Gone With the Wind
A/N: Sorry to disappoint if you thought this was a new chapter but fan fiction deleted the last one and I have no idea why or for that matter when, I may have lost the email in the junk filter or something…anyway for those who have read this it is exactly the same as before and if you are waiting for ch-6 it is on its way…. as soon as I have time to edit it! Should be up by tomorrow at the latest!
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"Oh really? At eighteen? And what type of experience have you come across may I ask" Acerbus looked down at him doubt pouring through her eyes. Harry was saved the trouble of answering as the hall fell silent as the doors to the great hall opened. A line of terrified looking first years filed into the hall lead by Professor McGonagall herself.
Chapter 4 – Teachers PetThe storm was raging through the castle; bolts of lightning illuminated the darkest corners of the ever-changing corridors and thunder roared over-head. The torrential rain hammered against the windows like a thousand bullets threatening to destroy the castle and all in it. A man rushed through the endless maze of corridors oblivious to the gale force winds that made the castle creak and shudder. A shrill bell, announcing the start of classes, rang through the empty hallways as the sinister figure came to a halt in front of an old battered looking door. Reaching out he grabbed the handle and threw open the door, just as a flash of lightning streaked through the room, a girl screamed but at the sudden entrance of this mysterious figure but her cry was in vain as almost instantly a roll of thunder shook the castle to its very foundations.
"Silencio," the figure said clearly as he pointed his want at the wall and instantly the classroom was filled with an eerie stillness. Not a sole moved. Fear kept each student rooted to their seats staring at the hooded figure drops of rain still falling from the cloak. The man walked over to his desk and sat behind before lowering his hood, revealing wet, dishevelled shoulder length hair. His emerald eyes skimmed over each student in turn, looking over his wide-eyed shocked students. This professor would not be forgotten in a hurry.
"Third years? Gryffindor and Slytherin?" he said brushing some hair from his face showing a thin lightning bolt scar on his forehead etched over his left eye. A shaken girl sitting in the first row slowly nodded her head, but no one spoke.
"Good, my name is Harry Patterson, you can call me Harry or if you prefer Patterson. I'm not one for formality so calling me professor or sir will not be necessary in this class," Harry said looking around at his students a small smile playing at his lips and the students began to relax slightly. "This year we will be following a slightly different schedule than normal, it is one Dumbledore feels all students must experience. For the first few months we will be looking at dark arts," Harry paused looking around at his class; their reactions were altogether startled. "I realise this should not be covered until next year but both Dumbledore and I feel it is important to have basic knowledge of the evil that shrouds our planet," Harry's eyes rested for a fraction of a second on a greasy haired, unnaturally pale boy before he continued. "We will start today with the unforgivable curses, are there any questions before we start?" A hand in the back slowly rose above the heads, Harry looked back at a boy with wild jet-black hair, "Potter?" Said Harry
"Umm, yeah. I was just wondering...hey hang on how did you know my name?" James said loosing his train of thought, now looking suspiciously at Harry.
Harry smiled mischievously at James but did not answer the question, "What was your question James?" He said his eyes not leaving James'.
"What, right...oh yeah. I was just wondering how old you were? 'Cause you don't really look much older than twenty and no offence mate but how the ruddy hell did you get this position?" Harry laughed softly at James lack of refinement. Maybe, for once, Snape was right about his father. Subtlety was not his strong point.
"I am eighteen, Potter. How or why I got this job has nothing to do with you though I can assure you I am not without experience," He said smiling at the class, his tone was final and none of the students dared to question what 'experience' meant.
"Any more questions?" Harry asked looking around once more and a few other students raised their hands. Harry looked at the boy sitting directly in front of his father.
"Pettigrew? You have a question?" Harry said his face turned to look at the sandy haired, rather plump looking boy. He was no longer smiling but managed to stop himself from jumping up and cursing him on the spot, he grinned inwardly as he thought it would be one way to demonstrate the unforgivable's.
"Sir-"
"Harry, not sir," Harry said before he sat waiting for the trembling boy to continue.
"Well...Harry... I was just wondering if you would be showing us the...the..." His voice faded in the silence of the classroom and through the window another flash of lightning pierced the sky. They could not hear the thunder but the ground shook none the less and Pettigrew almost fainted in his seat.
"Yes," Harry said quietly looking at Pettigrew's pale face for a few moments before allowing his eyes to glance over the rest of the class. Each person either looked thoroughly terrified or confused, and Harry could instantly tell who was muggle born. The girl sitting in the front row raised a shaking hand.
"But sir...sorry, Harry...they are illegal. I read somewhere the ministry keeps tabs on us and knows when someone uses an unforgivable," She said looking into Harry's dazzling eyes, so much like her own.
"Well that would be a problem," He said an impish smile plastered on his face, "If the ministry had a tab on me,"
"What do you mean if?" Sirius said suddenly said looking at his teacher with a look of pure admiration.
