N.E.W.T. Class - Lesson 9

As her boggart farther threw the Cruciatus Curse her eyes widen as she seen it come towards her. "Oh crap!" muttered Sophia as she did a back flip to avoid the spell. " Sectumsempra!" Sophia shouted pointing her wand at her boggart farther as she dodged the spell as he fired the Imperius Curse at her. As she ducked it by a few inches she looked at her farther with hate in her eyes. "Ok time to turn this up!"Sophia thought to herself. " Bombarda Maxima!" Sophia cried pointing to the ceiling as it came down on top of him.

After a few minutes she seen him push the rumbles of the ceiling off him and come towards her with hate in her eyes. "Oh crap, I thought I had him for a while."said Sophia to herself. As he send the Sectumsempra spell towards her she tried to dodge it but it came to her to quickly making her arm bleed. Not worrying about it she looked at her farther with hate in her now black eyes. " Impedimenta!" Sophia shouted as she seen her farther ducked and jump on into Professor Wilson dress and did a front flip off the desk and landed behind Sophia with her wand in her back. "Time to die my dear daughter, Avada..." but before he could finish his words Sophia appeartd behind with her wand pointed the same way he did.

As he swung at her the muggle way she ducked it and they started fighting the muggle way until he pointed his wand at her sending the killing curse towards her. Doing a back flip after back flip as he kept sending the killing curse after her. " Expelliarmus!" Sophia shouted as she disarmed her farther but she seen him get his wand back by his wandless magic. "Damn it!"Sophia cursed to herself as she was breathing hard from all the back flips she did. As he hit her with the Imperius Curse he made her try to kill herself which almost worked but Sophia fought it off and pointed her wand at her farther. " Sectumsempra!" screamed Sophia as she seen the spell come towards him and cut up his stomach really bad. Seeing him fall to his knees and cough up blood Sophia pointed her wand to him. "Time for you do die dear old farther, Avada Kedavra!"said Sophia with as most fierce as she could as she seen the green spell come towards him and hit him. As she seen the light leave is eyes and seen the color leave his face he collapsed on the door dead.

Breathing hard she held her injured wand arm and looked at her dead farther on the floor before he disappeared. "Oh god, I can't believe I did that!' Sophia said quietly enough for Belle and Mariana to hear seeing how they were next to her. As she turned to Professor Wilson she bowed. "I killed my farther Professor, now what must I do?"Sophia asked him softly. As she pointed her wand to her arm she healed it with a healing charm.

Mariana froze up on the mention of her grandfather who even though was safely in Mexico would eventually appear in his form though through a boggart. Grandpa.. she thought gulping making her wand ready for when Sophia would finish. The sooner they would finish this the better. Fire was her greatest fear so she imagined Wilson is going to use that against her aswell which she hoped she would be able to handle. If she didn't breath so quickly she assumed she would not breath at all. There was a boggart Matt in the classroom so it made her freeze aswell thinking about how Andrian would appear right there in a few moments. "I can be next Professor." she said feeling rather insecure though she tried to hide that.

''OH DEAR! YOU HAVE KILLED THE MINISTER OF MAGIC! OH NO!'', Wilson said, ironically, of course. (Imagine House and his speech when he pretends to care ironically). ''Well, you could have at least give him a proper burial. He is your father, for Peter's sake. You Lestranges truly are strange, but your mother... she was... or is, I do not know, a beautiful and smart woman. You seem to have picked up a lot of things from her.'', he said and turned to Mari. ''Oh yes, 50 points for my House. Now, Diggory... yes, you can... this will be interesting.'', he said waving his hand. The door opened and Mariana's grandfather came out, pointing her wand at her. ''Fiendfyre'', he fired a medium size snake at Mariana.

