Cassiopeia Hope Black is the daughter of the crazed mass murderer, Sirius Black.
Follow Cassie through her teenage years where she battles love, drama, and Voldemort.
Get ready for some twists.
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Chapter 32: The Other Schools
To their surprise, Professor Moody had announced that he would be putting the Imperius Curse on each of them in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether they could resist its effects.
"But — but you said it's illegal, Professor," said Hermione uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room. "You said — to use it against another human was —"
"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. "If you'd rather learn the hard way — when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely — fine by me. You're excused. Off you go."
He pointed one gnarled finger toward the door. Hermione went very pink and muttered something about not meaning that she wanted to leave. Harry and Cassie grinned at each other. They knew Hermione would rather eat bubotuber pus than miss such an important lesson.
Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperius Curse upon them. Cassie watched as, one by one, her classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. Dean Thomas hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel. Neville performed a series of quite astonishing gymnastics he would certainly not have been capable of in his normal state. Not one of them seemed to be able to fight off the curse, and each of them recovered only when Moody had removed it.
"Potter," Moody growled, "you next."
Cassie watched as Harry moved forward into the middle of the classroom. Moody placed the curse on him, and with a struggle, Harry was able to fight it. In the end, he slightly gave in to the curse by jumping up and down.
"Good, Potter," growled Moody. "Black."
Cassie confidently forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks.
Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Cassie, and said, "Imperio!"
It was the most wonderful feeling. Cassie felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in her head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. She stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of everyone watching her.
And then she heard Mad-Eye Moody's voice, echoing in some distant chamber of her empty brain: Jump onto the desk . . . jump onto the desk. . . .
Why, though? Another voice had awoken in the back of her brain.
Stupid thing to do, really, said the voice. Jump onto the desk. . . .
No, I don't think I will, thanks, said the other voice, a little more firmly . . . no, I don't really want to. . . .
