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***Out of Control***

|A (GAY) Harry Potter Fanfiction| ***This is my first fanfiction, so please be kind. I appreciate constructive criticism and advice.*** A few changes can influence your whole life. Harry don’t know how bad his life could have been, had he not received that letter from Gringotts. After Harry’s third year at Hogwarts, he gets a letter from Gringotts, asking him to come and meet his account manager. Harry leaves Privet Drive, with his aunt and cousin, intending to never return. Harry learns of betrayal and hidden loyalty. With three father-figures, one less best friend, and two loves, how will his future years go? |For some reason I can't add tags, and the tags I did add have disappered somehow, so here is some "Tags", I guess. #Gaylove #HarryxFredxGeorge #MollyBashing #GinnyBashing #HermioneBashing #DumbledoreBashing #ICan'tWriteShortThings #ImpliedMpreg #GoodPetuniaAndDudley. I think that is all... don't know|

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chapter 31

Breakfast the next day was relaxing. Hermione had for some reason cleared her plate within five minutes and rushed out of the Great Hall. No sooner had she gone than her seat was taken by Fred, George and Lee taking the seats on either side of him. "When do you guys have Moody?"

Just like that, the calm mood was gone. Both Harry and Ron tensed up at the mention of their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "Why're you asking?" Ron said through a mouthful of food. Fred and George picked up on the mood change quickly and they both frowned, Lee, on the other hand, didn't.

"We had him yesterday! Never had a lesson like it," Lee began to gush, "He knows what it's like to be out there, fighting the Dark Arts. 'Mazing…" he finished, getting a faraway look in his eyes. When no one said anything, Lee finally realized something was not right. "Why so quiet, people?"

"You haven't heard what he did yesterday?" Harry asked the three of them. As Harry expected, all three of them shook their heads. Harry sighed, "He transfigured someone into a ferret, and controlled them to bounce on the floor," Harry began, leaving out the part of it being Draco – Lee would probably have found it funny if he knew.

"Someone cast a spell in the entrance hall, and suddenly there was a ferret instead of a student," Ron continued, "The worst part? Moody transfigured the wrong student." At that point all three boys opposite Harry and Ron were a few shades whiter than normal.

"He basically tortured an innocent student," Harry added, "and McGonagall had to step in to stop him."

"Do we know them?" Lee asked. His voice was shaking slightly.

Harry locked eyes with Lee. Showing no emotions – showing how serious this was – Harry answered, "Malfoy." Even after answering Harry continued to stare at Lee. The change was very little, just a twitch at the corner of his mouth, but Harry saw it, "Do not take this any less seriously just because it was a Slytherin. A Professor tortured a student." Lee didn't say anything, but he gave a slight nod.

Harry finally broke the eye contact and went back to eating. The silence that was left after was finally broken by Ron, who had been rummaging in his bag while Harry vaguely threatened Lee, "We have him on Tuesday, next week," was the only thing he said.

Everyone was excitedly chatting on the way up to the lesson. Everyone in Gryffindor was looking forward to their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, everyone except Harry and Ron. They silently followed the excited group into the classroom, making sure to sit at the back.

Hermione had, as usual when at Hogwarts, gotten into the habit of ditching them for the library – which suited them just fine. And with them not having class first period they hadn't seen her since breakfast. So, it was no surprise when she came flying through the door, making it just in time for class. Hermione, always the golden student, sat herself up front beside Neville.

She began taking out her books when Moody came through the teacher's door at the front of the classroom. "You can put those away," he said. Hermione looked up in confusion, "Those books, you won't need them." Hermione gave a quiet huff only Harry, and maybe Neville beside her, could hear, before putting her books away.

Moody took out a register, shook his long mane of grizzled gray hair out of his twisted and scarred face, and began to call out names. His normal eye moved steadily down the list while his magical eye swiveled around, ficing upon each student as they answered to their name.

"As you should know by now, I'm Professor Moody, and I'll be you Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor this year." He was talking like he wouldn't be here next year, which, with how it'd been since Harry started, was the most probable outcome. "Now, I got a letter from your previous Professor, telling me what you've been through with him." Harry did remember Remus asking him to look through that letter and seeing if he'd missed anything. "Seems you've had a pretty through grounding in tackling Dark creatures, is that right?"

There was a general murmur of assent.

"But you're behind," Moody said, "very behind, on dealing with curses." The excitement that had followed the Gryffindors to the classroom – and that had been subdued with Moody's arrival – had awoken again. "I've only got a year to teach you how to deal with Dark -"

"What, aren't you staying?" Dean, one of the Gryffindors sitting at the front of the classroom, blurted out.