It was rather weird for Mariana to see her grandpa shooting Dark Spells considering he was a muggle. First impuls she had was to make a step back before she pulled her wand close enough to her like it was going to jump off somewhere. She had a rather big sense her little exam would destroy Wilson's classroom. As the fire started coming her light blue eyes were now widely open. Her hope of no fire sank down as quick as it came. There was a Snake covered in flames coming right at her. She tried to jump aside though even though the snake hit the wall behind her radius of explosion sent her flying towards one of the desks making her hit with a big force. At least the fire was avoided.

She stood up feeling as her scar on the neck started to bleed once again though not from the fire, but from the hit in the table. "Expeliarmus! Averte Statum!" she almost cried out. Her first spell missed the target though other one made the imige of her grandpa take a trip through the air hitting the place it just came out from. "Avada Kedavra!" said her grandpa making Mariana stand aside once again to avoid being killed. She could imagine anything, but this.

"Inscendio! Aquamenti!" she yelled making a curatin of smog to gain a bit of time while she would figure out some kind of plan. Her mind was spinning like a wheel 30 miles an hour. "Lumos Solem!" her grandpa shouted chasing away the smog. NOT GOOD! thought Mariana holding her wand tight firing a protection charm to point the ray elsewhere. "Inpedimenta!" she said making her grandpa slow a bit though only for a moment.

Before she even had time to think her grandpa blasted a spell into the floor making her fly towards the wall wondering how much more she would have to bleed after she noticed a couple of superfical injuries on her left arm. "Sectumsempra! Inscendio!" her grandpa yelled trying to finish her off. Even though she didn't der shoot killing curses at her own grandfather she knew sooner or later she would have to. "Come on already! Die! Bombarda! Lumos Solem! Avada Kedavra!" she called out loudly managing to miss with the first one though while the boggart was busy getting blind from her second spell, third one hit him right into the head.

She got up supporting herself for the wall sighing quickly out of breath though she finished the task successfully. "Episkey..." she said healing injuries on her left arm while leaving injury on her neck bleed since she didn't feel where had it started to bleed. Take that Professor.. she thought not saying anything on loud.

''Oh bloody hell Diggory!'', he said, sighing. He whirled his hand and cleaned the mess Mariana made in his classroom (like Dumbledore did in Horace's house). ''You duel like an idiot... just blasting spells without any order or any tactic. That may work in your little group, but please, do not think that is proper dueling. But then, you have killed your grandfather... how heartless can you be. I am disappointed. To see a Hufflepuff kill its own relative... sad. But, I guess you little murderer deserve 50 points and an E, not an O. Why an E? Just because you are clumsy and do not know how to duel properly. Dueling is not a pistol fight where you shoot bullets until you run out of them. Dueling is like chess... it requires skill, experience and tactics. But, you have passed and you will be able to take my finals at the end of the term. Good job, I guess. Poe, Fey, Crowley, Weasley... whoever wants to go first can.'', he said.

Alester looked at the wreckage of the classroom... he pulled out the Queen of Pentacles and looked around the room, If my Father will be joining us in any sort of animated form then this shall have to be repaired.... Deletrius... he waited for the dust to settle and things to be put right before he walked over to stand in the center of the classroom. He bowed his head took a deep breath and whispered; Indulgeo mihi abbas , tamen vicis has adveho pro nefas of preteritus ut fio vox.

He raised his head and watched as the classroom door opened slowly and his recently murdered father strode in with his characteristically self-confident gait. Their eyes met; silvery blue against deep cobalt the exact expression mirrored on each face a smirk of chagrin and a glint of cold readiness in the eyes. Eyes that foretold an ability to look death in the face and walk away. Except as in real life Alester knew he would walk away victorious, while his father would not.

He pulled four cards out of his deck and levitated them in the air in front of him with a softly chanted wingardium leviosa They were faced towards his father and his father drew his wand, a thick twisted gnarl of hickory that was as unbending and strong as he had been in life, thirteen inches long and with the unlikely core of phoenix feather and dragon's blood. His face contorted with malice, and Alester knew this would be as any training session with the old man had ever been, he would be tested to the point of death. Funny the Professor thought this was somehow different for them when it was the norm for Alester when his father was training him.

