began to take hold on her face.

Beyond the girl an elegant woman draped in a loose flowingly silver dress sat on seemingly empty space. She had a dispassionate look upon her face as she stared at the young girl standing between her and Harry.

"Had enough?" Harry asked in an amused tone, "Ready to try it out?

Amanda gave him a look of wide eyed surprise. "But it's a…an Ebola curse you said." she spoke slowly, as if unsure of what Harry was saying. At Harry's nonplussed look she continued hotly, "I'm not going to use it on a person!"

Harry nodded acceptingly before he slipped off of the desk he was sitting on. "It'd be pretty hard to hide the body if you did," Harry admitted before he gave Amanda an 'innocent' smile. "Instead I-" he faltered as Meciel's illusion looked at him sharply. "Meciel," he admitted grudgingly, "is going to help out."

Amanda's look of vehemence faded away into one of confusion. "How am I going to use it on..." She seemed to have a hard time saying the Meciel's name. "...the Fallen?" she murmured.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Not on her brat."

'I'm taking control,' Meciel's voice whispered into Harry's ear as the illusionary form sitting on thin air vanished without a trace.

He paused and allowed Meciel's burning presence to spread out through his body, it lingered in his veins for a mere moment before Harry's arms began to move of their own-- or rather, Meciel's accord. Harry's wand flowed through the air with a languid flow and elegance that his limbs normally lacked. His eyes made contact with Amanda's who had tensed the moment his arms had begun to move. She recognized Meciel's movements, Harry mused as he felt a rush of magic leave him, and envelop one of the many tables in the room. The table's dusty mahogany surface warped and withered before shrinking violently and spindly a small feline form.

"You will be attempting the Ebolias curse on this kitten," Harry's voice spoke without his consent as Meciel took hold of his lips.

'We agreed on a dog,' Harry pointed out to Meciel in his mind blandly, before adding on, 'Good idea.' with a sadistic smirk in the real world.

'It is a mere amusement,' Meciel murmured in his mind, Harry couldn't help but notice a vicious undertone to it, though it seemed Meciel hadn't attempted to hide it. Harry turned his attention to the real world just in time to hear Amanda speak.

"You're kidding!" she exclaimed angrily, "I'm not going to kill a kitte- Even if it isn't a real one, just because you want me to!"

Harry stared at Amanda in an amused manner for a few moments before gesturing to the mewling kitten. "How about an Unforgivable then?" he asked, but Amanda remained steadfast in her refusal to curse the target.

"Fine then, if you're not gonna do it I will." He pointed his wand towards the Cat. "Cru-"

"Wait!" Amanda suddenly called out, causing Harry to stop in the middle of casting his spell.

"What?" he demanded to know coolly.

Amanda fidgeted under Harry's gaze for a moment before meeting his eyes. "I can cast any of them right?" She gave a visible sign of relief when Harry nodded. Amanda lifted her wand up from her side and pointed it towards the cat, which had begun to explore around the floor.

"Imperio!" she muttered softly. At first it seemed the spell had failed, the Cat remained mewing and with its head held level. Without warning it rolled onto it' side and pawed at the air as if it were playing.

Harry was about to make a disparaging comment, but a look at Amanda's expression had him hold his tongue. The blonde haired girl's lips were quirking up slightly as she watched the kitten paw at an imaginary ball of yarn. It seemed Amanda had noticed Harry's lingering gaze; after a few moments the kitten stood up again and moved closer to Harry, rubbing against his shoe in an affectionate way. He resisted the urge to kick it away quite well in his opinion. His foot hadn't twitched as much as once. After a few moments the Kitten scampered back to Amanda who crotched down and scratched it behind the ear with a now wide, smile upon her face.

She looked up at Harry expectantly.

At the look Harry continued to stare down at her and the kitten, before after a few moments his eyes widened in mock surprise. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "You wanted me to praise you?"

Amanda frowned. "Well I did cast an Unforgivable. I thought you'd be... you know, happy or something."

Harry gave Amanda a blank look.

