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A/N: Hello wonderful, wonderful, wonderful people out there. I am so happy you all reviewed. I was so shocked when I saw that I got 11 reviews for chapter II. i was like wow, people actually like this story, and I am positively glad! Anyways, I know you have been waiting very patiently, so here is the chapter you've all been waiting for! But before I continue, I just have to give a shout out to these people who reviewed.

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Chapter III

"Breaking the Rules"

"We're going to lose points, I just know it..."

"No we're not, what's your problem?"

"Just look at him, he's about to put Hellebore in his Wit-Sharpening potion."

"Oh my..."

Harry and Hermione stood side by side scrutinizing a boy from their house. They were in potions class and Harry had been paired with her, although, normally he would be with Ron.

"He really isn't bright is he?" Hermione said as she cocked her head to the side. Harry dunked in some ginger in their cauldron before looking at the poor boy. The boy was round in the face and wide set. His cheeks puffed every now and then when he breathed, he had blond hair, and big brown eyes. Except for the eyes, everything about the boy reminded Harry of Dudley, and he shuddered visibly at that.

"Who is he?" Harry asked as he sprinkled in some black powder. Hermione picked up the stir stick to make the lumps in the potion disappear.

"Aberle Dawn, I know him because we're neighbors." Hermione said, she then pulled the stir stick out and inspected the gunk that clung to it.

"Oh, I see." Harry said while eying Dawn's potion, which happened to be boiling violently. "I think it's about to blow." Hermione looked away from the gunk covered stick, and gazed incredulously at Dawn's potion.

"I feel sorry for Ron, his partnered with him." Hermione said softly as she worriedly looked at Ron's red face. "I think its rather funny." Harry said languidly while adding another dose of ginger. Hermione snapped her eyes at Harry, and gazed sharply at him. However, she did not question him, after what happened in the Great Hall she felt rather guilty. Ron was being a git after all, and Harry had every right to yell at him or hate him.

"... I'm sorry about, you know... The day before." she adverted her gaze from Harry. Harry stiffened a bit, but shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Its alright, besides he is your friend after all. It's a natural reaction." Hermione narrowed her eyes, and looked up at Harry skeptically. She watched his placid face hold no emotion, and frowned. Something was different about him, he was not being very Harry-like the past few days. But no matter, it was probably just a phase.

"I told you not to put-" said Ron before he was cut off.

An explosion sounded throughout the dungeon classroom, and a horrible odor wafted through. Ron paled considerably while his partner, Aberle Dawn, was now sporting a large boil on his nose. They're potion had gone haywire and then exploded, Harry assumed that was what happened when you put Mandrake with Monkshood.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor, each." Snape sneered as he waved his wand to ride the horrid smell from the room. His face was flushed with anger, and Harry couldn't help but smile. It was a sight to behold.

"B-but-"

"Not buts, Weasley, fifty points! Now take Dawn to the infirmary immediately." snarled Snape. The Slytherin's, as usual, laughed at the Gryffindor's despair. However, normally Harry would be fuming made with Snape, he was rather pleased, even though his house did lose a hundred points total.

After class finished, Harry scooped up his stuff, and headed out the door with Hermione at his heels. "That was terrible, poor Dawn, and Ron had to suffer because the oaf didn't know what he was doing." Hermione sighed irritably while scratching her bush of brown hair.

Harry chuckled softly as they continued their climb up the steps to the first floor. "Its not so bad, I mean even if Ron was partnered with someone else, he still would have lost points." Harry said, it was a logical point.

But no matter, Hermione huffed the whole way till they reached the DADA class. Harry took his place in middle row, in the front. Hermione sat next to him with a pensive expression. So far, their DADA classes have gone normally. They were taught from a book, and shown a couple of spells that would be useful for blocking hexes, but nothing out of the norm.

"Do you think Professor Moody is going to ever teach us seriously?" Seamus whispered from behind Hermione. Harry glanced at him before shrugging his shoulders. "How would I know?" replied Harry simply.

Just then Alastor Moody walked in. His expression was hard as usual, but this time there was a lingering sadistic glint in his left eye. Harry wondered, momentarily, if anyone noticed it.