Moody's magical eye spun around to stare at Dean – Harry saw Dean's magical signature, even when mixed with the rest of the class, tighten around himself and his shoulders rose up to his ears – but after a moment Moody smiled. The effect was to make his heavily scarred face look more twisted and contorted than ever, but it was nevertheless good to know that he ever did anything as friendly as smile. From what Harry could see – namely the back of Dean's head – Dean looked deeply relieved.

"Yeah, I'm staying just the one year. Special favor to Dumbledore.... One year, and then back to my quiet retirement." Moody gave a harsh laugh, and then clapped his gnarled hands together. "So, straight to it. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I'm supposed to teach you counter-curses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like until you're in the sixth year. You're not supposed to be old enough to deal with it till then. But Professor Dumbledore's got a higher opinion of your nerves, he reckons you can cope, and I say, the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. How are you supposed to defend yourself against something you've never seen? A wizard who's about to put an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it nice and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and watchful. You need to put that away, Miss Brown, when I'm talking."

Lavender jumped and blushed. She had been showing Parvati her completed horoscope under the desk. Apparently, Moody's magical eye could see through solid wood, as well as out of the back of his head. Harry did not want to think about what else Moody probably saw through.

"So...do any of you know which curses are most heavily punished by wizarding law?"

Harry saw Hermione's hand shoot into the air. "Straight to the illegal curses…" Ron's voice barely reached Harry's ears. Harry glanced over to see Ron frown as he watched their other classmates tentatively raise their hands.

Moody pointed at Seamus beside Dean, though his magical eye was still fixed on Lavender – hopefully making sure she didn't bring out her horoscope again and not something else.

"Er, the Imperius Cures, or something…" Seamus said tentatively, "Mum told me once." Seamus added at the end.

"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively. "The Imperius Curse. Gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time." Moody got heavily to his mismatched feet, opening his desk drawer, and took out a glass jar. Three large black spiders were scuttling around inside it. Harry felt Ron, even at the back of the classroom, recoil slightly next to him.

"Not those, why spiders…" Ron whispered.

The spider leapt from Moody's hand on a fine thread of silk and began to swing backward and forward as though on a trapeze. It stretched out its legs rigidly, then did a back flip, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it began to cartwheel in circles. Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.

Everyone was laughing - everyone except Moody. Harry though this was some twisted reminder of what had happened to Draco just a few days before.

"Think it's funny, do you?" he growled. "You'd like it, would you, if I did it to you?"

The laughter died away almost instantly.

"Total control," said Moody quietly as the spider balled itself up and began to roll over and over. "I could make it jump out of the window, drown itself, throw itself down one of your throats..."

Ron gave an involuntary shudder.

"Years back, there were a lot of witches and wizards being controlled by the Imperius Curse," said Moody, and Harry knew he was talking about the days in which Voldemort had been all-powerful. "Some job for the Ministry, trying to sort out who was being forced to act, and who was acting of their own free will." Moody face twisted in a sneer. "The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I'll be teaching you how, but it takes real strength of character, and not everyone's got it. Better avoid being hit with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he barked, and everyone jumped.

Moody picked up the somersaulting spider and threw it back into the jar. "Well, does anyone know another illegal curse?"

Hermione's hand flew into the air again and so, to Harry's slight surprise, did Neville's. The only class in which Neville usually volunteered information was Herbology which was easily his best subject. Neville looked surprised at his own daring.

"Yes?" said Moody, his magical eye rolling right over to fix on Neville.

"There's one - the Cruciatus Curse," said Neville in a small but distinct voice.

Moody was looking very intently at Neville, this time with both eyes.

"Your name's Longbottom?" he said, his magical eye swooping down to check the register again.

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody made no further inquiries. Turning back to the class at large, he reached into the jar for the next spider and placed it upon the desktop, where it remained motionless, apparently too scared to move.

"The Cruciatus Curse," said Moody. "Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea," he said, pointing his wand at the spider. "Engorgio!"

The spider swelled and became largen than a tarantula. Even with sitting at the back of the classroom Ron leaned back as far as he could without moving his chair.

Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and muttered, "Crucio!"

At once, the spider's legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Harry was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently -

"Stop it!" Hermione said shrilly. Harry's eye, that had been focusing on the spider, snapped over to see Hermione's side profile. She wasn't looking at the spider, but at Neville beside her. Her frown, and the fact that Neville's shoulders were shaking, indicated that Neville was not okay.

Moody raised his wand. The spider's legs relaxed, but it continued to twitch.

"Reducio," Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar.

"Pain," said Moody softly. "You don't need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse....That one was very popular once too." The… joke – if you could call it that – fell on deaf ears. "Right...anyone know any others?"

Harry looked around. From the looks on everyone's faces, he guessed they were all wondering what was going to happen to the last spider. Hermione's hand shook slightly as, for the third time, she raised it into the air.

"Yes?" said Moody, looking at her.

"Avada Kedavra," Hermione whispered.

Several people looked uneasily around at her, including Ron.

