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Chapter 9
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The five walked around the grounds, talking about what had happened in the first task, when Will received another owl from Voldemort. He broke off the group to read it in private.Your father liked the way you dealt with your dragon. He says well done.
Will pocketed the note and rejoined the group. Ron asked what it was and but he said it was nothing and threw the note into the lake.
"Hey, Harry. I liked your flying in the first task! You were really good." Said Will. Harry blushed a bit. "You think you could teach me how to fly? Id love to know how to."
"Yeah sure! That'd be fun. You could maybe join the quidditch team next year. You three should come as well." Laughed Harry, Ron, Lyra and Hermione nodded their heads excitedly.
"Great." Said Will, a huge grin crawling onto his face. "I know a great place to practise without interruptions."
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXThey walked up to the Griffindor common room and Harry ran up to their dorm to get his Firebolt. Harry was the only one who had completely mastered the broomstick, Ron could fly quite well but not the way Harry could and Hermione could never actually get off the ground with out falling off straight away. Harry rushed back down to the common room with his Firebolt over his shoulder and his quidditch robes flying behind him, ready to teach them to fly. They headed towards the room of requirement, Will leading the way.
"Wait here," he said as he thought We need a quidditch pitch to practise quidditch and the best broomsticks we can get. He paced past the tapestry of the ballet-dancing trolls, and lifted the tapestry to reveal a door. "Here we are. Come on in."
The door swung open to reveal a huge quidditch pitch and five broomsticks of the same kind Harry had. Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped through, in complete awe as they had never entered the room of requirement before and had never heard of such a room ever. Even Hermione who had read Hogwarts: A History over a thousand times for what she likes to call 'Light reading.'
"So," said Harry clapping his hands together. "Lets get started. Everyone grab a broom and we shall start our flying lesson."
They all rushed over to where the brooms where and found that their names were engraved into the side of each broom handle. Will found the one with his name on and rushed back to Harry to start flying. Lyra and Hermione came and joined with Will. Ron took his and looked at the only one left.
"Hey, Harry. There's one left and its got Ginny's name on it! You think I should go and get her?" asked Ron, looking a bit confused as his little sister had a broomstick in this room what Will had created.
Harry shrugged. "If you want her here, go and get her."
"Ok. It might be fun with her here. She never plays when me, Fred and George play." Ron headed towards the door but stopped and turned around. "Hey, I know what would be better. How about you give it to her! I mean she's had a huge crush on you since we came here." he laughed and Harry agreed, took the broom and walked out the door with it over his shoulder. His quidditch robes trailing behind him fluttering as he quickened his pace. As he reached the door he turned around to say something.
"Hermione," he said with a cheeky grin on his face. "Is there a wrapping charm or something?" Hermione nodded, and took out her wand.
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Harry walked along the corridor to the Griffindor common room and through the portrait hole to find Ginny deep in conversation with a boy called Michael Corner, sitting in an armchair in front of a roaring fire. They looked up to see who had came in and waved to Harry who waved back.
"Hey, Ginny. I've got something for you!" said Harry, with a grin on his face, Ginny got up.
"Ohhh, what is it?" asked Ginny. Harry walked over to her and said for her to close her eyes and put out her hands, so she closed them and put out her hands.
Harry put the wrapped broomstick into her hands and kissed her on the cheek.
"Open it and join me outside with it." said Harry turning away to go out the portrait hole but was stopped by Michael Corner. Ginny was touching the place where Harry had kissed her.
"You just kissed my girlfriend." He said, pushing Harry and stopping him from leaving.
"Yeah," said Harry taking out his wand and pointing it at Michael. "Whatchya gonna do about it?"
"Duel. Midnight. On The grounds by the lake."
"Do you really want to duel with a dragon slayer?"
"Oh, Harry. I can't believe you got me a Firebolt. That's so kind!" said Ginny as she rushed up and gave Harry a bone-crushing hug.
"Air." Puffed out Harry, and Ginny let him go muttering her apologises.