"Good Morning class." Moody said while his right eye whirred to life, and a small smile graced his scarred features. "Today is an important day... Can anyone tell me why?" asked Moody. He scanned the room for any raised hands, the small smile still playing on his lips.

"Because its Tuesday..." mumbled Dean under his breath, Harry snorted and Seamus chuckled. Moody's left eye, and his magical right eye, stopped and stared at Harry. The Golden boy stiffened under the gaze, he did not appreciate being looked at.

"Since you seem to find this funny Mr. Potter. You'll be first to use them." Moody grinned slyly. Harry eyebrows shot up while Hermione frowned, she had an ominous feeling about this.

Harry sat there, he was confused about what to do, and he did not know what Moody wanted.

"Well, come up here, Mr. Potter." said Moody, he gestured for Harry to come foreword. Harry complied , although hesitantly, and walked over to the front of the room.

"Now, pull out your wand." Moody instructed as he pulled out his own. Harry slipped a glance at Hermione's face before pulling out his phoenix wand. Moody smiled once more, and then turned to his desk. He unraveled a cloak that had covered a jar, and inside it was a spider.

Harry snickered quietly to himself as he watched Ron shrink in his seat. Harry had not forgotten Ron's large fear of spiders, ever since their second year, how could he even possibly forget. "Now Mr. Potter, I want you to tell me about Curses."

Harry blanked out, he knew nothing of curses, except for one, but he couldn't really recall it. "I don't know any, sir." said Harry. Moody looked at him ghastly, "don't know any! And they call this a Defence Against the Dark Arts class..." the Professor held the spider loosely in his gnarled hands, while looking incredulously around the room.

"How are you suppose to defend yourself from Dark Magic, you've got to know the Curses... Really, this is something." said Moody, he let out an exasperated sigh. Harry could see that Hermione wanted to protest, and so did Harry. It was Dumbledore who suggested it would be better for them not to dabble in the studies. Even if it was to learn to defend themselves, the headmaster had insisted upon it.

However, what Moody said made sense. Why should they even have this class? You have to know what your defending yourself from in order to defend yourself. Harry gritted his teeth, was Dumbledore a complete fool, or did he truly believe that everything you do, as long as there is love, can give you power. Harry snorted inwardly at that. Look where love got him...

"So- straight to it then. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore. I am suppose to teach you countercurses and leave it at that, but what could that do you? Nothing." said Moody as he walked about the class. The spider still loosely held in his hands.

Ron seemed to have grown tiny in his seat. For someone so tall to be afraid of something so small, Harry's amusement only increased when Ron let out a small whimper. Barely audible to the crowds of students, but Harry knew the Moody could hear.

"But you know what, who cares about what they say. Besides, its better you learn now... Dark times are approaching... Very dark times." Moody said, his expression darkening more and more. He stopped in front of Lavender, and Parvati's desk.

"You've got something you want to share in there, Miss Brown?" Lavender gasped as she looked up and blushed deeply. Hermione's pensive expression seemed to lighten up at that.

"N-no, sir." she said while looking back down again. Moody grunted before coming back to the front. "As I was saying... Never mind, forget what I was saying. Er- anyways, do any of you know what curses are most heavily punished by wizarding law?" asked Moody, his right eye spinning to look at every students face. Harry stiffened.

Several hands rose to the air, including Hermione's and Ron's (surprisingly). "You Mr. Weasley." said Moody while pointedly looking at the red head. The Professor took a swift glance in Harry's direction before looking at Ron.

"Er," said Ron tentatively, "my dad told me about one... Is it called the Imperius Curse, or something like that."

"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively, "Your father would know that one. Gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time, the Imperius Curse."

Moody turned on his heel and looked at Harry. Harry could have sworn he felt some sadistic glee radiate off the man before him, but told himself to ignore it completely. "Thanks to you Mr. Potter, since you so willingly volunteered," said Moody exultantly, "You will perform the curse."

Harry paled considerably while gripping the desk behind him. Him? Cast an Unforgivable... There could be no way, but then again he doubted he could get himself out of the situation. But maybe his luck did not run out.

Hermione's hand shot up earnestly while frowning deeply. Moody sighed and nodded to her, "Harry can't perform an Unforgivable, his under age, and its not right!" she said in a rush of words. Harry nodded in agreement, the other students remained silent.

