A/N- Sorry for taking so long, I am a slow typist. Anyways, hope you like
it!
Chapter 7
The next morning after breakfast, the head off to the defense against the dark arts classroom. When they arrive, they find the rest of the fifth year Gryffindors waiting, impatiently, outside the classroom. They notice that door is shut. Two silhouettes are visible through the door's window, talking hurriedly in a whisper. With a loud creak the door opens and reveals the new defense against dark arts teacher. "Mad Eye Moody!" each and every one of them exclaim. "Yes, that's me. Now hurry up, we don't want to lose anymore classtime," he says in a gruff tone. Harry slowly walks in and eyes him suspiciously, feeling quite unusual about this. Is this the real Mad Eye Moody? Or once again another imposter? He wasn't quite sure if he could just accept the fact that it IS him, last year seems all too familiar. Moody notices Harry's uneasiness, since he is still staring at him oddly and is walking slowly into the classroom, unlike the others who are eager to start the class. "Potter, a word," he barks from the hallway. He looks down at him and says, "I understand why you're acting like this, but don't worry, this is me, the REAL Mad Eye Moody, don't worry." Harry mutters ok, still not quite convinced. He'd rather find out on his own than take his word for it. But how? " His thought is answered for him. "Here, Dumbledore said this might help me convince you, but he said he does need it back after. Although, I don't see how this can be of any use." Moody was holding the Marauders Map. Harry longingly takes it, turns around and mutters under breath so that his professor can't hear him. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He looks at the map and finds the hallway he's in. He searches the bubbles of names in it until he finds Mad Eye Moody's name. He mutters "Mischief managed" and reluctantly hands the map back. How he wishes he could have possession of it once again. He walks in the classroom, still pondering about his question, that he fails to notice someone walking up to him. "Hi 'arry!" The voice sounded quite familiar. He jerks his head up to find Fleur Delacour smiling broadly at him. "Fleur, what are you doing here?" Harry asks, quite startled. "I will 'e 'elping with thiz class, itz part of my 7th year course," she replies excitedly. Moody then walks in and motions for everyone to settle down. After this, Ron finds it a good time to whisper Harry a joke he heard earlier and just remembered, since right now Moody wasn't saying all that much. Harry snickers a little at Ron's joke, but a little too loud because now that Moody finished explaining how this year they will be expected to work extra hard because they have their O.W.L.S and all, he stands up and barks, "Potter, I need to speak to you, alone." Harry turns beat red and gulps as he walks into the hallway. Once there, he instantly starts to apologize, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." He is interrupted by Moody. "Harry, that isn't why I pulled you out of class." "It's not?" he asks questionably, yet somewhat relieved. "No, I needed to talk to you about your extra defense class." "Oh." "Meet me in this classroom at 7:30 tonight. "Ok." "Oh yeah, for today Ron and Hermione can come." "OK," Harry says, a little excitedly. They head back into the classroom and Harry takes his seat. "Sorry, did you get into a lot of trouble?" "No, it was something else, I'll explain later." Finally, after their daily classes finish, they head u to the common room "Yeah, I'm suppose to meet him at 7:30 tonight," Harry explains, "and you guys are allowed to come tonight." "Really?" They asked, somewhat excited. "Yeah, so are you guys going to come?" "Definitely," they respond. "I wonder what we'll be doing, all we did today was review stuff." Ron says. ****
Together, the three of them head down to Moody's classroom. He greets them and tells them to take a seat. He begins, "Now, I'm not going to hide anything from you, ad as you know," he says, speaking mainly only to Harry, "Probably better than anyone of us, that Voldemort has again risen, probably to almost full strength by now," he says as he paces up ad down the room. "This is the reason why you are here. I am here to prepare you for the worst. There will be no fooling around, you are here to learn. Yet this learning will not consist of much writing essays on what you need to do and what sells to use on this creature.etc, all that would be quite pointless for you. Instead, I will teach you the spells. If you learn to conjure the spells, you will remember for whom and what it is for, in which will replace writing," he lectured on, talking to Harry. "As for you two," he continues, "You are here to help Harry practise his spells and if you wish, may learn them also, but that will not be our first priority. Now let's begin." "Now, I have been informed that you have learned to resist the Imperious curse. This is good since that was the first thing we were to do. I'm assuming you know of the other curses? "Yes, we were taught, or um demonstrated last year" Harry replies "Ahh, the death of Avada Kedavra, the torture of Crucius," he says quite oddly. Harry cringes at the remembrance of the torture of the Crucius curse. Being flipped onto your back ad screaming as pain surges through your very veins, your brain feeling as if it'll explode. Moody, sensing and seeing with his magical eye Harry's uneasiness of this topic by looking