Written In The Stars IV -[Harry Potter xF!Oc]

Chapter Thirteen: Welcome Committee.

"...And I told him to stay where he is," Harry'd sent a letter to Sirius telling him he hadn't felt anything, and that it was all a bad dream, that there was nothing to worry about.

"That was a lie, Harry," said Hermione. "You didn't imagine your scar hurting and you know it." 

"So what?" said Harry. "He's not going back to Azkaban because of me."

"Drop it," said Ron, looking a Hermione with a knowing glare. There was no use and they all knew it, Harry was too stubborn and he wasn't going to change his mind.

"I'm surprised Hedwig allowed him to use her so soon after his complete lack of manners," Mel commented without looking at him. "He apologized to her, I'm sure?"

"I did," Harry gave her a look, "you can stop ignoring me now."

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"But — but you said it's illegal, Professor," said Hermione. "You said — to use it against another human was —"

"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like. 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." Moody interrupted her.

They were going to practice fighting against the Imperius curse, which was terrifying, Mel wanted nothing to do with it. She watched as her classmates did all kinds of strange things while being under its influence.

"Potter," Moody growled. "You're next."

"This'll be fun," Mel smirked. "Maybe I'll forgive you after this..."

Harry glared at her but didn't reply, he stepped forward and Moody exclaimed 'Imperio!'

His expression relaxed inmediately, much like everyone else's, he looked vaguely happy. She recognized the face as the one he usually had during the summers, while watching a movie in her living room, or wasting their afternoon in her garden. She smiled, feeling the fuziness that came with knowing he was at ease. Then a little frown appeared and Harry tilted his head, he'd bent his knees but he wasn't moving, Moody seemed focused. 

"No way," Mel whispered to Ron excitedly. "I think he's fighting it!"

Harry jolted forward and crashed head-first against the desk. Mel gasped and tried to approach him, but Moody stepped forward looking very pleased.

"Now, that's more like it! 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!" 

Harry stood up with difficulty, rubbing his knees and breathing heavily. 

"Is he okay?" Mel was holding Ron's arm tightly. 

"Mel, you're cutting off my circulation," He pushed her away gently.

Moody used the curse on Harry four times until he decided he'd done enough and Harry was capable of rejecting the curse completely. Then he turned to Mel with an unnerving smile, and she gulped.

"Miss Dumbledore, step forward..."

She gave Ron and Hermione a panicky look, but they didn't try to save her. She did as told, prepared for whatever was coming her way.

"Imperio!"

The first sensation Mel could recognize was bliss. She wasn't expecting the curse to be so... relieving. This wasn't at all how a prison was supposed to feel...