The Gryffindor fourth-years eagerly stepped into Moody's classroom, the anticipation of a joint class with Slytherins adding an extra layer of tension. Moody, with his grizzled demeanor, wasted no time and commanded the students to put away their textbooks, hinting at the extraordinary nature of the upcoming lesson.
Dumbledore's special permission allowed Moody to delve into illegal curses. In the center of the room, a jar containing three spiders became the ominous center of attention. Moody's gravelly voice echoed, emphasizing the importance of understanding the dark side of magic.
Moody's magical eye fixed on the students as he asked if anyone knew about the curses about to be revealed. Ron and Hermione raised their hands, leaving Haley in shock. Moody's revelation about Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, momentarily lifted the tension, a rare smile twisting Moody's scarred face, offering an unexpected moment of camaraderie.
The focus shifted to the Imperius Curse. Moody showcased its effects on a spider, guiding it around the room with his wand. Trying to allay the unease, he reassured the class, "Don't worry. Completely harmless. But if she bites, she is lethal." Draco, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Moody's response was swift as he directed the Imperius Curse at Draco, placing a spider on his face. Draco's screams and the ensuing spectacle brought an ironic touch of humor to the dark lesson.
"Talented, isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?" Moody mused, holding the spider over a bucket of water.
"Scores of witches and wizards claimed they did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius Curse," Moody explained, reinforcing the severity of the dark magic.
Moody then shifted to the Cruciatus Curse, with Navillera Longbottom bravely volunteering the next curse. As Moody uttered the incantation, the second spider convulsed in agony, sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers. Even the typically reserved Navillera couldn't bear to witness the suffering inflicted upon the hapless arachnid.
Hermione suddenly shouts, "Stop it. Can't you see it's bothering her, stop it!".
Navillera's hands were tightly clenched upon the desk in front of her, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. Her eyes were wide with horror, and her whole demeanor exuded a sense of distress. Haley couldn't fathom what Navillera had experienced, but she could sense the intense fear radiating from her classmate.
It reminded Haley of her own haunting memories, a time when she was locked up in a dark cupboard for what seemed like endless weeks. The details of why she was confined there remained elusive, lost in a haze of forgotten fragments, but the emotional pain she felt crying out for her parents still lingered in her heart.
As Haley observed Navillera's reaction to Moody's demonstration, empathy washed over her. She understood the terror that could grip a person, leaving them paralyzed by their past traumas. It was a pain that transcended words, a shared understanding of the anguish they had both endured.
Haley couldn't help but wonder if Navillera's fears were linked to a similar darkness, hidden in her own past, as they both carried the burden of experiences that left them scarred and vulnerable. Despite their different stories, they shared a common thread of pain, a bond forged by the lingering shadows of their pasts.
She knew that her experiences and those of Navillera were different, but they both carried scars that ran deep. Haley longed to offer her support to Navillera, to let her know that she wasn't alone, that there were others who understood the pain she was going through. However, she also understood that sometimes, people needed space and time to process their emotions.
YOU ARE READING
Haley Potter and The Goblet Of Fire
FanfictionHaley Potter returns to Hogwarts for her fourth year, where the Triwizard Tournament is soon due to begin. Students must be over seventeen to enter, with the winner receiving eternal glory. Haley can't enter it this year, or can she. When her name i...