The Ace of Swords glowed brightly with silver light and the Ace of Wands glowed golden, they moved to a position above the other two cards, the Magician and the Fool. In the next instant Alester was equipped with a silver sword bearing a thick hilt of woven metal covered with braided cording. It was a gleam in the classroom's lighting. Behind him his pet Wyvern appeared hovering two feet from the ceiling and looking ready to kill the first thing that moved for being summoned from deep slumber. Alester assumed a neutral stance taking one step back and raising his sword to an angled position above his shoulder. He was ready for the spells his father fired in rapid succession; incarcerus, crucio, stupify he moved just in time to avoid the ropes by twisting to his right and then ducked down reversing his position and then leaping backwards to out manouver the other two. He looked at his father and called out Carpe Retractum and was able to just snag his fathers right hand with the rope, he concentrated on pulling his father towards him by winding the ropes in with quick flips of his hand, it was hard work and just as he was close enough for Alester to take a swipe with his sword his father raised the bound hand using the stroke to his advantage to cut the rope and free himself.

He cast out confringo and Alester was only able to move his sword in front of his body but he felt the burst of flames blast against his sword causing the metal to heat up rapidly. glacio, depulsho he called out using the freezing charm with the vanishing charm to send the sword back to his storage shelf where it would completely cool down and be ready for his next adventure. He looked at his father and quickly cast diprimo! and the floor beneath his father was blown to smithereens forcing the older man to leap out of the way in defense and avoiding him being able to attack immediately. When he had his footing Alester was ready for him Expelliarmus, Incindio! and his fathers wand was ripped from his hand and ignited into flames reducing it to ashes. This was a mere technical diversion as Dermod Crowley was skilled in wandless magic and didn't really require the wand. Alester leapt out of the way of a silently aimed Crucio and fired his own Levicorpus, sectumsempra! back at him. He barely caught his father as he was quick and agile, but he flipped upside down and a gash appeared across his chest shredding his robes and shirt. blood gushed from teh wound and his face contorted with pain for a moment before the wound resealed and his eyes turned to his son dark and angry righting himself back onto the rubble strewn floor.

duro! and the wall behind him was turned to stone as Alester barely leapt out of the way. He felt a sudden weight dragging him down and realized the spell had hit the hem of his robes and he was forced to wriggle out of them just as the arms were turning to stone! His eyes lit up black as he felt the anger burn him and he knew it was time to bring this to a rapid closure. Reducto! He called out aiming just behind his father but seeimngly right at him; and just as his father leapt backwards and out of hte way he was caught in the rain of rubble from the collapsing outer wall of the classroom. A wandering student in the hallway screeched and leapt out of the way running down the hall shouting about the castle collapsing.

Alester's black eyes turned to his fatgher as he looked at his son and alester felt the binding of the unexpected crucio. He chuckled as his father tortured him, having taught himself to live for pain, and to delight in torture. As his misunderstanding father turned up the curse his chuckles turnied to twisted guffaws and loud laughter. His black eyes glared through the pain and he choked out through the mirthless soundsYou will never understand me! Pain only excites me and makes me feel more alive!

As the pain ceased coursing through his body the laughter subsided and he smirked at the figure of his father, It is time for you to rest in peace, father... He moved in a rapid succession of kata forms learned from muggle fighting and twisted and writhed through the complex steps in a semi-dance around and towards his foe. He felt the wordless curses singing through the air around him, but his movements were quick and although ordered not predictable. He caught the edge of a cutting charm and his shirt slashed open across his forearm and a trail of blood bloomed along the gash that appeared, but he kept his form moving quicker in the steps and pacing himself so he would come up just in front of the figure whose face was twisted in fury and concentration throwing curses one after another. The walls and floor gouged and exploded as the rain of curses, spells, and charms hit the area around him. Desks exploded from their sedentary positions where Alester had been only a fraction of a second before. Another curse hit him just on his stomach as another caught him just grazing above his eye and lancing his forehead. The fresh scent of his blood thrilled him causing his inhibitions to stem, it was much worse than the scent of the other student's had been and more by far than the scent from his father's wounds had been. His eyes shone blood red in bloodlust as he danced through the Kata readying himself for the final encounter.