through the book Harry is using to cover his face. Becoming slightly curious, wanting to find some information that just crossed his mind, he says to Ron ad Hermione, "You two are quite lucky to never have had the Unforgivable Curses cast upon you outside of class but Harry, I know you have been cast upon the two, well of course Avada Kedavra and Imperious, am I not correct?" "Well, er, yes, but I have experienced all three outside Hogwarts," he says ever so softly. "That's what I expected. Well we'll get into some different counter-curses later, we'll concentrate on defense now. " They all take out their wads ready to begin. "Now we're going start with a quite difficult spell, the one used against dementors and a very harmful creature. The spell is the- "The Patrons," Harry says as he cuts him off. "Why yes, have you read about it somewhere?" "Actually, professor Lupin taught it to me in my 3rd year." "Amazing," he mutters faintly under his breath. "Very well then, how many times have you conjured it successfully?" "Well, only once," Harry replies as he explains what happened at the end of the 3rd year, on how he practised on a boggart ad used it when a dementor almost performed their fatal kiss upon him. Moody just stares at amazement at him for a few seconds then shakes his head and returns to teaching. "Then we will practice it even more. Do any of you know what a lethifold is?" They all shake their heads, including Hermione. "The lethifold," he continues, "Is an extremely dangerous creature. It is found in tropical climates, but is known to wander around. It is a rare creature, but yet it will attack nonetheless. It is like a black cloak, about half an inch thick, that glides along the ground at night. IT suffocates its victims and digests them on the sort, leaving no trace of them behind. It is a dark creature created by Salazar Slytherin. It has, like a dementor, the power to make you relive the tragic events of your life. The only spell to repel the lethifold is the Patronus, but it usually attacks when its victims are sleeping, giving them no time to use magic against it. Thus is why you must learn to do the spell perfectly. I have suspicions what you may come across one, one day." They all gulp at the thought of this. "Now I have created a simulation lethifold by enchanting a black cloak to practice with. I will only release you from it if you lose control. Ron ad Hermione, you may watch and then after you may practice the Patronus spell on your own after. "Are you ready now?"
"Yes," Harry responds a little warily. "Good, now think happy thoughts Harry," Moody says as he releases the simulation lethifold. Harry thinks of the happy dream he had over the summer and yells "expecto patronum!" as he is enveloped by the flying cloak. His head is filled with the cruel laughter of Voldemort as he tortures his parents, and him, his cruel laugh echoing throughout his rain. Everything goes black. Harry wakes up on the classroom floor, with Moody handing him some chocolate. "Not bad, but not good either. You were able to get the lethifold off your face, but you couldn't stay conscious during it. Do you feel up to trying it again?" "Yes," Harry replies firmly, not wanting to start fainting like last year, yet the same thing happens again. Before attempting for a third time Moody tells him, "Now, this time I won't send it right on you, this way it'll be a little easier on you. Also, I would like to see how well your Patronus is." Harry thinks really hard for a happy thought, and then it strikes him. "I know," he thinks to himself, "It'll be the happiest thought ever. I'll just think about seeing my dad, prongs again!" He signals that he is ready and screams at the top of his lungs "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Slowly, a silver figure emits from his wand. With a look of awe spread over Harry's face, a stag is formed of the silvery mist, which drives away the lethifold. As he, the form of Prongs, re-enters Harry's wand, a voice, more like an echo, is heard ever so softly, like it was coming from the inside of Harry's head, "You will succeed Harry, we have faith in you, our love will always be with you and I'll always be here to protect you." In a second's time, the magical moment is gone and Harry finds himself back in the classroom. Ron, Hermione, and Moody were all looking at him curiously, it looked as though a tear was welling up in Moody's eye. After a minute or so, Moody mutters, "Er, oh, that was good, you can leave now, class dismissed." As they exited the classroom, Moody kept eyeing Harry suspiciously, no trace of the tear anymore, just plain confusion. Harry noticed his friends were still looking at him. "WHAT!" he yelled at them, "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Well," Hermione began. "Er," Ron said. "What?" Harry asked in a softer tone, the anger gone and now beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. "It's just that a glazed expression seemed to have spread over you when you casted your spell. You were just standing there motionless for a long while after your Patronus returned to you. It was kind of scary," Hermione explained to him. "Oh," said Harry. He didn't say anything further, not wanting, to waiting to explain what really happened. That night, Harry couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the previous activities. "Did my dad really talk to me?" he kept asking himself. "How long was I standing there for? Did I imagine it? Am I insane?"