Harry put away his wand and walked out of the Griffindor common room, eyeing Michael Corner and motioned for Ginny to follow him. She left Michael and walked up to Harry with her Firebolt mounted over her shoulder. They walked, arms linked, towards the room of requirement.
"Uhh, Harry, where are we going?" asked Ginny.
"Just here." he said. And he lifted back the tapestry of the ballet-dancing trolls to reveal the door that Will had shown them before. He opened the door and led her through into the room of requirement/quidditch pitch. "Well, now that we're all her. Lets get flying. So me and Ron can fly, Hermione can't say on her broom, Will and Lyra has never ridden a broom and I've never seen Ginny fly. So Ron, you work with Hermione and Ginny and I'll help Will and Lyra."
They broke off into two groups and started flying. Ginny, who had always known how to fly but had never shown her brothers, was sawing around the room showing off her flying skills. Ron was watching in awe as his sister flew right past him. He walked over to the trunk of quidditch balls and released the two bludgers blasted out at high speed towards Ginny, who was doing back-flips. She noticed the bludgers and flew off at high speed around the pitch, dodging the bludgers with great ease.
Ron waddled back over to Hermione and started teaching her the basics, like taking off and touching back down, turning and speeding up. The only problem was she kept falling off. Ron had to tie her to the broom so she wouldn't fall off so much.
Harry was having more luck with Will and Lyra. They were now flying around the room at top speed, with Harry and Ginny by their sides. They had both mastered the arts of flying and were loving it. They sped about sawing in sync, criss-crossing and flying through the goal posts. Then Ron finally got Hermione, but quite unsteadily.
"Well, since we all can fly now, how bout a little game?" asked Harry, and as the group were nodding their heads in agreement, nine random people popped out with brooms over their shoulders. "That's cool. Ok now to pick teams. Me, Hermione and Ginny, against Will, Lyra and Ron. And these guys can sort your selves out so it's even."
Ron told Lyra and Will the rules and they got started. Will was the seeker for his team as he had the best eyesight and could speed up quite easily. Ron was the keeper and Lyra was a chaser. The players took their positions and with a flick of her wand, Hermione opened the crate containing the balls and they shot out. A referee appeared out of nowhere and threw the quaffle into the air and the game began. Lyra sped towards the quaffle and threw it to the blank player next to her, who caught it and sped towards to goal hoops, only to be stopped at the last minute by Ginny who flew straight past the blank and stole it. She sawed towards the opposing goal and threw it through, scoring a goal for their team. Harry who had been watching from above everything cheered as he looked around for the tiny fluttering golden snitch. Will was doing the same. Then suddenly Will shot off, approaching the ground with tremendous speed. He had seen the snitch. Harry sped after Will, his speed increasing as he flew. Will was heading straight for the ground, his head flickered a little and Harry caught up to him. They where metres above the ground now and Will quickly pulled up and sped off in the other direction. The Wronski Feint. Thought Harry as he pulled easily out of the dive towards the floor. He pulled out of trickier things.
The score was 20 – 10 to Harry's team, Ginny had managed to score again and Lyra had stole the ball in mid-pass and scored for them. Hermione was happily fling around, occasionally receiving the quaffle and passing it to the person nearby, which is how Lyra had got the ball and scored. Will was a hands width from catching the little golden ball, that was shimmering inches away from him. He in creased his speed a bit and could feel the tiny wings flicking against the fingers that were closing around it. He caught it. Will's team erupted into cheers as he flew back down to the ground, tightly holding the golden snitch in his hand.
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They headed back to the common room, their brooms over their shoulders and the golden snitch tucked into pocket trying to escape. As they entered the room erupted into cheers. Ron's brothers, Fred and George ran up to them.
"Where the hell have you been?" asked Fred, or George.
"Yeah, we've been here for ages," said George, or Fred.
"Sorting out your,"
"After party,"
"And you,"
"Show up,"
"LATE!" they said in sync, shouting a bit.
