Hello! Sorry for the long wait but I did warn you. However I shouldn't be going away for work again for another couple of months at least so have no fear!
We finally have the long awaited chapter four and yes that includes Viktor's introduction. Now that the chapters are more detailed we'll be seeing more of Harry's personality, which I didn't really touch on in earlier chapters. Despite being intelligent and reasonable, Harry is still a teenager and I want him to act like a teenager at times so he does have hormones that he acts on and a temper that only a teenager can have.
I really hope you enjoying reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, especially the scenes with Moody. And thank you to everyone who has reviewed at added me to their alerts!
Hanna xoxo
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Chapter Four
"Harry, come on." Mary shouted up the stairs. "The portkey is about to leave."
Harry came charging down the stairs, He'd been putting the finishing touches to his outfit. He was wearing almost all green, showing his support for the Irish team. His clothes were rather more flattering than he was used to as well, Hermione having decided it was high time he developed some style. According to her, what was the point of having a gay best friend if she couldn't talk fashion with him? Harry had actually been rather scared by the changed his friend had gone through. Gone was the frizzy hair and clothes that were casual to the point of being frumpy. She had changed from a little girl, a child, to a teenage girl getting ready to be a woman. She was still the same person however, nothing of her personality had really changed and for that Harry was grateful. It would have depressed him horribly if she'd done what he'd see some girls do and become a vapid, uncaring chit.
He also found he was rather pleased with his own change. The last bit of baby fat the Diggory's had managed to get on him had fallen away to reveal lithe muscles toned by hours of Quidditch practice. His raven hair now hung just past his shoulders in a stylish layered cut which thankfully meant that even when he tied it up in a high ponytail there were still enough locks left loose to cover his scar. The only thing he wasn't too happy about was his height, at fourteen he was only 5"4. Rather small for a boy but at least he wasn't smaller than Hermione anymore and it also meant he got to skip the uncoordinated phase most tall people went through. He was stared at enough because of who he was, he didn't want the embarrassment of being stared at because he could no longer walk in a straight line.
"Harry, you look fantastic!" Hermione gushed as he joined her and Cedric next to the portkey, as it was a VIP portkey they were leaving directly from their house besides no one else in they area was going, the Weasley's being the only other magical family and they couldn't afford it. "See, I told you. As a gay person, you are naturally stylish. You just needed to be shown the light."
"Funny, Mione." He muttered as he put his finger on the tattered boot. He honestly didn't mind the gay jokes from his friends. All of them had been very accepting when Harry came out to them and the jokes were only said in fun. Out the corner of his eye he saw Cedric smirk before opening his mouth, obviously to make his own joke, but whatever he was about to say was cut off as the portkey activated and they suddenly found themselves standing in a field. The brother's immediately grabbed Hermione's elbows to steady her knowing that she's never travelled that way before and was likely to end up on her bum. Much like Harry had his first time, it might have taken the better part of five years but he had eventually got used to magical travel.
"What are you doing?" Snapped a voice from somewhere behind them. They turned to see a rather stressed young man holding a muggle clipboard full of parchment. "Where did you get that portkey? They are for the use of Ministry Officials coming to watch the match!"
"And we are the official guests of Minister Fudge." Harry barked back, unable to stand the condescending tone. He sounded a lot like one of the Weasley brothers, the one that had just graduated.
The man paled and started flicking through his parchment at an alarming rate before stopping and becoming the colour of the Bulgarian Quidditch jerseys. "O-o-oh yes, m-m-my mistake. Do forgive me, I was not expecting any parties to be this young."
Harry just waved his hand, he knew full well that if they weren't there with Uncle Cornelius then this man would be looking down his nose at them still. "Which way do we go?" Harry asked with a sigh.
"Just follow that path there. It will take you to the main camping ground. That's were the main festivities are being held until the match starts." He pulled a map and three badges out of a bag the others hadn't noticed before. "When the warning goes off, follow the map to the VIP entrance to the stadium and these badges with show that you are supposed to be there."
"Thank you." The three teenagers answered cordially, still a bit miffed over how he'd spoken to them. It would be down to his own stupidity really if they told Uncle Cornelius how he'd greeted them, the portkeys were ministry controlled to events like this so it's not like they could have stolen one. Besides, he was welcoming the foreign ministry officials as well, there could have been an international incident if he spoke to someone from Bulgaria like that.