"They're called unforgivable for a reason you know," he began to say patronizingly. "They're unforgivably easy especially Imperio. Why would I praise you for something one in this school could do? If you want my praise at least use it on a person."

"It's illegal to use them on another human being!" Amanda pointed out in a strained voice as Harry's constant putdowns began to ware her patience down.

"Only if they find out about it." Harry corrected with a smirk. "We could get Bushy McBucktooth in here and use her, it isn't like she'd tell anyone if I erased her memory, and if she did she'd probably lie and say I did it just to spite me."

"I am not going to curse Hermione!" Amanda almost shouted.

"Well how about me then?" Harry mocked Amanda half heartedly.

"You?" she asked as a look of surprise passed over her face, and her mouth hung ajar.

"Yeah, come on, take your best shot, I give you permission to curse me." A mocking look overcame Harry's face as concern passed over Amanda's face. The concern quickly vanished and a glower passed over Amanda's face, she snapped her jaw shut.

"You have the fallen," Amanda pointed out, "Even if I did cast it on you it isn't like it'd work with her being in your head."

"Meciel won't stop you." Harry's cocky smirk widened. "I'll even give you a tip: Try and make me scratch my nose, it's a bit itchy so I might actually do it."

'I won't?' Meciel echoed bemusedly inside Harry's mind. 'The wisdom in allowing another being power over your mind eludes me, beloved."

'No harm letting her try and fail' Harry explained to Meciel before hesitantly adding on; 'Plus it won't do any harm to have some practice in case one of those situations happen again and besides, if she tries anything you can stop it.' Harry felt Meciel give a twinge of resignation, and nothing more came from her. A few seconds later the warmth he associated with Meciel withdrew into the deepest recesses of his mind, leaving him to feel the cool atmosphere of the classroom. This all happened in the split second it took for Amanda to react to what he had said to her.

A flicker of annoyance passed over Amanda's face, and Harry watched in amusement as she leveled her wand with his face and barked out the magic word; "Imperio!" Harry almost took a step back as the narcotic-like effect of the spell washed over him, leaving him adrift in the semi-corporeal state of his mind which ironically was white. He could absently feel the smouldering presence of Meciel at the very edge of the sea of nothingness he was floating in.

"Scratch your nose." A female voice demanded sarcastically.

My nose is a bit itchy.

Harry felt his hand rise up to scratch his nose.

"On second thoughts don't."

I want to scratch my nose though.

His hand halted just before it touched his nose with some reluctance.

"Put your wand away." The voice said again, this time quietly, almost unsurely.

No way.

"Put your wand away, please?"

Well since you put it that way—No.

Harry felt the bliss surrounding his mind begin to crumble as he began to resist the 'commands' being given to him.

"Sit down and relax." The voice offered with no little amount of hesitation.

Don't mind if I do.

Harry sat down on the table behind him and relaxed as much as the table let him. Though, with the effect the spell was having on his mind he didn't need to try much at all.

"What do you think of my sister Molly?"

She's a gigantic bitch.

Harry felt his lips move but he couldn't hear what was being said.

The feminine giggle found it's way to Harry's ear. He frowned inwardly he recognized the girly laugh.

"What do you think about my mum?"

She's an evil bitch who hides behind a wordy shit filled book.

"It's not," the female voice insisted half-heartedly. "If you weren't so biased against it you would know that." The voice paused again "And what do you think about me?"

You're probably a bitch as well.

Once again he felt his lips move to speak but couldn't piece together what he was saying. As he finished he could only hear silence.

Amanda stared at Harry, her cheeks flushed a light red. She had a million questions she'd have loved to ask, but as the black haired boy in front of her had incidentally pointed out; If he didn't want to do it then there wasn't a good chance at all that she'd get him to. Though, it seemed he had no reservations where telling people what he thought about them was concerned.

She stared across at Harry's lightly glazed over emerald eyes. Her grip on her wand tightened.

"Come over here and stand in front of me." Amanda commanded quietly.

