Unnatural Love

Chapter 9

"Dirty Talk"

Your POV

I stood up slowly, walking over to the center of the room while Malfoy mopped to the front. Yes,  do admit I was still awfully confused, but I wasn't going to let that get in my way. The crisp air relaxed me a bit, breathing out longingly while puffing my chest forward.

I began to feel more and more confident as I walked up. If I beat Ron, and all those other shabby Gryffindor's and Ravenclaw's, why wouldn't I be able to beat Harry? If I could just bring back my memories of Lupin and I in the woods this summer, then this fight could be more equal then I inquired.

We met up in the middle, taking the same long strides back to stance, as we did to bow. Lupin counted, extenuating the numbers, "Three... Two... One."

"Bombarda!" Harry casted with no time to waste, his face contorted dramatically along with the movement of his wand. Little explosions spark around my feet, my eyes beginning to water from the suffocating smoke. I wrap my forearm above my eyes as a shield, moving back from the heat, only to have it follow me. Think, think.  I wasn't going to lose that quickly. An easy choice had to be made, find a spell to help me, or choke on flames.

I look around, seeing some students cheering, while others seemed scared. I could make out a smile on Harry's face, and a concerned one on Remus's. It was as if the smoke cleared, and it was only he and I in the room. Our eyes meeting and everyone else slowly disappeared. With a quick spin, my outfit, location, and posture changed.

"Remember to always be aware, there isn't enough time to panic and think! So just focus on thinking." He said wisely, as he tied a black cloth around my head, reducing my sight from the outside set up. The blindfold was pulled tight, complete blackness occupied my view as the man beside me took a step back.

"Alright, listen. A fire has been started to the far left of you. Pretend it's in your room, or home, or Hogwarts, or even a local building. Now Y/n, what are you going to do?"

I pulled my wand out slowly, forgetting the speech he had just given me and starting to panic. I started to imagine the heat of the fire getting close to me, though I know it was just my nerves causing scenarios. The spell he had taught me, slipped from my mind, leaving me to feel utterly useless.

The smell of the flames intoxicated my lungs and my wand seemed to start a shaky rhythm. "Harry is in that fire, along with your mother, Tonks, your father and I. We need you, and we all know that you're powerful enough to do it. Use that anger, sadness, happiness, power."

"Aqua Eructo!" I quickly remembered, water flew out of the tip of my wand, making me stumble back a bit. The air began to clear, and the ground beneath my feet started to cool off.

Though the magic washed, my vision didn't. My tear glands irritated, and throat clogged. I could feel Harry's smile drop and his position change. I knew I was in for failure, I had become weak and I let my guard down, but if I was going down, might as well be with a fight.

"Expelliarmus!" I nearly mutter, the spell just as weak as I am, maybe even more so. It barely even touched the boy, but he still fell onto his pathetic ass dropping his wand. I wipe my eyes with the knuckles of my thumbs, while stomping up to a laughing Harry, on the ground. "Congratulatio-"

"Harry James Potter, you coward! Why did you let me win?" I shout in his face, cutting him off with the anger piercing through my veins. His smile quickly fades, and he stand frantically from the floor. Our expression were mere replicas of one another, as well as our tones. "Oh, so now you're the one calling people by their full names!"