The campsite was amazing, they were awed when they finally got there. Everything in site was covered in either red or green, including the people. There were some like Harry, Cedric and Hermione that were just wearing clothes (and eye-shadow in Hermione's case) in their team colours but some were wearing full body paint, they made sure not to get to close to those people lest they end up with it all over their clothes. What astounded Hermione the most however was the friendly vibe that seemed to fill the air. Though there were some heated debates over which team was better, nothing more came of them. She was speechless. If this had been a football match a riot would have broken out with all these supporters for different teams.
They spent an hour wandering through the vendors and crowds picking up souvenirs and talking to the few people they knew from school. They each ended up buying tasselled programs and a pair of Omnioculars which Hermione had great fun playing with and comparing them to muggle binoculars.
"Harry! Hermione!" Came the voice of Terry Boot who was sitting outside a tent with Michael Corner.
"Looking good, Harry." Mike said, looking the younger boy up and down.
Harry beamed. "Thanks Mike." He really did like his outfit. He was wearing black dragon hide trousers and a dark green long-sleeved t-shirt that matched perfectly with the green Converse he'd picked up when he, Hermione and Sirius had gone to muggle London for a birthday shopping spree, Sirius insisting he paid, apparently the man had twelve years of birthday and Christmas presents to make up for. He also had a stud shaped like four-leafed clover in his left ear, his parents had said that he was mature enough to make his own decisions when it came to his style he just couldn't have anything permanent like a tattoo.
Eventually, what sounded like a gong began ringing, echoing throughout the entire campsite and the surrounding forest, urging everyone to make their way to the stadium. It took them half an hour to get there and another twenty minutes for them to climb all the stairs to the Top Box. However, the luxury in which they would be watching the game for than made up for gruelling climb. The only people already there were the Ministers of Britain and Bulgaria and their Auror guards, Harry tried not to laugh at his uncle's failing attempts to start a conversation but it was slightly funny that the Bulgaria Minister was either completely ignoring the short man or didn't speak a word of English. Personally, Harry thought the former was far more likely.
"Harry! Cedric! Hermione! Welcome." Cornelius shouted, thrilled to have a distraction. "Have you been having fun so far?" He asked, genuinely interested. This was his birthday present to Harry after all.
"It's fantastic, Uncle. Really!" Harry gushed, almost jumping up and down. "I can't wait for the actual match to start."
"I'm having a wonderful time, thank you for inviting me, Minister Fudge." Hermione said as politely as she could.
"Call me Cornelius, girl!" The portly man replied instantly. "The way Harry tells it, you are more like a sister to him than a friend. That makes you like a niece to me. No need for such formalities."
Hermione beamed and nodded, pleased to have been accepted by a part of her best friend's extended family. It meant a lot to her that even the minister was being so welcoming.
"Why don't you three come and meet the Bulgarian Minister before the box gets too crowded?" Without really waiting to hear their replies, not that they'd have said no, Cornelius lead the three teenagers to the man he had been sitting next to just a moment before. The foreign minister was watching their interactions with a curious glint in his eyes, obviously he hadn't expected the slightly nervous British Minister to show such familiarity. "Minister Oblansk, this is Cedric Diggory, his younger brother Harrison and Harry's school friend Miss Hermione Granger. Children, this is Minister Oblansk of Bulgaria. I've known these two since they were children and I've become very fond of them." Cornelius said, indicating the two boys.
"Hello." Minister Oblansk greeted with a slight nod of his head. The three teenagers replied in kind.
"Cedric, Harry? You've been to Bulgaria haven't you?" Cornelius asked, not too sure had had matched the right people to the right trip.
"Oh yes!" Harry answered immediately as his eyes lit up. That had been his first and favourite holiday when he had been nine. "It's a beautiful country." Harry complimented the Bulgarian man, his love for the country obvious by his tone.
"Vhere did you visit?" The minister asked intrigued despite himself. He ignored the surprised look Cornelius sent him.
"The Pamporovo ski resort, near the Rodope Mountains." Cedric answered, he'd enjoyed the holiday just as much as Harry. It had been their first family holiday with Harry. It was special to all of them. "The views were stunning."