"Well, it won't hurt him if he tries." Moody chuckled. Hermione paled and sat stiffly in her seat. She was looking rigged and nervous. Harry did not need to know how she felt, as he was feeling the same way.

"Now Harry, raise your wand, and point it at the spider." said Moody holding out the spider towards Harry. The Light's savior looked at the pathetic creature before complying.

"Good, now repeat after me... Imperio." he said. Harry froze, his gut was telling him it was a bad idea, but his mind was reeling with possibilities, somewhere in the back of his head, a little voice was telling him he was insane. But he convinced himself that this was just a lesson, and nothing was going to happen.

With one swift motion of his wand, he uttered the First of Three Unforgivables.

"Imperio." It was like a wave of nostalgia hitting Harry, he couldn't put a finger on it, but all he knew he felt exhilarating when he cast the spell. He felt powerful.

The spider jumped from Moody's hand as Harry moved his wand. The creature moved in any direction Harry wished it for, and even floated in the air when he stopped moving his wand.

The other students laughed in glee, while Hermione's color returned to her face. Harry laughed as well as he flung the spider around the room. Some of the girls screamed when the spider landed on their desk.

Around this time, a fascinating idea came to Harry. He knew it was mean, but he could not help it. Something was telling him to do it, driving him to act it ou. So he flung the spider on Ron's head who began screaming bloody murder. Harry groveled at his knees as pure laughter over took him. His entire body shook, and his voice was mixed in with the other students who laughed even harder.

Hermione, however, did not find it funny, and pulled the spider out of Ron's hair. She flung it in Harry's direction angrily, but Harry stopped it with his wand in mid air. He looked venomously at her, she returning the same burning glare.

"Professor, may I take Ron to the Infirmary." sniffled Hermione. The students, both Slytherin and Gryffindor, calmed down. Moody smiled softly, "Yes you may." Ron was paled with trauma while Hermione dragged him, not easily, out of the room.

"Well now, wasn't that fun." said Moody. Harry's lip twitched, but he shrugged his shoulders. "You may take the curse off Mr. Potter." said Moody as he held out his hand under the hovering spider. Harry, with a flick of his wand, canceled the spell.

"Total control," said Moody, the students stared at him more attentive then ever, "You can do anything you want with those under the Imperius... Years back, there were a lot of witches and wizards being controlled by the Imperius curse." Moody stopped as he gazed about the room. Unconsciously, the Professor petted the spider in his hand.

Harry knew he was talking about the days in which Voldemort had been all-powerful. "Some job for the Ministry, trying to sort out who was being forced to act, and who was acting of their own free will."

"The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I'll be teaching you how, but it takes real strength of character, and not everyone's got it. Better avoid being hit with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he barked, and everyone jumped.

"Now, anyone want to tell me what the other two Unforgivables are?" asked Moody, several more hands shot up. This time, though, with the absence of Ron and Hermione's hand.

"You there, young chap." Moody said, pointing a stubby index finger in Draco's direction.

"My father told me all about this one, and the others. But he talked about this one the most. The Cruciatus Curse." drawled Draco smugly, he winked at Harry, who rolled his eyes. But Harry did not miss the paled expression of Neville's features.

It looked like it was Longbottom's turn to stiffen with fear. "Yes, yes, the Cruciatus Curse... Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea." said Moody before swiftly pointing his wand at the spider, "Engorgio!"

The spider swelled up, now it was large than a tarantula, probably twice the size. It was a good thing Ron was not there, he would have been screaming his head off, not that he did already. Harry chuckled darkly to himself.

"Now Mr. Potter, do the honors will you?" Harry nodded, although, he had no idea what affect the Curse would have on the spider. It was interesting to know.

"Um, Professor, what do I say?" asked Harry, a bit ashamed to even have to ask. Moody chuckled, "Just say Crucio, and give a nice swish and flick."

Harry complied. He lift his right hand, and held the phoenix wand, a swish and flick, and he spoke the Curse.

"Crucio."

At once, the spider's legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Harry was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Harry shuddered as he watched the creature rock in torment, but for some reason he just couldn't get himself to cancel the spell.

"Stop it!" Lavender yelled shrilly.

She was looking at Neville who had looked about ready to faint. His hands were clenched upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified.