"Ah," said Moody, another slight smile twisting his lopsided mouth. "Yes, the last and worst. Avada Kedavra....the Killing Curse."

Wonder what that does, Harry thought sarcastically. The Imperious curse, the Cruciatus curse, and the Killing curse. How uniform, totally fitting with the others…

He put his hand into the glass jar, and almost as though it knew what was coming, the third spider scuttled frantically around the bottom of the jar, trying to evade Moody's fingers, but he trapped it, and placed it upon the desktop. It started to scuttle frantically across the wooden surface.

Moody raised his wand, and Harry felt a sudden thrill of foreboding.

"Avada Kedavra!" Moody roared.

There was a flash of a familiar blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air - instantaneously the spider rolled over onto its back, unmarked, but unmistakably dead. Several of the students stifled cries.

Moody swept the dead spider off the desk onto the floor.

"Not nice," he said calmly. "Not pleasant. And there's no counter-curse. There's no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he's sitting in this classroom."

So that was how his parents had died...exactly like that spider. Had they been unblemished and unmarked too? Had they simply seen the flash of green light and heard the rush of speeding death, before life was wiped from their bodies?

Harry had been picturing his parents' deaths over and over again for three years now, ever since he'd found out they had been murdered, ever since he'd found out what had happened that night: Wormtail had betrayed his parents' whereabouts to Voldemort, who had come to find them at their cottage. How Voldemort had killed Harry's father first. How James Potter had tried to hold him off, while he shouted at his wife to take Harry and run... Voldemort had advanced on Lily Potter, told her to move aside so that he could kill Harry... how she had begged him to kill her instead, refused to stop shielding her son... and so Voldemort had murdered her too, before turning his wand on Harry....

Harry knew these details because he had heard his parents' voices when he had fought the dementors last year, but he had never known the… method Voldemort had used. And even though Harry had gained four parental figures this summer – Aunt Petunia had really become a kind of mother figure after the cleansing – he couldn't very well ask them about it. So, even though Harry knew all the details, he hadn't known what had become of his parents. Until now.

Moody was speaking again, from a great distance, it seemed to Harry. With a massive effort, he pulled himself back to the present and listened to what Moody was saying.

"Avada Kedavra's a curse that needs a powerful bit of magic behind it - you could all get your wands out now and point them at me and say the words, and I doubt I'd get so much as a nosebleed. But that doesn't matter. I'm not here to teach you how to do it." Moody said. "Now, if there's no counter-curse, why am I showing you? Because you've got to know. You've got to appreciate what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in a situation where you're facing it. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he roared, and the whole class jumped again.

"Now...those three curses - Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus - are known as the Unforgivable Curses. The use of any one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban. That's what you're up against. That's what I've got to teach you to fight. You need preparing. You need arming. But most of all, you need to practice constant, never-ceasing vigilance. Get out your quills... copy this down...."

They spent the rest of the lesson taking notes on each of the Unforgivable Curses. No one spoke until the bell rang - but when Moody had dismissed them and they had left the classroom, a torrent of talk burst forth. Most people were discussing the curses in awed voices - "Did you see it twitch?", "- and when he killed it - just like that!" Once again, Harry and Ron followed the crowd in a more sedated mood. They were talking about the lesson, Harry thought, as though it had been some sort of spectacular show, but he hadn't found it very entertaining.

Hermione rushed up to them, "Hurry up," she said tensely to Harry and Ron.

"What? Not the ruddy library again?" Ron said.

"No," Hermione said curtly. She pointed to a side passage, "Neville."

Neville was standing alone, halfway up the passage, staring at the stone wall opposite him with a horrified, wide-eyed look. He was pale and Harry could see that his hands – that were in tight fists – were shacking.

"Neville?" Hermione said gently.

Neville looked around. "Oh hello," he said, his voice much higher than usual. "Interesting lesson, wasn't it? I wonder what's for dinner, I'm - I'm starving, aren't you?"

"Neville, are you all right?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yes, I'm fine," Neville gabbled in the same unnaturally high voice. "Very interesting dinner - I mean lesson - what's for eating?"

Ron gave Harry a startled look.

"Neville, what -?"

But an odd clunking noise sounded behind them, and they turned to see Professor Moody limping toward them. All four of them fell silent, watching him apprehensively, but when he spoke, it was in a much lower and gentler growl than they had yet heard.

"It's all right, sonny," he said to Neville. "Why don't you come up to my office? Come on... We can have a cup of tea...."

Neville looked even more frightened at the prospect of tea with Moody. He neither moved nor spoke. Moody turned his magical eye upon Harry.

"You all right, are you, Potter?"

"Yes," said Harry, almost defiantly.

Moody's blue eye quivered slightly in its socket as it surveyed Harry – making Harry suddenly aware of the knowledge that Moody could see through things. Then he said, "You've got to know. It seems harsh, maybe, but you've got to know. No point pretending... well... come on, Longbottom, I've got some books that might interest you."