"I haff been there myself, it is a beautiful place." Oblansk agreed, but before he had time to add any more the rest of the guests arrived in the Top Box, forcing the teenagers to say goodbye and take their seats at the front of the box. "They are vonderful children, Minister Fudge." He said pleasantly, having warmed up to Cornelius much more with the introduction of Cedric, Harry and Hermione. "They haff good tastes."
All three teenagers were watching in awe as the mascots performed their routines, both soon-to-be fourth years couldn't stop laughing as Cedric almost declared his undying love for the Veela, thankfully Harry was unaffected, they were the wrong gender for him. Harry and Cedric felt like Quidditch amateurs as the teams flew out onto the pitch. They realised then just how hard professional Quidditch players trained regardless of the natural talent they obviously all possessed.
Though while the Veela may have had very little effect on Harry, watching Viktor Krum straddle a broom in Quidditch leathers was wreaking havoc with his hormones. He was suddenly very glad he'd splurged on the Omnioculars and he said as much to Hermione.
"You're not wrong there, Harry." Hermione agreed as she adjusted her own pair for a closer look, feeling somewhat giddy that she had a friend she could talk about boys and books with. Neither of them saw the frown that stole over Cedric's features as she said this. It was gone a moment later.
"Why are we supporting Ireland again?" Harry asked only half joking.
The match itself was spectacular. Hermione was riveted. She normally only enjoyed watching Harry and Cedric play but even she couldn't help cheering just as loudly as everyone else every time Ireland scored.
They stood with the rest of the Top Box occupants as both teams walked in, the Irish team immediately snatching up the enormous silver trophy. Harry was so involved watching the Irish team claim their victory he didn't notice the dark eyes following his every move. Hermione however, did.
Harry jumped slightly when he felt an elbow poke him in the ribs. He raised an eyebrow in question then glanced in the direction Hermione had nodded. He almost jumped again when he realised Viktor Krum was looking in his direction. Harry just shot the older boy a friendly smile before turning his attention back to the main event, ignoring when Hermione elbowed him in the ribs again, this time harder and done out of annoyance.
Harry was surprised when Viktor approached him as they left the stadium to make there way to the tent Uncle Cornelius had arranged for them.
"Hello." Viktor said, his rough accented voice oddly appealing. "I couldn't help but vatch you in the Top Box. I am Viktor Krum." Viktor was only addressing Harry though Hermione waited near by in case her friend needed encouragement or an excuse to get away depending on what he wanted. Cedric, thankfully, hadn't noticed the approach of the Quidditch star and carried on walking, for some reason he seemed oddly keen to be away from the two younger teenagers.
"Harrison Diggory." He replied, holding out his hand for Viktor to shake.
"I vos vondering if you vould like a tour of the Bulgarian parts of the stadium."
Harry knew what Viktor was really asking and couldn't deny he was interested. Maybe it was the new confidence that came with his new look making him more daring but it didn't really matter, he still wanted to say yes to the offer. Viktor was gorgeous. He had short dark hair that Harry could almost imagine himself gripping as the older boy – no, man – entered him. Those dark eyes were smouldering as though he knew what Harry was thinking. His face was slightly weather beaten from spending so much time amongst the clouds but he had a rugged yet refined look about him.
Harry knew that really he should say no. He was only fourteen and definitely a virgin but he wanted this. Did it matter that he didn't love Viktor or that this would only be a one night stand? It shouldn't matter if that's what he chose. Harry was ready to have sex and while he'd prefer it if his first time was with someone he had feelings for, he wanted to have sex with Viktor all the same. He bit his lip and looked to Hermione.
She smiled at him encouragingly, she could tell what he wanted even if he was slightly put off by the whole taboo aspect. "You go if you want, Harry. I can keep Cedric company."
Harry smiled gratefully at his best friend. It was obvious she knew what Viktor had really meant as well and if she didn't think it was wrong of him, then why not?
"Then I'd love to." Harry finally answered, looking up at Viktor through his lashes and giving him a smile that somehow managed to be half coy, half sly.
Viktor almost groaned aloud at the image the younger boy made.
Harry suspected he was in shock as he half limped half jogged back to the tent a few hours later. He honestly couldn't believe he'd just done that. He didn't regret it, not in the least. It had been too fantastic to regret. Viktor, while not necessarily gentle, had been careful. Making sure he enjoyed himself and he was thoroughly prepared as to lessen the pain of his first time.
He was just worried about what kind of person this made him. Was he a slut because he didn't care that his first time wasn't special? He didn't know the answer to that question but he did bring up the issue with Hermione as soon as he got back to the tent.