"But now that we're here, we can have it now, cant we?" asked Harry, laughing a little at the fact that the Weasley Twins were annoyed at the fact that they were late.
"Yeah sure." They said, again in sync.
"I'm really tired, so I'm gonna just go to bed. Night." Said Will. He kissed Lyra and hurried up stairs.
Will lay on his bed and looked at the golden egg he had achieved in getting without getting fried. He looked at the egg and opened it. A horrible screeching noise emitted from it. Will covered his ears with a pillow and quickly closed the egg. The noise stopped. He put the egg on his bed stand, rested his head and immediately fell asleep.
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He was one. Will was in his own house and it was dark. He heard a woman screaming and saw electric blue light flash by his eyes. A dark figure stepped towards him and a red flash engulfed his body and his sight went dark and clouded. The figure had an eerily high voice and was laughing maniacally. Will heard more people come into the room and heard strange words being shouted and screams from the woman next to him. The screams died and he heard people blast down the front door, shouting for them to leave them alone. Will blacked out.
Will was seven. They had moved to a house on the suburbs. He was watching the ants making a home in their front garden. Will walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself an apple. He chopped it in half, then into quarters and put it into a bowl. He walked into the living room and gave the apple to his mother, who took it and started eating. Will had to look after his mother rather than her looking after him, ever since the incident two years back. They were living in Newcastle at the time and Will had made friends there. It was a hot night and the sun was just setting. There was a knock at the door and Will went to open it but just as he was reaching for the door handle the door blew off its hinges, colliding with Will and knocking him into the wall. The impact had made him dizzy but he could see and hear everything that was going on. A man in black robes had strode into the living room and started questioning his mother.
"Where is the Dark Lord?" asked the man. "You know. I know you know."
His mother laughed.
"He is dead" replied his mother, which made the man very angry.
"CRUCIO!" Shouted the man. And his mother fell to the floor crying out in pain. "You and I both know he is not dead, so WHERE IS HE?"
"He's dead!" screamed his mother, only to scream out in agony as the man said that word again.
"Fine, if you think he is dead. You shall join him. AVADA KEDAV…" he didn't finish because Will had leapt over and kicked the man in the back of his knee.
The man fell to the floor and Will took his mothers hand and ran out the door. They ran down the street and Will held out his hand. A blue bus sped round the corner and skidded to a halt right in front of Will. He jumped aboard, his mother by his side, said the place he was going and gave the man some money. His mother had told him that if he was ever in need to stick out his arm and go to his grandmothers in London. The bus sped towards London and Will had always wondered how it was so fast. Even though his grandmother had died two years ago, the house was in his and his mother's name. There was an explosion behind the bus and everything went black.
Will was twelve. He was running along the road, his mother by his side. He was nagging her to move faster, but she didn't hear it, she was afraid. They were going to Will's old piano teacher so that she could look after his mother for a while. Will rang the doorbell and waited for an answer.
"Mum, we're going to see Mrs Cooper." Said Will.
"Mrs Cooper?" she said doubtfully.
But Mrs Cooper had already opened the door and was looking a bit confused.
"Who's that? Is that William?" the old lady said. "I haven't seen you for over a year. What do you want dear?"
"I want to come in, please and bring my mother," he said firmly.
Mrs Cooper looked at the woman with the untidy hair and the distracted half-smile, and at the boy with the fierce unhappy glare in his eyes, tight-set lips, the jutting jaw. And then she saw that Mrs Parry, Will's mother, had put make-up on one eye but now on the other. And she hadn't noticed. And neither had Will. Something was wrong.
"Well…" she said, and stepped aside to make room in the narrow hall.
Everything darkened and then he was walking back to his house from Mrs Cooper's. As Will rounded the corner, his cat Moxie rose up from her favourite spot under the still-living hydrangea and stretched before greeting him with a soft miaow and butting her head against his leg.
He picked her up and whispered, "Have they come back, Moxie? Have you seen them?"