A/N- Again, I am so sorry for taking so long to post. Please review if you liked it! (It might help me type a little faster ;) If you have any questions, comments or things you'd like to say e-mail me- dianahoule@hotmail.com I appreciate any feedback. Thanks goes out to all who have reviewed so far! Later~didihoulio
Chapter 7
The next morning after breakfast, the head off to the defense against the dark arts classroom. When they arrive, they find the rest of the fifth year Gryffindors waiting, impatiently, outside the classroom. They notice that door is shut. Two silhouettes are visible through the door's window, talking hurriedly in a whisper. With a loud creak the door opens and reveals the new defense against dark arts teacher. "Mad Eye Moody!" each and every one of them exclaim. "Yes, that's me. Now hurry up, we don't want to lose anymore classtime," he says in a gruff tone. Harry slowly walks in and eyes him suspiciously, feeling quite unusual about this. Is this the real Mad Eye Moody? Or once again another imposter? He wasn't quite sure if he could just accept the fact that it IS him, last year seems all too familiar. Moody notices Harry's uneasiness, since he is still staring at him oddly and is walking slowly into the classroom, unlike the others who are eager to start the class. "Potter, a word," he barks from the hallway. He looks down at him and says, "I understand why you're acting like this, but don't worry, this is me, the REAL Mad Eye Moody, don't worry." Harry mutters ok, still not quite convinced. He'd rather find out on his own than take his word for it. But how? " His thought is answered for him. "Here, Dumbledore said this might help me convince you, but he said he does need it back after. Although, I don't see how this can be of any use." Moody was holding the Marauders Map. Harry longingly takes it, turns around and mutters under breath so that his professor can't hear him. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He looks at the map and finds the hallway he's in. He searches the bubbles of names in it until he finds Mad Eye Moody's name. He mutters "Mischief managed" and reluctantly hands the map back. How he wishes he could have possession of it once again. He walks in the classroom, still pondering about his question, that he fails to notice someone walking up to him. "Hi 'arry!" The voice sounded quite familiar. He jerks his head up to find Fleur Delacour smiling broadly at him. "Fleur, what are you doing here?" Harry asks, quite startled. "I will 'e 'elping with thiz class, itz part of my 7th year course," she replies excitedly. Moody then walks in and motions for everyone to settle down. After this, Ron finds it a good time to whisper Harry a joke he heard earlier and just remembered, since right now Moody wasn't saying all that much. Harry snickers a little at Ron's joke, but a little too loud because now that Moody finished explaining how this year they will be expected to work extra hard because they have their O.W.L.S and all, he stands up and barks, "Potter, I need to speak to you, alone." Harry turns beat red and gulps as he walks into the hallway. Once there, he instantly starts to apologize, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." He is interrupted by Moody. "Harry, that isn't why I pulled you out of class." "It's not?" he asks questionably, yet somewhat relieved. "No, I needed to talk to you about your extra defense class." "Oh." "Meet me in this classroom at 7:30 tonight. "Ok." "Oh yeah, for today Ron and Hermione can come." "OK," Harry says, a little excitedly. They head back into the classroom and Harry takes his seat. "Sorry, did you get into a lot of trouble?" "No, it was something else, I'll explain later." Finally, after their daily classes finish, they head u to the common room "Yeah, I'm suppose to meet him at 7:30 tonight," Harry explains, "and you guys are allowed to come tonight." "Really?" They asked, somewhat excited. "Yeah, so are you guys going to come?" "Definitely," they respond. "I wonder what we'll be doing, all we did today was review stuff." Ron says. ****
Together, the three of them head down to Moody's classroom. He greets them and tells them to take a seat. He begins, "Now, I'm not going to hide anything from you, ad as you know," he says, speaking mainly only to Harry, "Probably better than anyone of us, that Voldemort has again risen, probably to almost full strength by now," he says as he paces up ad down the room. "This is the reason why you are here. I am here to prepare you for the worst. There will be no fooling around, you are here to learn. Yet this learning will not consist of much writing essays on what you need to do and what sells to use on this creature.etc, all that would be quite pointless for you. Instead, I will teach you the spells. If you learn to conjure the spells, you will remember for whom and what it is for, in which will replace writing," he lectured on, talking to Harry. "As for you two," he continues, "You are here to help Harry practise his spells and if you wish, may learn them also, but that will not be our first priority. Now let's begin." "Now, I have been informed that you have learned to resist the Imperious curse. This is good since that was the first thing we were to do. I'm assuming you know of the other curses? "Yes, we were taught, or um demonstrated last year" Harry replies "Ahh, the death of Avada Kedavra, the torture of Crucius," he says quite oddly. Harry cringes at the remembrance of the torture of the Crucius curse. Being flipped onto your back ad screaming as pain surges through your very veins, your brain feeling as if it'll explode. Moody, sensing and seeing with his magical eye Harry's uneasiness of this topic by looking through the book Harry is using to cover