"Oh Harry, no! That doesn't make you a slut or a bad person." She told him firmly as she hugged him. "Your first time can happen any way or any how, the only important thing is that you enjoyed it and you don't regret it, Harry."
"I really don't." Harry said with a grin as he remembered the feel of Viktor inside him. His bum might be screaming now but it had been singing earlier, his whole body had been.
"That's good. You've been through a lot Harry. I mean, how many times have you almost died?" She asked rhetorically, they both knew the answer was higher than it should be for someone who was only fourteen. "That's made you grow up faster. You are emotionally mature enough to make these decisions. Your parents think the same thing though I doubt they had this in mind when they said it."
Harry couldn't help but laugh at that, no his parents definitely wouldn't have expected this to happen.
"Some people don't consider sex to be important until it's with someone important. It's okay if you feel that way too, Harry."
"Thanks, Mione. I needed to hear that." He whispered as he pulled her into another hug. "Uncle Cornelius was right, you know. You are like a sister to me."
Hermione couldn't help the tears that sprung into her eyes at that as she hugged him all the tighter. "You're a brother to me too, Harry."
They'd only just been going to bed when the screaming started. It couldn't have been any later than midnight and the Irish celebrations hadn't even finished though they had quietened down a fair bit in respect for the children that needed to sleep. For a moment Harry had just they were just being loud again before he noticed the change in the atmosphere, there were no cheerful boisterous yells any more just loud screaming that spoke of real fear.
It had been terrifying to watch the Death Eaters play with the muggles and all three teenagers were sick with disgust that someone would enjoy treating another human being like that. The only thing they could be thankful for was the fact that the riot group where moving in the opposite direction to them, obviously not messing with the tents for the ministry and wealthy Quidditch fans. Harry looked around at the other tents around him, knowing that some of those Death Eaters had to be staying in them.
As they watched the riot taking place they just wished they could help but a full squadron of Aurors were having a hard time, not to mention any adults who had not fled to the forest, what could three teenagers do? The people trying to help were obviously reluctant to start stunning in case the muggles fell and ended up getting trampled. They turned when they head feet running towards them, ready to start stunning if it was Death Eaters. They breathed a sigh of relief that it was only Uncle Cornelius and two of his personal guards; Harry thought he'd spotted a few of the others helping the crowds.
The minister arranged a portkey to take them back to the Diggory home where Amos and Mary were sleeping soundly, completely clueless to the chaos that had taken over the Quidditch World Cup. Cedric, Harry and Hermione decided to follow their example, there really wasn't anything they could do about what had happened except dwell on it and that wouldn't be a good idea.
Harry groaned as he woke up on September first. He really hated that day. It was the first day he had to get up early after a long relaxing summer. It was gruelling.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice came through the door, which he'd just noticed was being knocked on. That's probably what woke him up. "Are you out of bed yet?"
"Yes, mum!" Harry shouted back sarcastically. He really wasn't much of a morning person.
"Harry?" Came Hermione's voice again. "It's Hermione, not your mum."
Harry sighed. Jokes really weren't funny when someone had to explain them. "Oops, sorry Hermione." He was too tired to point out that he was being sarcastic. Besides, his mum was in the house, it actually would have been an easy mistake to make in his half-asleep state.
Half an hour later, Harry joined everyone at the breakfast table and helped himself to some muggle Frosties.
"Where's dad?" He asked, noticing they were one person short.
"He's been called away, sweetie." Mary answered, not looking up from the paper. "Moody was 'attacked' again and he charmed a load of muggle dustbins to attack anyone that went past. Arthur Weasley was asked to go too because he works with muggle items."
"But why dad?" He wondered aloud. "He works for Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
"I don't know why Harry, all I know is what he's doing." Marry folded up the paper and waited for everyone else to finish their breakfast. "Is everyone ready to go?"
The station was cramped and crowed by the time they got there, which was strange as it was only half ten. But if you looked closer you could see the slightly narrowed eyes and forced smiles. Fear was still in the air after the riot at the Cup and everyone wanted to make sure their children got to school as soon as possible, still believing that Hogwarts was one of the safest places in the magical world. Somehow the last three years had not done much to convince people other wise, despite the fact that each and every incident made the paper. Harry was half amazed anyone still trusted Dumbledore after the slandering he received only a few months ago for sending an innocent man to prison.
