I don't have anything to say for an AN so here's the story…

Imposter Moody's POV

He was very curious about the odd new students. They were an anomaly. It was odd, the way that six year old girl, Angel, had stared at him during the feast. She seemed like she was trying to read his mind. Of course a little girl who was too young to be here anyway would have no idea how to do so a thing, but her bewildered stare made him suspicious. He would be having a class with her Nudge, and the Gasman after he dealt with the 4th years.

Harry Potter had a twin brother apparently. He was one of the oddities. His name was Fang and he seemed to be romantically attached to the final and strangest one of the whole group, Maximum Ride. She was the only one besides Fang that had a last name. She had an aura of power and strength surrounding her like a barrier. He would have to inform the Dark Lord of these strange children.

Barty Crouch Jr. took another sip from his flask of Polyjuice Potion as the students filed in. His eyes immediately went to Harry, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Maximum, Fang, and the blind boy Iggy. Iggy had a light grip on Fang's robes and was probing around with his sightless eyes. Barty felt a pang of pity for the child.

"How long have you been blind son?" he asked as the poor boy was told aloud using clock directions where his seat was by Maximum.

The kid whipped his head toward Crouch and met his eyes almost spot on, "For as long as I can remember Professor Moody."

"I hear from professor Dumbledore that your sight is improving. He said that you can see the difference between light and shadow. Am I correct?"

The boy looked at his nose warily, "Yes, why do you ask?"

The other two tensed and studied him as he responded with the same spell Dumbledore used in the Great Hall. The young boy grinned and thanked him before sitting down. Barty immediately launched into his lesson. He had chosen it specifically to help with the plan. It would also be funny to see the look on Longbottom's face. He could observe the new children too. He needed to know if they would be a threat to his plan.

"Who knows any of the three Unforgivable Curses, eh?" He asked the class.

He chose Weasley to answer his question first. He had known about the Imperious Curse. This would be fun. He made a poor bug do a bunch of funny things and attack some of the students just for a laugh. He sent it flying toward Iggy and was surprised when the blind boy caught it in one hand and tossed it onto Draco Malfoy's head. That set the idiotic little ingrate squealing and the rest of the class laughing.

He put it back in the jar and waited for Longbottom's hand to rise. He stuttered, but he named the very curse that his parents had been driven mad by- which Barty had cast upon them himself. The poor boy was flinching and his fists were clenched. The oddities in the room were staring from the bug to him and back to the bug. Maximum and Granger both yelled for him to stop it, but it was Maximum's clipped order that made his instincts release the bug from his spell. Granger ran straight to the afflicted boy and made sure that he was alright.

"Do you know the name of the last Unforgivable Curse Miss Granger?" He asked.

"Avada Kedavra- the Killing Curse." Did not come from where he was expecting; it came from a quiet voice right next to Harry.

"Yes you are quite correct Mr. Potter." He told Fang.

The boy's emotionless face was slightly frightening. Did he feel anything? Was he afraid of the spell he'd just uttered? He was the very essence of cool, calculating, and calm. Barty thought that he'd perform it on the bug to see the boy's reaction. The bug died, but there were several people who didn't flinch at death. Fang, Maximum, and Iggy looked perfectly fine. What was wrong with them? They were little children seeing death for the first time. How could they not be at the very least slightly startled?

Maybe it wasn't the first time they'd seen death. Maybe they'd seen it before. Or maybe, just maybe they had killed. He banished the thought. They did not look like killers, but the part of him that had learned to think like Moody told him that looks could be deceiving. He must tell the Dark Lord of the children who did not flinch at death.

He was certain that if they weren't a threat, they would greatly jeopardize his plan. His plan must work or else he would die.

Barty excused the class, gave them an essay on the Killing Curse that was due in two weeks, and told Longbottom to join him for tea quickly. They spoke a little bit about plants and Herbology before he gave Neville the book that Harry would need months from now. He knew that Harry would get the information that he would need from it when the time was right. Satisfied, he sent the boy on his way and prepared to do the same thing for the first years.

He was extremely curious about the Angel girl. Would she and the other two be as non-responsive as Maximum, Fang, and Iggy?

As soon as she skipped into the room, he knew that she was going to cause him trouble. She just had that too sweet look in her eyes, but his magical eye detected that she could be very dangerous when she wanted to be. She smiled at him looked at him the same way she had the night before. She frowned slightly before shrugging to herself and scurrying to her seat.

"Come on Gazzy! Get in here before you're late." She called out the door.

There was a far off "Coming!" and the boy in question skidded into the room and promptly crashed into his own desk.

Angel sighed as he hopped up and started to right the desk himself by hand. She merely flicked her wand at him, which sent him flying into the wall and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

He had to work to keep himself from gaping at her. He was right about this girl she and the Maximum were the ones most likely to cause trouble. Just then as if to prove him wrong the boy peeled himself from the wall and farted. Normally Barty wouldn't use such vulgar language, but this was not your ordinary flatulence. It was a visible green color like what had happened at the Great Hall, but in close quarters it was ten times worse.

"Gazzy! Max told you not to fart in classrooms! I'm gonna tell her and you'll be in so much trouble. Oooooooooooh!" the girl called Nudge cried before dropping to the ground and rolling under her desk.

Angel somehow knew of the Bubble Charm and she was sitting there looking like her head was a fish bowl. Unable to bear the stench, he magically opened the window and swept the scent right outside. The Gasman would be really troublesome.

"Sorry Professor, I was trying to do it in the hall, but Angel called me in here and I didn't want to be late. It wasn't one of my worst though thank God. The bad ones sometimes knock people out." Gasman muttered blushing slightly.

"Quite alright son, so do any of you know anything about Unforgivable Curses?" He began, thinking that it was best to begin as soon as possible.

Angel answered all of his questions promptly and without fail. She always knew the answer. How could a six year old know all of this? It was unnatural—even inhuman.

He was going to demonstrate the curses in the same way as before. First the Imperious, then the Cruciatus, and finally Avada Kedavra, but when he cursed the bug Angel screamed in shock and looked as if she were in and extreme amount of pain.

"Tell me how I can help you." She ordered the bug breathlessly.

What was going on?

Suddenly the bug quit twitching, but Angel was struggling to not fall over in pain. How could it be? He was pointing his wand at the bug, but it was fine. Somehow Angel was stealing the effects of the curse from the bug. It was impossible, but what else could be happening.

"What are you doing to my sister?" the Gasman yelled, the look of pure fury on his face sure was something.

Barty quickly ended the curse seeing as Nudge and the Gasman were about to tackle him.

"Are you all right girl? Sorry I didn't react fast, but that is supposed to be impossible what you did there. I was just shocked." He said to the poor little girl sitting rigidly in her chair waiting for the effects to wear off.

She nodded and allowed her brother to pull her into a hug. The Gasman glared at Barty over her shoulder. Surprisingly Angel hadn't cried. Heck she hadn't made a sound since the initial shock of somehow sensing the curse. These kids could be two things: the death of him, or the key to his plan. Seeing as they had familial ties to Harry Potter, he doubted it was the latter.

He had to inform the Dark Lord of these children. If need be, he would have to ensure they were properly dealt with before the 'Grand Finale' of his plan. He felt another pang of pity for the lot of the strange kids as he dismissed his class.

"Two in one day, that's a record. You haven't felt true pity in years Barty. Don't let these little ones make you soft." He muttered under his breath.