Neville looked pleadingly at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but they didn't say anything, so Neville had no choice but to allow himself to be steered away, one of Moody's gnarled hands on his shoulder.

"What was that about?" said Ron, watching Neville and Moody turn the corner.

"I don't know," said Hermione, looking pensive. They set off for the Great Hall, talking about random topics. The conversation between Harry and Ron continued as they began to eat, but Hermione did not join. She ate furiously fast and then left for the library once again.

The rest of the classes that day came and went, with a small nap in History of Magic. Harry and Ron decided, while walking up to the Gryffindor tower after dinner, that they'd do their divination homework. As soon as they reach the common room, they also decided to do their homework somewhere a little quieter.

While retrieving the work chart from their dorm, they met a much calmer Neville, reading on his bed. They talked a little, Harry asking about the book – one about plants – but they soon get the charts and leave.

They settled in an alcove on the seventh floor and started working – actually working. They opened their copies of Unfogging the Future and began the work on their predictions for the coming month.

It began slowly – like using an old muscle – the symbols and sums began to make some semblance of sense. The longer they worked the easier it was to see the connections. "I see a lot of 'liar', and 'bore'," Ron commented after a while.

"So, we're gonna be bored and we are surrounded by liars…" Harry said sagely. Ron snickered and they went back to writing down predictions.

15 minutes later Ron spoke up again. "This means 'a blue eye'," Ron said, showing Harry one of the pieces of parchment he had been scribbling on.

"I have that one too! Together with this, which means…" Harry looked down in the book, turned a few pages, and searched for the right line. "'Pretender' or 'Imposter'. So, an imposter with a blue eye?" Ron looked as confused as Harry felt.

The portrait had just closed behind Harry and Ron when they saw Hermione storming toward them. She stopped right in front of them, and Harry saw the box she was holding. "Harry! Ron! Where have you been?" she demanded but didn't give them a chance to respond before talking again. "Anyway, I just finished!" she said triumphantly, taking the lid of the box and holding it out.

Inside were about fifty badges, all of different colors, but al bearing the same letters: S. P. E. W.

"Spew?" Harry said. "What's this about?"

"Not spew," said Hermione impatiently. "It's S-P-E-W. Stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."

"Never heard of it," said Ron.

"Well, of course you haven't," said Hermione briskly, "I've only just started it."

"Yeah?" said Ron in mild surprise. "How many members have you got?"

"Well - if you two join - three," said Hermione.

"And you think we want to walk around wearing badges saying 'spew,' do you?" said Ron.

"S-P-E-W!" said Hermione hotly. "I was going to put Stop the Outrageous Abuse of Our Fellow Magical Creatures and Campaign for a Change in Their Legal Status - but it wouldn't fit. So that's the heading of our manifesto."

She brandished the sheet of parchment at them.

"I've been researching it thoroughly in the library. Elf enslavement goes back centuries. I can't believe no one's done anything about it before now."

"Hermione - open your ears," said Ron loudly. "They will die if they are freed! Their magic can't handle it!"

"Our short-term aims," said Hermione, speaking even more loudly than Ron, and acting as though she hadn't heard a word, "are to secure house-elves fair wages and working conditions. Our long-term aims include changing the law about non-wand use and trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because they're shockingly underrepresented. Our long-long-term aims are to release free every elf from enslavement."

"What are we talking about," two voices came from behind Harry and Ron. "By the way, you guys -"

"-are blocking the entrance." Harry turned to see Fred and George standing behind them.

"Fred! George! Do you guys want to join the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare?" Hermione said excitedly. She grabbed a few badges from the box and tried to give one each to all four of them.

"Wow, suddenly we are so tired!" Fred and George said loudly before each grabbing the shoulders of Harry and Ron. They then expertly began pushing and guiding Harry and Ron around Hermione and toward the stairs up to the boy's dormitory.

Hermione, of course, tried to follow them up the stairs. Harry, in the heat of the moment, remembered what had happen after Sirius' trail. She had only taken a few steps up the stairs after them when the hit an invisible wall.

Harry stopped on the first landing, causing the other three to stop, too. They were just out of sight, so they couldn't see Hermione – nor could she see them – but they could hear her. Harry heard her furious huffing as she continued to try to pass the wall of air.

At the curious looks Fred, George, and Ron sent him Harry just smiled, "Air wall," was all he said. The three brothers gave different indications of understanding but kept quiet.

They waited on the landing until Hermione finally left. Harry lifted the air barrier and they continued up the stairs.

In front of the door to the fourth years they talked until they actually got tired. Fred and George continued up two more flight of stairs and Harry and Ron went through the fourth-year door.

Sorry for not updating for a while, been focusing on school. Now that it's summer break I'll post more regularly. <3

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