Harry hugged his mother tightly, proving that even he wasn't completely immune to the worry over future Death Eater attacks, before boarding the train. The trip to Hogwarts actually passed rather quickly and with very little happening. Though there was the yearly fight between Malfoy and Weasley, this time it started because Draco had made fun of the dress robes Ron had been forced to bring. Even Harry had to laugh when he saw the frilly concoction. It looked like a dress and a rather hideous one at that.
Though the Welcoming Feast ending up with a few interesting surprises. One of which being the coming Tri-Wizard Tournament. Harry knew from the look on his brother's face that Cedric would be entering and that thought filled him with so much dread he almost started considering ways to get his brother disqualified. But he couldn't do that to Cedric, if he really wanted to risk his neck, the only thing Harry could do was to make sure he came out the other end with his life and all his limbs. Harry almost groaned, he was going to end up with an ulcer over this, he just knew it.
The arrival of Moody had been rather curious as well. Harry had never actually gotten to meet the ex-Auror before now but his dad knew him quite well from before his retirement. Though how they'd actually met when they were in completely different departments was beyond Harry.
The first Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff DADA lesson came around soon enough and the students found themselves feeling a strange mix of dread and excitement as they made their way to Moody's classroom. The older years had all been annoyingly tight lipped about the lessons, even Cedric and the twins. Though they had told Harry to brace himself which didn't actually make him feel any better about the lesson. Apparently, if the fourth year lessons were anything like the sixth year lessons then Harry was going to need a strong stomach.
"Today," Moody growled out once the students had quietened down. "We are going to be looking at the Unforgiveable curses." Harry's, as well as half the class's, eyes went wide. The Unforgiveables! He was showing the Unforgiveables to children. There wasn't a single person in the room that had hit fifteen yet, Hermione was the oldest in this class and her birthday was until the thirteenth. "Can anyone tell me what I mean when I say 'the Unforgiveable curses'?"
Harry's hand was immediately in the air, Moody nodded at him to give his answer. "The Unforgiveables are three curses that were deemed so horrible that using one can land you a one-way ticket to Azkaban."
"Correct." Moody grunted out, giving Harry another nod. "Can anybody tell me which three curses make up the Unforgiveables?"
Hermione was chosen to answer this time. "There is Imperius Curse that causes us to loose our freewill and do whatever the caster tells us. T-There's the Cruciatus Curse which causes its victim to feel unspeakable pain and… and the Killing Curse which causes instant death." The tremble in her voice that had been almost unnoticeable when she'd first started talking had become more pronounced with every curse she mentioned. Harry gripped her hand under the table. They weren't nice curses to talk about.
"Correct." This man didn't really have a very large vocabulary, did he? He opened one of the draws on his desk and pulled out a jar of spiders. "Now, I'm going to demonstrate those curses."
"You can't be serious!" Harry couldn't help but exclaim, the same amount of shock voiced by many others as well.
"I'm deadly serious, boy! You need to know this stuff! Constant Vigilance!" He absolutely roared the last part causing several students to nearly jump out of their skin. Harry frowned as a rather horrible thought struck him.
"Will all classes be shown the Unforgiveables?" He asked as a cold knot of dread formed in the pit of his stomach.
"Aye lad." Moody nodded. "All classes fourth year and above."
Harry's eyes narrowed in fury, no way was he letting this happen. Not to sound like Malfoy, but his parent's were going to throw a fit when they found out about this.
"Did you get permission from the ministry to not just show a group of fourteen year-olds but to actually perform the curses in the first place?" Harry asked in the coldest tone Hermione had ever heard him use.
Moody gazed back at him completely unfazed. Harry wasn't really surprised, Dumbledore had asked him to be here so he was going to have a lot of slack cut. "No, actually." He grunted at the boy. "Now be quiet, Potter."
"My name is Diggory." Harry replied automatically. "Did you at least get permission from the headmaster to show us what are considered the darkest curses in existence?" He rose from his seat and placed his palms flat on the table. It wasn't meant as intimidation, he knew that a battle scarred Auror wouldn't feel even the slightest bit threaten by the delicate fourth year. Harry was just that angry.
"No, I didn't." The professor grit out. "Sit down, Diggory, and let me get on with the lesson."