Harry's body seemed to protest for a moment, but it soon conceded and slipped off of the table it was sitting on and moved over to stand in front of Amanda. The girl in question let her gaze slip to the side as her heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes flickered up to Harry's face and back down again as a debate momentarily went on inside her mind. Either way he'd know how she felt, and if he didn't feel the same way, she could just play it off as a joke.

Amanda licked her lips and matched Harry's gaze again. "Kiss me."

She let out small yelp of surprise as without a single hesitation Harry leaned forwards and pressed his lips against hers. After the surprise passed Amanda began to kiss back. As the seconds ticked on and nothing else happened Amanda began to feel uncomfortable and awkward. She broke away from the kiss and focused her attention for a moment. "Kiss me…" she struggled to find the right word. "Passionately." She decided on.

She didn't make a noise as once again Harry all but pounced on her. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her against him. Amanda felt herself melt against Harry as he resumed kissing her with fervour, she slipped her arms around his neck and didn't notice as her wand slipped from her grasp and clattered against the floor.

As the bliss clouding Harry's mind vanished he felt a body pressed tightly against his, and a pair of lips working slowly against his own. The scent of mango filled his nose; it took Harry a few jumbled moments to remember what had happened and to piece the rest of the situation together. While his mind caught up on the events prior his tongue tingled with the sweet taste of something he hadn't had in more then a few months—mango.

Harry's eyes snapped open and he wrenched himself from Amanda's grip.

"What is it with you and mango?" Harry demanded to know as he forcefully pushed Amanda off of him.

"Wha... Why'd you stop?" Amanda said dazedly before she protested, her cheeks were flushed pink. It took her a few more moments to process what Harry had said. "I had some gum." She explained absently before shaking her head. "I had some I don't know where it went."

Harry frowned before twirling his tongue around in his mouth. He snorted and stuck his tongue out, revealing a light orange wad of gum stuck to the tip.

"Oh," Amanda murmured before she blushed and glanced away.

Harry stared at Amanda's face blankly before he slowly began to speak. "You know, I never figured you the kind to molest someone while using dark magic on them." He smirked slightly, "Imagine what your parents would say if they found out you had such a deranged habit."

A sheepish look crossed Amanda's face before she shook it off and met Harry's eye boldly.

"You wanted to kiss me."

Harry opened his mouth.

"Don't even try to deny it," Amanda interrupted him. "When I tried to make you put your wand away I couldn't, but when I made you do thinks you wanted to you did it… and you didn't even hesitate when you kissed me." She trailed off with a pleading look.

Harry snorted, "So what? If you listened to what I say every single day you'd know what I want."

"Sex." Amanda answered quietly, looking away from Harry.

"Wow, she has a memory," Harry said sarcastically. "And I'm not going to wait around for a few years just to sleep with you—and don't even think I'd marry you." A hurt look passed across Amanda's face, causing Harry to pause. "Look. I'm fine with murder, kicking babies, all that. But I refuse to rape a girl so don't even try to go down this path."

Amanda didn't say anything. They both stood in silence.

"So should I leave?" Amanda asked quietly.

Harry snorted and shook his head. "No, you'll just forget about this," he explained casually as he took a few steps back from Amanda and sat back on the desk behind him.

A wave of relief passed over Amanda's face. "Good, because even if we di—Wait, what do you mean I'll forget about it? Don't you mean both of us?" she asked confusedly.

"No," Harry disagreed as he raised his wand and pointed it towards Amanda. "Only you will forget about this."

Amanda's eyes widened and she clenched her right hand, only to be startled by the absence of her wand.

Harry gave an amused smile. "Rule number one; Never drop your wand. Not that you'll remember it. Obliviate!"

Amanda stared dazed at Harry before blinking rapidly.

"I'm sorry, what were we doing?" Amanda asked guiltily giving Harry a sheepish smile.

"You passed out," Harry said simply as he dropped his wand arm to his side. He lifted his other arm up and pointed to the small kitten that had been on the sideline the entire fiasco. "Ebolias curse. Now."

"You're kidding!" Amanda exclaimed angrily, "I'm not going to kill a kitten- Even if it isn't a real one, just because you want me to!"