Moody nodded, "Mr. Potter you may stop the spell."

But that was the problem, Harry couldn't. Harry stared at the spider, he watched it, convulsing, contorting from agonizing pain. He could hear it, not out loud, but inside him, inside his very soul, screaming in despair. And what astounded him even more, he was enjoying it, the exhilaration he was getting mounted ten fold.

"Mr. Potter, cancel the spell!" said Moody, his voice sounding like a distant chirp in Harry's dazed mind. It seemed the more that Harry lost himself, the more the spider rocked violently, as if he was making the Curse stronger.

"Mr. Potter!" said Moody before snapping his wand out.

"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted, more like barked, and the spider went dead in his gnarled hands. Harry snapped out of his reverie, and looked around him. The students stared at him with judgmental eyes, the same eyes they looked at him with in his second year. That year he found out the could speak in parseltongue.

"Er hm," said Moody as he patted his coat, "Mr. Potter you may take a seat." It took a Harry a moment to register what the Professor said before he sat down. He felt cold eyes drilling holes in his back. He had an urge to flip off whoever was staring at him, but choose not to instead.

"Not nice," Moody said calmly, "Not pleasant. And there is no countercurse. There's no blocking it. Only one person has ever survive the killing curse..." Moody's eyes drifted at Harry once more before twisting into a lopsided smile. Harry's face reddened at that.

"Your lucky, class is over, but I want a five page essay on why not to use the Unforgivables. Class adjourned." said Moody. The students grabbed for their things while getting up. Harry did the same thing, except a bit slower, he was still dazed by what happened. Everything went so fast.

"Mr. Potter, may I have a word with you?" said Moody as he looked at Harry intently. The Light's savior looked about the room, the class had already left, and the room was empty, except for them.

"Sure, Professor." said Harry through a tight jaw. He walked over to the scarred faced man. "Tell me boy, was that the first time you have ever performed an Unforgivable?" Moody asked while taking a seat on his desk. Harry stood before him, feeling a bit awkward.

"Yes, Professor, I actually didn't know any of them... Well, except the killing curse, sir." said Harry respectfully. Moody nodded in understanding. "Well, I would like to... uh, teach you more about the Dark Arts, like extra classes, maybe." said Moody while scratching an imaginary beard.

Harry looked skeptically at the man, what was he saying? Teach him, the Light's savior, about the Dark Arts. "I don't think so Professor."

Moody raised an eyebrow, "And why not, it would be highly valuable for you to know about the Arts. How do you expect to be the Light's savior! If you can't defend yourself from Curses, what good are you?" Moody knew he hit a nerve. Harry's jaw line twitched with annoyance.

"I-... I've asked Dumbledore before about that, and he firmly stated it was not necessary. I rather not go against his word." said Harry defiantly. Moody nodded his head in a see-saw like manner.

"And what if I told you he changed his mind?" Moody said. Harry's face lighted up with joy, although, he did his best to hid it. However, he had to admit that he had always thought that learning the secrets of the Dark Arts would be beneficial to the light, but every chance he got to bring it up with the headmaster, Dumbledore would just shot him down.

"Did he really?" Harry said excitedly, not ashamed to hear the excitement in his voice either. "Yes, yes," said Moody while he eyed Harry, "But I will give you time to think on it though, when your willing to, let me know." Harry nodded vigorously, "Thank you, Professor." said Harry.

Moody waved his hand carelessly, "No need, no need, now run along, they should be announcing who is in the Tri-Wizard tournament right about now." Moody said.

With that Harry whispered thanks once more, before scurrying off towards the great hall. His books forgotten in the DADA classroom.

oOoOoOo

Harry entered that Great Hall in such a hurry he did not notice how full it was. The Goblet was now moved in front of the teacher's table, standing before Dumbledore's empty spot. Harry was feeling giddy when he spotted Cedric. Even though it was only the day before that Cedric had given him that wink (although, it could have been for anybody). He felt giddy around the older male.

Nonetheless, though, Harry made his way through the crowd, and took an empty seat in between Neville and Seamus. "Did they announce the champions yet?" Harry whispered in Neville's ear, startling the taller boy. "No, not yet. You made it just in time." said Neville, glancing at him briefly before looking at the Goblet. Harry was thankfully that Neville did not pester to ask questions.

