A/N: New chapter, a little jump to the next DADA class, just assume nothing else intertesting happens between then and now...cause it doesn't.I would know.

Disclaimer: I still own...well, not Harry Potter, but I was thinking of approaching JK with the idea that she let someone who can actually write do a series about the Marauder days.

By the time the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended Alex was more than angry with Professor Moody. She was on the warpath.

"Today class," Moody said a gleam in his eyes, "we'll be doing something a little different. You've all seen what the Unforgivables look like, but you don't know what they feel like…and you don't know how to fight them."

In her seat near the front of the room Alex froze. He couldn't possibly mean what she thought he…

"So, today I'll be placing each of you under the Imperious in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether you can resist its effects."

But – but, Alex felt all the blood drain from her face. but that's illegal! He can't really mean to…

But apparently he did, for in the next second Alex and the rest of the students were on their feet and Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room.

"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, he seemed pleased that no one objected.

After a second Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperious Curse upon them. Alex watched as, one by one, her classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. A Hufflepuff, his first victim, danced wildly in circles. Pansy sang a nonsensical children's song. A tiny Hufflepuff girl and Greg, who were both under it at the same time, arm wrestled and the girl won. Not one of them really seemed to fight the curse after a second or two, and each of them recovered only when Moody had removed it.

"Bellmonte," Moody growled, "you're up."

Alex stepped slowly into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. The Professor raised his wand, pointed it at her and Alex had the sudden desire to run. A quiet voice said, "Imperio!"

A vague bliss wrapped itself around her taking away her worries and cares, but leaving her terror, because Alex knew exactly what was happening to her.

And then she heard a voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his brain, gentle and appealing:

:Take down your hair…unbraid it and let it loose...:

Well, that wasn't too bad. Just unbraid it and you're home free girl. What's wrong with that?……………….BECAUSE YOUR WILL IS BEING SUBVERTED! another part of her yelled dimly.

:Take down your hair...:

Don't do it! Don't!

I'm not going to, Alex assured the yelling voice.

:Take it:

NO!

Alex felt the voice in the back of her mind swell with fury and braced herself for what she knew would come next. Now was the pain and the punishment for disobedience. And just as she'd predicted, just as it had happened before, a wave of pain, almost like heated claws raked through her head.

Alex yelled and dropped to her knees. The bruising force reminding her that she was once again a part of a world outside her own head. She pressed her hands to the cold stone and hid from the rest of the class by the curtain of her hair…unbound.

"Alex?" Blaise whispered, crouching next to her.

"Don't touch her, Zabini. You're next!"

Blaise's head jerked up and he moved as if to pull his wand.

"No!" Alex whispered, grabbing his arm. "Don't be an idiot."

Growling under his breath, Blaise lifted her gently to her feet.

"Good. She didn't win, but she resisted longer than any of the rest of you. For a first try that way very impressive. Now you, Zabini!"

Don't fight him, Blaise! Alex begged as she fought not to cry. There's something wrong with him. I could tell…he enjoyed that!

"Alex!" Blaise called, catching up with her as she turned towards Common Room. "You have Ancient Runes next."

"Bite me!" Alex snapped continuing down her path. He let her go without another word as she stalked through the castle and threw herself on one of the black leather couches.

A second later the portrait hole opened again and Draco Malfoy stepped through. He looked surprised to find someone else there.

"Blowing off your classes?" he asked taking a seat near her.

"You know, you can bite me too! I don't need lectures!" Alex snarled back, shivering.

"Who was lecturing? I was asking. There's a difference you know."

Alex didn't respond.

Draco shrugged. "I'm skipping mine too and Moody's a bastard."

She jerked. "What!"

"You heard me. Maybe you didn't notice it, but he wasn't putting us under an Unforgivable for purely academic reasons."

"He enjoyed it!" Alex spat. "I fought him, he broke me to his will and he enjoyed it!"

Draco frowned. "You got that too?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah. I mean what? Was he punishing us because he thinks we're going to go evil on him or is it just that we're Slytherins? Or does he really feel that way with everyone, but we're the only ones who noticed it because we knew what to expect?"

"I don't know. It certainly wasn't any gentler than my other experiences," Draco said, tactically admitting that he'd been under the Imperious before. "The action required was different, but that's all."

"In short it might as well have been either of our fathers in that classroom," Alex said, shivering again. Draco started and his eyes flew to hers, so she knew her guess had been right.

"Draco, I'm building a group of people who all hate Moody as much as I do."

"What for?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in a pale imitation of his usual arrogance.

"What for?" Alex echoed. "We're going to take his life apart…then we're going to kill him."

Draco smiled from across the gap between their couches. "Count me in."

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