Something to Fight For

Thirty Seven

Year 4

Goblet of Fire

Everything was happening like a normal day. Today, I start my classes again. Only, I can't be in Hogwarts uniform as I still don't properly go here. I got changed into battle attire and ate breakfast as usual. I have DADA class with Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Draco. Of course, the teacher had to be Moody. We all piled inside and I sat down next to Hermione.

"Alastor Moody." Moody introduces. "Ex-Auror... Ministry malcontent and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" Nobody dares to move so he continues. "When it comes to the Dark Arts... I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" I knew Moody was crazy, but why is he talking about the Unforgivable Curses?

"Three sir." Hermione shakily answers.

"And they are so named?" Moody asks as he writes on the chalkboard.

"Because they are unforgivable." She replies. She sounds like she's on the verge of bursting into tears. "The use of any one of them will--"

"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct. Now, the Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different!" He shouts. " You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared. You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!" Everyone turns around and sure enough, he's sticking his gum under his desk.

"Now way. The old codger can see out the back of his head." Seamus whispers. Moody suddenly turns around and throws his chalk at him.

"And hear across classrooms!" He angrily shouts. He takes a step down and looks around. "So which curse shall we see first?"

What?! He's not seriously going to do this. I know he's mad but this is beyond him.

"Weasley!" Moody shouts and Ron turns back around with a frightened look on his face.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Stand." Moody orders and Ron does as told. "Give us a curse."

"Well.. my dad did tell me about one." Ron mumbles.

"Hm?" Moody urges.

"The Imperius Curse." Ron says.

"Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why." Moody says in a low tone.

That was classified information idiot.

He walks over to jars filled with bugs and insects and picks up an odd looking spider.

"Engorgio." Moody says as his wand points to the spider. It grows larger in his hand. "Imperio." With the directions of his wand, the spider flew onto several desks then onto Crabbe's head. It then landed on somebody else and then floated over Ron's head. Why is Moody doing this? I barely notice, but it lands on Draco's face and Harry starts to clap. "Talented, isn't she? What should I have her do next? Jump out the window?" He throws the spider to the window then hovers it over a cauldron of water. Everyone stops laughing and he becomes serious. "Drown herself?" He put the spider back onto his hand and I'm about to snap.

He's showing Unforgivable Curses! What's wrong with him today?

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius Curse." Moody weirdly explains.