Harry ignored him again and asked. "Were permission forms sent to our parents? I imagine a fair few parents wouldn't want their young children seeing these curses."
Moody was damn near frothing at the mouth now. "No, they weren't! Now sit down and shut up boy, before you end up in detention for the rest of the term."
"I'm going to assume that, as our parents weren't asked, it was decided that students could make their own decisions. If we don't want to see the Unforgiveable Curses performed on living creatures, are we allowed to leave?" He asked in the most respectful and polite tone he was capable of at that moment.
"No, boy, you are not!" Moody barked out like a drill sergeant, his composure completely gone.
"Tough!" Harry shouted back as he grabbed his bag and stormed out the room, heading directly to the office of his head of house.
"I'm sorry, sirs." Harry told Professors Flitwick and Dumbledore a little while later as they sat in the office of the charms teacher. "But he can't be allowed to show those curses to students. He has to be stopped."
"Mr Potter-" Dumbledore began only to be cut off.
"Diggory" Harry said tonelessly, was the headmaster ever going to get my name right. "You know, I worry about the standards of this school if the headmaster forgets the current name of a student but clings to that student's old name like a lifeline." Harry didn't think he'd ever been so disrespectful in his life, at least not while he was of sound mind, but his temper really was at breaking point. This was just unacceptable.
"Mr Diggory," The headmaster corrected with a sigh, realising he wasn't going to win that battle. "A student cannot demand that a teacher not teach them something."
Harry hissed like an angry cat, his eyes narrowing. "Do you realise who is in the other fourth year class, Professor Dumbledore?"
"No, Harry." Dumbledore answered, obviously trying a different approach to the Battle of the Name. "Why don't you tell me?"
"Excuse me, Professor, but I don't think we are on friendly enough terms for you to be using my given name, especially without my permission." Harry's tone was as cold as ice, a complete contrast to the fire that was currently burning in his emerald eyes. He carried on before either faculty member had chance to say anything. "My cousin Neville Longbottom is in that class. The same Neville Longbottom who never has and never will know his parents because of one of those curses and you expect him to sit through a lesson that demonstrates them. Do you care about your students at all?" Harry couldn't help but sneer. He'd never been angrier in his life and it was all because of Dumbledore and his fucking negligence. "If my cousin is forced to witness that and then had so much as a moment of sadness over it, I will ruin you."
Dumbledore shot him a stern look. "My boy, I would advise against making threats-"
"I'm not your anything, Headmaster." Harry interrupted again in that same cold and cutting tone. "And I highly doubt the ministry would be happy to hear about your lack of concern over the emotional welfare of the children in you care."
As if on cue, Hermione burst into the office with tears streaming down her face. "Professor Flitwick!" She cried, then paused for a second at seeing Harry there before throwing herself into his arms. "Oh Harry, thank God you're here. It was horrible! I just had to leave. It was so cruel and… and…"
Harry hugged the girl to him throwing Dumbledore a glare over her shoulder. "Make him stop, Professor." He said one last time before guiding Hermione out of the office and towards the common room. "Or I'll have my parents pull us from this school. I think the Daily Prophet might be curious to know why the Boy-Who-Lived distrusted his headmaster enough to leave school so close to the beginning of a new year."
The next morning Harry received a note at breakfast telling him that the Unforgiveables would no longer be mentioned in lessons where there were any students who were not of age. Harry felt a rather large amount of vindictive satisfaction about this. It was about time Dumbledore started showing some care towards the children entrusted to him.
Though it was safe to say Moody was less than happy about the new development and he made his displeasure quite clear during Harry's next lesson with him.
"It wasn't like this in my day." He growled. Harry rolled his eyes at the cliché. "Back then, boys were tough and any weakness was knocked out of them as soon as it was shown." Moody continued with a pointed look at Harry.
"Excuse me, Professor Moody." Harry said, refusing to take this off the obviously unstable man. "I have family that will spend the rest of their lives in hospital. If I am weak because I don't want to see a demonstration of the curse that put them there then I feel sorry for the people you consider strong."
"Not to mention." Hermione added, enraged at Moody's attitude, especially when directed at her best friend. "That you wanted to show the curse that ended the life of Harry's biological parents as well."
They could see the litany of words building up on Moody's tongue but he knew, as well they did, that almost anything he said at this point was going to be remembered and held against him. He wisely chose not to answer and continued with the lesson.