Holding Moxie against his chest, he unlocked the door and went in quickly. Then he listened very carefully before putting her down. There was nothing to hear; the house was empty. He opened a tin of catnip for her and left her to eat in the kitchen. How long before the men came back? There was no way of telling, so he'd better move quickly. He went upstairs and began to search. He knew what they were after. It was the battered green writing-case. It had something that they needed. He wasn't going to let them get it, whatever it was.
Will searched his mother's bedroom first, ashamed to be looking through the drawers where she kept her underclothes, and then he checked the rest of the rooms upstairs, even his own. Moxie came to see what he was doing and sat and cleaned herself nearby, for company. But he didn't find it. By that time it was dark and the dream Will was hungry.
Will turned in his sleep.
Will made himself some beans on toast and sat down to eat it. He was just finishing when the phone rang. Will sat absolutely still, his heart thumping. He counted: twenty-six rings, and then it stopped. He put his plate in the sink and started to search again. Will heard the sound of a chair moving from downstairs and knew two things simultaneously. First, he knew where the case was. And second, he knew that the men where downstairs. He lifted Moxie out of the way and softly hushed her sleepy protest. He walked over to the door, making no noise at all, straining to hear what was going on down stairs. He tiptoed back into his mother's room and lifted up the floorboard beside the sewing machine and found the writing-case. He took the case and walked over to the door. He opened it a crack and saw a flashlight skim on the wall in front. The man was outside the door.
Will waited until one of the men was right outside the door and blasted it open with his shoulder. He ran out of the room and down the stairs. He kicked open the front door and ran out of it, where the other man was waiting. The man turned in surprise and ran straight for Will, but fell back panting as was kicked in the stomach by Will. The man grabbed at Will's leg. Will who was thrashing his leg violently, picked up a stick that was lying next to him and whacked the side of the man's face. The man let go and Will kicked his face and heard the unnatural sound of the skull cracking off the pavement. Will let out a little gasp.
The man from the stairs came rushing out of the house. He was shouting in that strange tongue that he had heard five years before. The words Avada Kedavra over and over. Green jets of light shot over Will's head and he wondered where they came from, but kept on running. He knew the path that he was taking. He'd taken it before to escape people wondering if his mother needed a doctor or the social services. Will rounded the corner and jumped over the fence and through a gap in the wall and out into the back lane. He heard the man run past and walked out to the main road. He started running as fast as he could away from everything.
A sudden jolt of excruciating pain erupted in his body, spreading from the small of his back. He fell on the floor writhing in pain and started screaming. The man walked over, laughing maniacally. He bent over Will.
"Don't think you can get past me that easily, boy." Said the man in a very creepy voice. Will stopped screaming.
"What do you want? Asked Will, spitting blood from his mouth.
"Crucio." Shouted the man. Will's body erupted with pain again.
He woke up screaming.
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Ten to Midnight.
Harry got out of bed and quickly got his clothes on. He grabbed his wand, ran down stairs and out the portrait hole. Harry sped down the corridor and out into the entrence hall. He opened the door and ran out onto the grounds. He looked at his watch. 12:00. And no sign of Michael Corner. The chicken was too afraid! Thought Harry and he started walking back to the common room.
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Midnight.
Lyra was sleeping soundlessly. So were the other girls in her dorm. That was until a piercing scream echoed through the Griffindor Tower. Everyone woke up and was rushing around asking who had screamed and what had happened. Will quickly draw a window to the next wall, climbed through and sat down on a rock. He cut a small hole into the common room and saw that all the students had gone. Best wait a bit.He thought and fell asleep on the rock.
The dawn had rose and the birds were singing and Will was still asleep. Will woke up with a start as a herd of Mulefa came rolling past.
"Shit!" cursed Will as he got up off the rock from which he had been sleeping.
He quickly cut a hole in to the common room, stepped through and rushed upstairs to get changed. Will came down five minutes later, after having a quick shower, with his school robes in his arms. He pulled them over himself and ran out the portrait hole, only to run back in and grab his wand.
