The shock of finding myself school champion had worn off slightly now, and the excitement of what was facing me had started to sink in.
As the first task was drawing steadily nearer my lessons with Moody were ramping up as well.
"You've got to feel it boy, really feel it!" He told me after another lesson of aimlessly waving my wand around.
"I'm trying!" I told him angrily, getting annoyed that this wasn't working.
"Clearly you aren't trying hard enough boy. You've got to really want to hurt me." Moody told me.
"Yeah well I've got no reason to hate you." I shout back at him.
"Well maybe that's the problem." He told me pointing his wand at me. "Crucio."
I felt a searing pain shoot across my body as I collapsed to the floor writhing with pain. It felt as though every nerve in my body was on fire.
Finally I felt the pain alleviated as Moody raised his wand. I pushed myself into a sitting position, my body still crying out in pain.
"What the hell was that for!" I shouted at Moody.
He just smiled at me, almost sadistically, before pointing his wand at me again saying, "Crucio."
Once more the pain flooded each and every one of nerves as I collapsed onto the floor again. It felt even longer this time before the pin subsided, and I was only barely able to push myself off the ground once more.
"Well boy? Do you hate me yet?" Moody barked at me. I could feel my anger rising, I could feel the hatred building up inside of me.
"Nothing yet? Well we'd better continue then. Crucio."
I collapsed once more screaming in agony, I felt like I was able to pass out, I couldn't think straight, I was getting angrier and angrier, my hatred for Moody building more and more.
Finally the pain stopped, and I pushed myself into a sitting position.
"Still kicking boy? You're more resilient than I expected, but it doesn't seem you're making any progress-"
I snatched my wand up from the ground, clenching it in my fist so tightly that my knuckles were turning white.
"Cruccccio!" I hissed pointing my wand at Moody, channeling all of my hatred and anger into my wand.
I felt a cold excitement as there was a flash of red light. I watched as Moody's wand fell from his hand, and he collapsed to the floor writhing with pain.
The strangest thing was the laughter, coming from somewhere around me a cold sadistic laughter filling the room.
I looked around trying to find the source of it before I caught a glimpse of myself in a nearby mirror, my eyes were gleaming a deep scarlet, my mouth agape. It was in that moment I realized I was the one who was laughing.
Finally, taking a great deal of effort I raised my wand releasing Moody from his torment.
"That's it boy!" He panted pushing himself of the ground and slumping down into a chair. "Now you're getting it! How did it feel?"
"Amazing." I told him, still smiling, my eyes still a brilliant scarlet.
"That was a powerful curse Weasley, I've never seen such power like that since the Dark Lord." He told me still sounded pained. "I barely stayed conscious. I think we'll leave it here for tonight."
I nodded before leaving Moody alone in his office heading back to the dungeons.
Felt good didn't it?
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Goblet of Fire
Fanfiction(Y/n) Weasley, starting to feel disconnected from his family, is staring his fourth year at Hogwarts, and with that brings new adventures, new threats, and new feelings.
