Not as cold

chapter four

"Alastor Moody. Ex Auror... Ministry malcontent... And your new defense against the dark arts teacher." He said, writing his name on the chalkboard and throwing the chalk away turning to the class. "I am here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story. Goodbye, the end."

"When it comes to the dark arts, I prefer a practical resort. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" He asked. But, why... There unforgivable for reasons. We shouldn't learn about them... Right?... "Three sit," Hermione answered. "And they are so named?" He continued. "Because they are unforgivable. The use of them will-" she got cut off, "will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban, correct."

He then started talking about how he thinks we should be taught this already, going against the ministry. "So, which curse shall we see first." He said. Then looked at Ron. "Well, my dad did tell me about one..." "Yes, go on" "the imperius curse" he said. "Ah yes your father would know all about that one, caused the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago."

He walked back over to the front of the class, and took out a tailles whip scorpion, and making it bigger with engorgio. "Imperio," he said, moving the big with his wand without touching it. Controling it. He played with it, putting it on students heads, desk. He saw Draco laughing and made it jump over onto his face.

He freaked out, and I couldnt help but laugh. "Talented isn't she. What should I have her do next? Jump out the window?" He said, the laughter dead now. He took the big off Draco and speeding over to the window but hitting a glass panel. "Drown herself" he has her over a water bucket, moving it back onto his hand. "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did the bidding of you know who, under the imperius curse."

Calling on Longbottom, "there's the-the um, the cruciatus curse..." He said. "Correct, correct. Come, come. The torture curse." Moody said, as he and neville walked to the desk up front. From my seat I couldn't see what happened. But it must have been bad enough since Hermione yelled out for him to stop.

"Right... Well then... The last curse... Hermione?" She shook her head. "No?... Avada kedavra!" He said, instantly killing the bug. "The killing curse. Only one person has known to survive it... And he's here in this room." He said, walking to Harry.

Walking down the staircase, right behind the three. Not meaning to eaves drop. "There's a reason those curses are unforgivable. To perform them in a classroom... I mean, did you see the look on Neville's face?" Hermione said, right when they were near him. He looked terrible. Looking out the stained glass window.

Just then moody came down, and called him up for tea. As we continued down the staircase. Students were running inside from the rain, as now the time to put your name in the goblet of fire. I sighed, sitting down on the bench next to it, watching the students of 17 and some older, out in their names.

"Aw, is poor faker sad she can't put her name in?" I heard Draco annoying voice. "No, I'm not, this whole this bloody ridiculous. And don't be talking when you literally complained like the spoiled brat you are earlier." I spat back, not taking my eyes off my sketchbook.

I could only assume he had rolled his eyes or just left all together. Even the twins tried a spell to make them older. But that backfired for them. Obviously, Dumbledores smarter than that to let some poor potion to let them through.

Everyone was now back in the dining hall. Ready for the three names to be picked. Everyone sat down as Dumbledore spoke. The goblet of fire turning red, a burnt piece of paper appearing. Dumbledore catching it. "The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum." He said, Krum walking up and over to the side lines.

The next being called, "The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour." He said, Fleur walking up and following to the side lines with Krum. Last name. "Cedric Diggory!" He said as well, the pattern following. Dumbledore then started speaking but the goblet had other plans.

Once again, it turned red, but acted more... Violent. As one last ... Burnt piece of paper flew out. "Harry Potter?..." He said. "Harry Potter." Once more. The room dead silent. "Harry Potter!" Dumbledore yelled. Harry finally walking out and forward to the sidelines with he other three as people yelled out, "chest!" "He's not even 17!". I know he didn't put his name in.

He's not like that, he's not like Draco. Seeking all the glory... No way Harry, the Harry Potter... The boy who lived, would pull such a scheme...