As powerful as a stimulant spurring him on, as his body writhed and twisted through the final stages of the form and he drew closer to his target, he felt tiny lancets hit him with a maddening infrequency. By chance a few of the spells being cast at him made glancing blows against the target; and he felt more stings of intoxicating pain as his blood was drawn each time. his nose began to bleed and he licked it with a feral grin as he made the last twist stopping for a split second directly in front of the target. Just as he felt the tickle of a curse coming directly at him he twisted around dancing on the ball of his foot to end up behind his father. He conjured a dagger of pure silver and drove it into the junction of neck and shoulder driving it deeply and twisting to make certain the arteries and veins were severed properly. He withdrew the blade and took a step back as the body so closely an older form of himself collapsed to the floor pouring crimson torrents of blood.

He looked at the fallen body of his father and whispered, May vestri animus denique reperio pacis , abbas. His dark blood red eyes glittered and he cast two last spells, Evanesco, and the dead form of his father was gone. Deletrius, he said with no emotion and the classroom repaired itself once again ready for the next student to take their turn. He licked his upper lip once again and tasted his blood. He didn't bother to heal himself from the myriad of inconsequential cuts over his body. Instead he looked at Professor Wilson with lifeless eyes slowly losing their red sheen and fading to black which would eventually subside back to his usual silvery turquoise color as the adrenaline cleared his system. It had been nothing to fight his father, he had been forced to compete for every new technique and bit of magick he gleaned from his father. He had learned long ago that he could beat the old man in mere stamina and agility; he never could keep up with Alester's melee skills, which was shy Alester trained so hard to maintain them. Most witchkind fought with charms and spells solely, but not him. He used hand-to-hand tactics with his magick to maximum benefit; he usually got hit a few times, but that only ever increased his ability to fight, because pain was a major pleasure to him; capture and eventual torture would only succeed in forcing him to an euphoric state, and never the desired effect of forcing him to answer questions. Better they should use veritaserum and try to force him to reveal his secrets in that manner...

He gave Professor Wilson an respectful head bow and moved to a spot near the side of the classroom and out of hte way so the next student could take their place and be tested.

Amelia was completely out of character and, along these same lines, late. She had been delayed by a rather unfortunate meeting in the owlery with someone she would prefer not to think about while on her way to class - and definitely not in it. When he was around he managed to addle her mind enough that it would have surely affected her performance on today's exam had he been present for it.

Lucky he's not in your year... Amelia's mind reminded her, though Amelia wasn't feeling particularly lucky right now, what with being late to an exam in a challenging and high-caliber class.

This exam would be, Amelia knew, exceedingly important to her grade and to her reputation as one of the brighter students in her year. The professor had always had high expectations of her, coupled with those of her parents and those she placed on herself. No one, perhaps, could compete with the height Amelia set the bar herself, though her mother came in a close second. Antoinette was one of the primary reasons Amelia expected so much of herself, but also the reason she had come so far. There were two sides to every story.

Without speaking, Amelia entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom just in time to see a student stepping out of the center of the classroom, a respectful bow given to Professor Wilson, who stood off to the side, his intelligent eyes scanning the scene and judging what Amelia guessed to have been an exam performance.

Not knowing what the exam guidelines were, it was difficult to ascertain why there was a dead man laying in the center of the room, but Amelia had come to expect such things from Wilson. She doubted very much that the thing in the center of the room was anything more than an illusion, a boogart at best, but she still kept her distance as she swept across the room to a desk that put plenty of space between herself and her classmates, particularly Arthur. With the unusual number of times she had seen him outside the classroom in the last few weeks, she would keep her distance now. He was another one who unnerved her, but for a completely different reason than the aforementioned individual who had caused her lateness.

