Close Or Far From The Law

Chapter 40 : 39. Will to do well

Harry felt very nervous indeed as he watched his classmates pass under their teacher's wand. Would he notice her mental defenses? Would he see that his magic wasn't as gray as it should be? Would he succeed in making him obey? And if Thomas got wind of all this, what would happen? He clenched his fists, a little irritated with himself. He had been so fragile these last two weeks, a little too easily shaken and shocked for his liking. In fact, he had relied a lot on the adults who had to take care of him and somewhere, that bothered him. He was independent. Or at least supposed to be… He didn't need Thomas' protection against an Imperium, he could handle it alone. The black mage often told him that one of the most important things to be a fighter was will.

And even if he had let himself go, Harry had it in spades.

He wasn't sure of himself but he planned to fight as he had always done in the face of adversity. So there was no way the professor would win and make him dance around the classroom like Malfoy. Although the blond had clearly fought and managed to push the spell away after several long seconds of moving around the room. The blond wanted to kill the professor so much, it was clear and Harry really waited for the professor to draw his wand. There was a silence then the Slytherin returned to the ranks after a defiant look at Harry.

One more reason for him to do better. Harry would not disappoint Thomas.

More students passed by, Harry cleared his mind as he watched them suffer. The teacher avoided really humiliating things, but he probably tended to do so to help his classmates try to push him away. He was certain that imitating a monkey was considered sufficiently horrible that one would want to reject the thought.

-Potter!

Harry took a deep breath and moved forward. The panic had been erased by the preparation. He stood straight in front of his teacher, his eyes clear. Moody smirked, his bright blue eye rolling faster in its socket. Harry stiffened a little as the man turned his wand towards him and incanted. Immediately, the magic began to work and Harry was amazed at the state into which he plunged. He really hadn't expected this feeling of peace, of this weight that seemed to be lifted from his shoulders and he understood all the better why a person could so easily end up controlling. By losing the choice, some must have felt free from many of life's difficulties. No need to wonder what to do with their future, we would choose for them.

“Jump on the table. »

The order was so clear, as if Harry hadn't cleared his mind himself but someone had actually done it for him. It echoed throughout his mind and Harry felt his knees buckle before something intervened. His own voice.

“And why would I do that? »

Was that true? To do what ? What good could it possibly do for him to get on the table? This would bring no satisfaction to him, but on the other hand, to whoever was trying to control him. Like Dumbledore… It wasn't Harry who liked putting himself in danger but the old man. And this idea made him angry! He didn't want to please anyone! He fell on his butt while he was still resisting and massaged his tailbone, well aware of the pain of a blow as the teacher released his spell, telling the whole class that he was resisting. Harry still had to hurt him, really. He slowly stood up as the adult turned towards him.

-Let's start again! Resist, Potter!

The feeling returned before he had fully sat up. His anger increased, inhibiting the professor's voice before it even reached him. How dare he impose his will on her like that? Harry felt some of his magic slipping from him, something shattering in the room as the man insisted, Harry bending his knees again.

" JUMPED UP ! »

-Screw you !

Harry felt the beginnings of a headache forming as the teacher was forcefully pushed back against the wall. His comrades gasped in surprise. Harry felt his magic swirling, the windows cracked. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails threatening to tear his palms open. Moody burst out laughing as he stood up.