The Other Potter. Book Four.

Welcome to Hogwarts. I don't like you.

I tried to remain normal over the next few weeks, and it was hard, so I gave up and became an average Willow again.

I began to squawk throughout Defence Against the Dark Arts because we weren’t learning anything and Professor Moody had glared at me and then decided to put the Imperius Curse on each of us in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether we could resist its effects. 

Well, sure...If you want me to stop squawking. You could have just asked...I wouldn’t have stopped anyway...

CHEESE!

“But - but you said it’s illegal, Professor,” said Hermione 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 swivelling onto Hermione 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. Hermione 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. I watched as, one by one, my classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. Dean Thomas hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel. Neville 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. 

“Potter,” Moody growled, “you next.”  Harry moved forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said, “Imperio!”

Moody gave him this creepy look. It made me laugh.

“Jump on the desk!” Moody Grumbled.

Harry bent his knees obediently, preparing to spring.  

Then, I had fallen over laughing. Harry had both jumped and tried to prevent himself from jumping - the result was that he’d smashed headlong into the desk knocking it over.

“Now, that’s more like it!” growled Moody’s voice. “Look at that, you lot… Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We’ll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention - watch his eyes, that’s where you see it - very good, Potter, very good indeed! They’ll have trouble controlling you!” 

The whole class went quiet...And I chose that silent moment to howl with laughter.

“Right,” Moody snapped in a low voice that was grumbly and made me laugh more. “Think it’s funny? Eh? You try it.”

How do you even snap in a low and grumbly voice?

“Ask moody.” Lucy suggested.

I stood up, attempting to keep a straight face. (But failing)

“I accept!”

“Imperio.” He said with his wand pointed at me.

It was like bliss. I felt happy and didn’t have a care in the world.

“Do a backflip.” Said Moody’s voice distantly in my mind. It didn’t seem like a bad Idea, I wouldn’t injure myself because I’m happy and blissful...

But I’m always like that.

Bubbly and Joyous.

STUFF THIS CRAP! I’M A FREAKING TREE! I DON’T NEED TO DO THIS! BUGGER IT DIE CURSE DIE!