Summers at The Burrow - Fred Weasley

Chapter Sixty - Trauma Dump

i was not asleep but i was not reacting either. Pomfrey brought me what she said was a calming potion but i refused to take it. i looked at it and then looked down at my hands again. my knuckles were white as i clutched my wand tightly in my hand. i want to speak to the judges because this was an impossible thing to score. The tournament was rigged and we were transported to a graveyard where Voldemort attacked us and the worst thing was i don't even understand why i am even alive.

"you need to respond, Chloe." Pomfrey insisted and i jerked my head in her direction.

"i want to speak with the judges." i said in such a low whisper that i could see her shrink back in fear.

"they are on their way." she whispered and i let out a breath as i released my wand to see it had left its design imprinted in my palm.

"what did they do with Cedric?" i asked in a strained voice as if it would crack at any moment.

"He's here for now but he's not alive. i think you should not go to the funeral. it will hurt you too much." she replied.

"you cannot tell me what i should and should not do." i snapped.

"yes i can." she replied with a sigh as she attempted to hand me the potion again but i held my wand up at her as if i had just pulled a knife out at her.

"put your wand down." she said fearfully.

"Leave." i said and she left quickly without even drawing the curtains to give me privacy.

i was still dressed in the champions clothes but it was growing light outside. maybe i had fallen out of consciousness at some point. a few minutes later i heard the doors open and many footsteps followed. i tore my sheets off and gripped my wand tightly as i jumped out of bed and hurried out of my little area to find a small crowd of people that included Dumbledore and Snape.

"Wonderful performance, Chloe!" Ludo Bagman said giving me a side hug which i dodged and fired a knock back jinx at him only for someone to disarm me and make my wand fly out of my hand. it was Snape who fired the spell at me and caught my wand so i wasn't worried about getting it back. usually he let me get my anger out on people both of us hate. thankfully there were a lot of people i disliked in this room at the moment.

they got Harry too and walked us to Snape's office in the dungeon where Professor Moody was sat in a chair tied up with an assortment of ropes, chains and magic. i smiled when i saw this and the professor looked confused. i was glad he was getting this after all the times he forced me to endure the Cruciatus and imperious curse. i may be able to fight them but it takes all my energy out of me and i I despise him for doing that to me.

Snape pushed me into a chair and held me down which confused me but i allowed it because if Snape of all people was doing this it had to be for a good reason. i trust Snape the most and he was second only to Dumbledore.

As i sat there staring at Moody his face began to distort and i knew i was about to learn something foul. i looked away but Snape grabbed the top of my head and turned it back to face the distorting man hissing at me to watch.

i stared unblinkingly as Moody's face turned into someone that i did not expect at all. Barty Crouch Jr. appeared and froze with fury.

there was a moment of clarity in my mind before i decided to say something. "why didn't you just kill me?" i asked.

"Chloe-" he started but that is when i snapped.

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY MY NAME! TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO EVEN KNOW WHO I AM FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME. you scared me every time you used the unforgivable curses on me to be an example for your class and if i had known it was you i would have struck you dead." i lowered my voice to a terrifying tone. i was straining to get out of Snape's grip as he held me down and i was able to get to the edge of my seat.