"Merlin, can't they get started with it already, I'm so hungry!" said Seamus behind Harry, he was whining none stop.

Harry gripped the edge of his seat, tightly, with anticipation. He was excited to see what would happen, he wanted to know who would be entering the tournament. However, unlike Seamus, Harry had better control over his impatience.

"I hope Angelina gets it." said Fred as he too looked at the Goblet of Fire. "So do I!" Hermione said, Harry did not notice that she sat across from him. And Ron next to her, staring murderously at him.

Harry ignored Ron though, "I doubt she'll get in." Harry mumbled, but they heard. The Gryffindor's all gave him a questioning look, but he shrugged it off.

"Well, the Goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore as he stood in front of the said object. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber"- he indicated the door behind the staff table- "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

Dumbledore took out his wand, and with a dramatic wave, extinguished all the Pumpkin lights. Sending the whole student and teacher body into semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness with a tad bit of green hue on the flames, was almost painful to the eye.

"Any second now..." hissed George as they watched the Goblet ever so in tentatively.

Suddenly, the flames inside of the Goblet turned red. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore grabbed a hold of the paper, and looked at it. He pursed his lips before they shifted into a delicate smile.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum!"

"No surprises there!" Ron shouted, startling Harry as he began clapping his hands. Harry looked at Ron incredulously, before slowly clapping his hands. He didn't really care about Krum. What he wanted to know if Cedric would make it... Of course, he would not say that out loud.

Krum stood up and smiled. He gave a longing look in Hermione's direction, who pretended not to acknowledge it, and then walked off towards the next chamber. Karkaroff was booming loudly 'bravo Viktor' the whole way through.

But the shouts and clapping ceased when the Goblet flared again. It looked angry with its red sparking flame. However, another charred parchment shot out and Dumbledore caught it.

"The champion for the Beauxbatons," said the old headmaster, "Fleur Delacour!"

Another round of enthusiastic applause sounded out. Harry blanked out as he watched the rest of Fleur's peers burst into tears, it seams as though they weren't very happy with the results.

Fleur made her way to the next chamber, and the cheers settled down once more. The Goblet again sparked to life, ever burning red flames jutted out. Dumbledore caught the third parchment and looked at it, a smile that could blind people graced his features.

"And Hogwarts champion is," Dumbledore suspended a bit longer, "Cedric Diggory!" Harry jumped to his feet at the same time the Hufflepuffs did, clapping joyously for the Hogwarts champion. Ron on the other hand was not so pleased, it seemed he really wanted Angelina to make it. Harry did not miss the look Hermione was giving him as they both clapped.

Cedric smiled happily, shaking hands with people at his table. He got up and went towards the next chamber, however, before he went further he stopped next to Harry and smiled. "I hope you will root for me out there." said Cedric, Harry felt his cheeks heat up.

Cedric bit back his bottom lip, as if hiding a urge to do something that would be out of the ordinary. It was already weird that he was talking to a Gryffindor anyways. "Yeah, sure." Harry said when he found his voice.

The older boy grinned and ran off. Harry sat down, grabbing the tabled for support, he was beyond giddy, and Hermione laughed at his lopsided expression. However, his long lived happiness fell short, Ron seemed to enjoy ruining moments.

"Hope you'll be rooting for me. He says," said Ron snorting, "sick-"

Hermione smacked Ron upside the head before he could finish his insult, Harry looked like he could kill Ron just then. Neville, too, was glaring murderously at Ron. The red head stopped but shook his head.

"Your all mad." he mumbled but Harry just turned his attention back to Dumbledore who was beginning to speak.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as the last of the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every once of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute a very real-"

Dumbledore stopped mid way in his sentence. The Goblet of Fire was beginning to react violently. Red sparks shoted out everywhere as the flame at the mouth of the Goblet shot out madly.

A piece of charred parchment floated out of the Goblet, and then fluttered in the air. Automatically, Dumbledore reached out a long arm and took hold of it. He looked at it for a long time, what seemed like hours to the excited students, but was merely a few minutes.

Once Dumbledore looked up and he looked directly at Harry. Harry could feel his blood run cold. He could only guess who's name was on the paper. But fortunately he didn't have to voice it.

"Harry Potter!"

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