"Exactly what you want it to mean Mr. Black," Said Harry, his eyes dancing with delight at the class' obvious confusion, they were all turning and whispering to their neighbours. "Now we must continue on with today's lesson. Can anyone give me an unforgivable?" The class was still; no one moved a centimetre for many moments then slowly a few students began to raise their hands slowly. "Right, Mr. Snape. The first one if you please,"
"Imperius Curse, it gives the caster total control over another. They can do anything you want them to," Snape said looking nervous but pleased to give an answer.
"Yes, 'Total control' the caster can force you to jump off the astronomy tower, stab yourself with a knife or even force you to kill your best friend. It can be fought, however. All it takes is will power. The will to say no. It's not a talent many can brag about. Would anyone care to volunteer as an example?" Harry knew few would but one was all he needed, for the moment. Harry looked around the classroom hoping someone would brave the chance. Harry sat for many minutes, looking and waiting. He knew, in time, someone would try. Patience, that was the key.
After what seemed like an age, a hand rose at the back. Low at first, slowly it rose into a more confident stretch. Harry waited a few more second giving the volunteer time to back down but the longer he waited, the more sure he became. Harry looked at the back groaning as he saw a mop of jet-black hair and wire rimmed glasses looking straight at him, his had risen clearly in the air.
"Well Mr. Potter, if you are sure," Harry said looking over and knowing James' cockiness had won over, he wanted to prove himself. Prove what? Who knows.
James stood up purposefully and walked in a would-be-clam-manner to the front of the class where Harry stood waiting. Harry raised his wand and pointed at James, "Imperio!" Harry shouted and James face changed suddenly from anxious to calm and uncaring. He looked lost within the tranquillity of his brain. Harry silently ordered his father to jump on the desk and start doing the Can Can while humming the tune loudly for the class to hear. James hesitated for a few seconds before following the orders Harry had forced him into and the class was in hysterics before Harry released the curse, the smile did not reach his lips and the laughter slowly subsided as the class realised that there was nothing amusing about it. Harry had to focus his energy on stopping himself from laughing along with the class. He let 'Mad-Eye' Moody's words wash over him, his first encounter with this curse clearly running through his head. 'Total control' . As the class settled and James had made it back to his seat, more hands flew up wanting to try it themselves, convinced they could prove themselves. Harry called them up, one by one. Not one could throw off the curse for even a second. Each made their way back to their seats looking somewhat disappointed in their abilities. Finally after Remus made his way to the back of the class clutching his arm on which he had fallen when the curse was lifted Harry turned to the class once more.
"Good, now the idea of this exercise was to give you an idea of the impact it can have on you. It cannot be controlled, not without extreme focus and determination. You did well for your first attempt. Now can you give me the second unforgivable? You beside the window, what's your name?"
"Er.... Frank Longbottom sir," Said a small brown haired boy sitting with his back straight. Harry could almost hear what Neville's dad was about to say, and could almost scream at the irony of it.
He gave Longbottom a small nod and the boy looked around the room before quietly saying, "Cruciatus curse."
"Yes. Pain, pain as you can only imagine. Insufferable, unbelievable, unstoppable, pain," Harry reached under his desk and lifted a stone basin of silver liquid. "This is pensieve. It allows you to remove memories from your head and see them more clearly, giving you the opportunity to make connections that were not clear within your own thoughts."
Harry lifted his wand to his head and extracted a thin, long string of silvery substance and dropped it into the basin, he tapped the liquid twice and a scene rose from the memories. Harry had carefully manipulated the memory slightly to compliment his new look, no longer James' son but Harry Patterson, blonde hair and all. Suddenly a scene of horror lifted itself out of the basin and the class looked on in complete shock.
"'And now you face me, like a man...straight-backed and proud, the way your father died...
'And now – we duel.'"
The class' feeling was mutual, each were disgusted, shocked, scared, and so caught up in the memory that if Voldemort himself had walked into the classroom, none would have noticed. They watched –
'Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself, before he could even move, he had been hit again by the Cruciatus curse.'
Half the class were shaking like mad when they saw the event played out in front of them. Harry was screaming at the top of his lungs and twitching like mad before the picture faded and was filled with an uncanny silence.
"That is the Cruciatus curse," Harry stated quietly, the entire class hanging on to his every word. "Pain beyond belief, now does anyone know the next curse?" No one moved this time, not daring to in case it brought on another memory, perhaps worse than this. Harry smiled weakly as he lifted his hand to his head and let a small thread of silver drop into the bowl.
"Its coming whether you like it or not, I know many in this room have heard of it. Now what is the third curse?" Harry tried to sound kind and sympathetic but he, along with the rest of the room, wanted the bell to ring and class to finish.
A hand in the front slowly rose; her waist length hair covered her face in an attempt to hide from Harry. Harry nodded and she said in a small, yet unmistakable voice. "Avada Kedavra."
Harry tapped the basin and out of the liquid came Harry and Cedric looking at a large gold cup gleaming from the stand Harry counting to three and a blur of colour as they were transported to the graveyard...
(Quotes taken from - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling)
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