"Point me." He whispered and his wand spun round in his hand and pointed him to his lesson
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX"Well," said Moody. "Today we shall be learning about the Unforgivable Curses. Who can tell me any of them?"
Hermione's hand shot up straightaway and a few wary others also put their hands up. Moody walked around the classroom saying things like, Up Up, come now, and Unforgivable's Damn it. He finally walked over to Hermione and asked her what she knew about them.
"The Imperius Curse, sir." Said Hermione. "The Imperius Curse gives the wizard complete control over his or her victim. The experience of being controlled by this curse is described as a complete, wonderful release from any sense of responsibility or worry over one's actions, at the price of one's free will."
Moody nodded."Textbook, Ms Granger. Bit of a nasty curse, that one. Gave the ministry a lot of hassle few years back. Anyone else? Ah Mr Longbottom." Said Moody walking over to Neville.
"Well, there's one curse called The Cruciatus Curse." Said Neville stuttering a bit.
"Ah, well you would know about that one. The Cruciatus Curse inflicts excruciating pain upon the victim. It intense hatred, desire to inflict pain, and sadistic pleasure at the suffering of the victim are required for the curse to be cast effectively. The extreme pain inflicted by the curse - without any apparent evidence of physical harm - makes it uniquely suited as a form of torture, and is used regularly by the Death Eaters. Ok, now the last curse. Anyone?"
Ron put up his hand and Moody walked over to him. Moody nodded and Ron started telling the class about the last unforgivable.
"My dad told me about The Killing Curse." Said Ron.
Moody nodded. "The Killing Curse. Obviously from its name, it kills. And only one person to survive it is sitting in this room." he stared at Harry. "Anyway, examples. This is what the ministry doesn't want taught in schools, but we have a war on our hands, that's due any day now! This spider," he lifted a spider from a jar.
"Engorgio," whispered Moody. The spider grew in size and he placed it onto his desk. "The Cruciatus Curse. Crucio."
So that's what that man was saying. Thought Will as he watched the spider wraith in pain on the table in front of him. Neville turned away in disgust. Moody stopped.
"The Imperius Curse. Imperio." The spider leapt of the table a wiggle its way towards Malfoy and started platting Malfoy's hair. The whole class burst out laughing as Malfoy tried to shake it off. The spider jumped off and started moonwalking on the floor. It slid on the floor all the way to a bowl of water and spun a web over it. It dipped its head into the bowl. Tiny bubble could be seen rising from its little mouth and it started wriggling. Moody took it out of the bowl and place it on the table.
"Rennervate. Now the killing curse. If you lot all pointed your wands at me and shouted the incantation, you'd probably just give me a nosebleed! Avada Kedavra!"
A bolt of blindingly intense green light shot out of Moody's wand and into the spider and it dropped dead right in front of their eyes.
"Ok, who wants to have a go at protecting themselves from the Imperius Curse? It can be done. But only to those who have strong will's." asked Moody and Will's hand shot up. Everyone else was too afraid to try. "Well Mr Parry, you first. All of you are going to be doing it, I was just checking if anybody wanted an actual go." He flicked his wand and the tables disappeared. The children got the idea and stood up. "Alright then, Imperio."
A strange voice in the back of his head kept saying: Do a back flip and then run around the room in your underpants. But Will knew that it was the Imperius Curse trying to control him. Will had a very good control upon himself from a very early age, since having to more look after himself. The curse had no effect on Will at all, other than the odd twitch. Moody lifted the curse, applauded Will for having such a great will power. After that Moody's students lined up and all got a turn at it.
Most of them failed. Some people were able to fall on the floor because they were concentration so hard on not doing what the voice said. The only other people who almost got to Wills level were Harry and Lyra. Harry had managed to keep from become influenced by the curse but then got tried really easily and whacked his head off the floor and got knocked out. Lyra had stayed up but had tripped over herself trying not to do a back flip.
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Lyra and Will quickly exited the DADA classroom and headed for lunch. They ate their food and headed for the room of requirement, where they spent the rest of their lunch talking and sitting together.
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End of Chapter 9
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