Adrian Lestrange the son of the crazy witch as everyone called her. He didn't have a great upbringing because of his uncle and was thrust into the Wizarding War too early.
Ginny Weasley the youngest of the Weasley clan was hot-headed and was one of...
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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," Ginny said 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 Ginny 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. Ginny went very pink and muttered something about not meaning that she wanted to leave.
Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperius Curse upon them. Adrien watched as, one by one, his classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. Micheal Conner hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Romilda Vane imitated a squirrel. Colin 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.
"Lestrange," Moody growled, "you next."
Adrien moved forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Adrien, and said, "Imperio!"
Adrien felt a familiar floating sensation as every thought and worry in his head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. He had been subjected to these curses since he started going to Hogwarts, so wasn't even in the slightest worry that he wouldn't be able to overcome the effects.
And then he heard Mad-Eye Moody's voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his empty brain: Jump onto the desk . . . jump onto the desk. . . . Not feeling like jumping on the desk Jump onto the desk. . . . Why don't you jump Jump! NOW! NO!
And suddenly the feeling went away and Adrien stood in the same place as before.
"Now, that's more like it!" growled Moody's voice, and suddenly, Adrien felt the empty, echoing feeling in his head disappear.
"Look at that, you lot . . . Lestrange fought! He fought it, and he beat it! We'll try that again, Lestrange, and the rest of you, pay attention — watch his eyes, that's where you see it — very good, Lestrange, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!"
"The way he talks," Adrien muttered as he hobbled out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class an hour later (Moody had insisted on putting Adrien through his paces four times in a row), "you'd think we were all going to be attacked any second, we probably have a few years before we are actually going to be attacked."