his face. Becoming slightly curious, wanting to find some information that just crossed his mind, he says to Ron ad Hermione, "You two are quite lucky to never have had the Unforgivable Curses cast upon you outside of class but Harry, I know you have been cast upon the two, well of course Avada Kedavra and Imperious, am I not correct?" "Well, er, yes, but I have experienced all three outside Hogwarts," he says ever so softly. "That's what I expected. Well we'll get into some different counter-curses later, we'll concentrate on defense now. " They all take out their wads ready to begin. "Now we're going start with a quite difficult spell, the one used against dementors and a very harmful creature. The spell is the- "The Patrons," Harry says as he cuts him off. "Why yes, have you read about it somewhere?" "Actually, professor Lupin taught it to me in my 3rd year." "Amazing," he mutters faintly under his breath. "Very well then, how many times have you conjured it successfully?" "Well, only once," Harry replies as he explains what happened at the end of the 3rd year, on how he practised on a boggart ad used it when a dementor almost performed their fatal kiss upon him. Moody just stares at amazement at him for a few seconds then shakes his head and returns to teaching. "Then we will practice it even more. Do any of you know what a lethifold is?" They all shake their heads, including Hermione. "The lethifold," he continues, "Is an extremely dangerous creature. It is found in tropical climates, but is known to wander around. It is a rare creature, but yet it will attack nonetheless. It is like a black cloak, about half an inch thick, that glides along the ground at night. IT suffocates its victims and digests them on the sort, leaving no trace of them behind. It is a dark creature created by Salazar Slytherin. It has, like a dementor, the power to make you relive the tragic events of your life. The only spell to repel the lethifold is the Patronus, but it usually attacks when its victims are sleeping, giving them no time to use magic against it. Thus is why you must learn to do the spell perfectly. I have suspicions what you may come across one, one day." They all gulp at the thought of this. "Now I have created a simulation lethifold by enchanting a black cloak to practice with. I will only release you from it if you lose control. Ron ad Hermione, you may watch and then after you may practice the Patronus spell on your own after. "Are you ready now?"
"Yes," Harry responds a little warily. "Good, now think happy thoughts Harry," Moody says as he releases the simulation lethifold. Harry thinks of the happy dream he had over the summer and yells "expecto patronum!" as he is enveloped by the flying cloak. His head is filled with the cruel laughter of Voldemort as he tortures his parents, and him, his cruel laugh echoing throughout his rain. Everything goes black. Harry wakes up on the classroom floor, with Moody handing him some chocolate. "Not bad, but not good either. You were able to get the lethifold off your face, but you couldn't stay conscious during it. Do you feel up to trying it again?" "Yes," Harry replies firmly, not wanting to start fainting like last year, yet the same thing happens again. Before attempting for a third time Moody tells him, "Now, this time I won't send it right on you, this way it'll be a little easier on you. Also, I would like to see how well your Patronus is." Harry thinks really hard for a happy thought, and then it strikes him. "I know," he thinks to himself, "It'll be the happiest thought ever. I'll just think about seeing my dad, prongs again!" He signals that he is ready and screams at the top of his lungs "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Slowly, a silver figure emits from his wand. With a look of awe spread over Harry's face, a stag is formed of the silvery mist, which drives away the lethifold. As he, the form of Prongs, re-enters Harry's wand, a voice, more like an echo, is heard ever so softly, like it was coming from the inside of Harry's head, "You will succeed Harry, we have faith in you, our love will always be with you and I'll always be here to protect you." In a second's time, the magical moment is gone and Harry finds himself back in the classroom. Ron, Hermione, and Moody were all looking at him curiously, it looked as though a tear was welling up in Moody's eye. After a minute or so, Moody mutters, "Er, oh, that was good, you can leave now, class dismissed." As they exited the classroom, Moody kept eyeing Harry suspiciously, no trace of the tear anymore, just plain confusion. Harry noticed his friends were still looking at him. "WHAT!" he yelled at them, "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Well," Hermione began. "Er," Ron said. "What?" Harry asked in a softer tone, the anger gone and now beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. "It's just that a glazed expression seemed to have spread over you when you casted your spell. You were just standing there motionless for a long while after your Patronus returned to you. It was kind of scary," Hermione explained to him. "Oh," said Harry. He didn't say anything further, not wanting, to waiting to explain what really happened. That night, Harry couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the previous activities. "Did my dad really talk to me?" he kept asking himself. "How long was I standing there for? Did I imagine it? Am I insane?"
A/N- Again, I am so sorry for taking so long to post. Please review if you liked it! (It might help me type a little faster ;) If you have any questions, comments or things you'd like to say e-mail me- dianahoule@hotmail.com I appreciate any feedback. Thanks goes out to all who have reviewed so far! Later~didihoulio