Setting her things on the ground, Amelia pulled her wand from the waistband of her uniform skirt and set it on her desk, turning her attention to the professor, who surely had not been oblivious to her late arrival. She knew apologies were likely in order, but Wilson would already know that Amelia had not intended to be late. She would apologize after class, when there were not so many inquisitive eyes looking in her direction. Instead, she focused only on the professor and the strip of holly between her bony, nimble fingers.

Belle turned to Professor Wilson and pulled her wand from the halter around her thigh. "All right Professor, I will go next."

She however was not so sure anymore. All of the people that came out looked and moved like real people, would she really be able to kill something that looked like her beloved husband? She shook her head and stood tall and proud. This was a class, it was not real and besides it was kill or be killed. Wasn't that the point Wilson was trying to get across? After all she had seen that first hand at the Battle of the Ministry.

''Tua scientia linguae Latinae bona est, Crowley. I have never expected someone to know that language. Filled with hate and despair it is, but still good. I have been taught, formally at least, in more practical Latin, History, Culture and Literature, but my education lead me even further. You seem to be restrained to that mens odiosa. But, still. good job. Miss Lyons, good morning. I have, deducing that you will be present today, prepared someone for you too. I managed to dig someone up, someone from your memory that you have, I presume, not seen in a while. He is not a student here, that would be useless, you do not care for anyone here that much... yet. But, there is one person. Parents were to cliché so I picked your brother, Raoul, his name is, if I am not mistaken. I think that it will be a good enough test for your skills, endurance and the life lesson you have learned during my classes.I think it will suffice. Fey.. you're next. I would have used your baby, but it would be silly to see a 6-month old baby throwing killing curses. Oh yes, Crowley, 50 points and an E, again for the same reason as Diggory. You duel like John Wayne. I want to see tactics from you, not a bloody shootout. Don't cast spells as if they were bullets.'', he said and waved his hand. Adrian Potter came out and pointed his wand at Belle. ''Avada Kedavra'', he fired.

Belle could have smacked Wilson for bringing up her lost child, but she ignored him as Andrian stepped out of the door. Her throat went dry but only for second as Andrian threw the Unforgivable Curse at her. She lept to the side and spun back around bringing her arm down in a hard slash. "Imprecari!" She said.

She watched as the purple light slashed out and cut Andrian across the chest causing him to call out. Belle tightened her heart against the sound of her husband in pain and started to throw another spell but he was ready and threw another at her. "Sectumsempra!"

Belle turned to get out of the way but was not fast enough, the spell hit her right in the side causing a long gash to rip across it. Belle cried out and tripped with the force of the pain, but rolled back on to her knees ignoring the blood that was all ready covering her side. But he hit her again, "Pependi!"

Instantly her body felt like it was too heavy and started pulling towards the ground, slowly her movements. She watched as Andrian came closer a smirk upon his lips as he said the spell that changed his wand into a sword. Belle stared at him, trying to resist the pull on her body as he came forward raising the sword to take the final strike. She was able to just flick her wand, "Finite!" She called.

At once her body was released and she used the same charm on her wand and raised up, the sound of the blades hitting rang through the room. Belle had learned how to fight with swords and it was a good thing too. She stepped to the side and parried the blade slashing down and then elbowing Andrian in the throat as she did so. Before spinning out of the way of his blade, where it cut her shoulder, Belle's arm went limp and hung uselessly at her side and threw her sword up again and blocked the attack, this time taking a step back to brace herself against the power of the strike. Obviously Andrian was getting tired of the sword and shifted his wand back. "Crucio!"

Belle uttered the word just in time to throw up a shield. "Protego!"

The spell was stopped and Belle was through with this exam. "You are not my husband." She said right before dealing the killing blow. "Effodio!" She shouted as she pointed her wand at the thing's stomach, causing it's entrails to be gouged out of the body.

Blood sprayed out along with the gore and the thing fell dead to the floor, staring up at her with her husband's eyes as he took a few gasping airs of breath before dying. Belle stood there staring at it, her mind kept telling her she had just killed her husband but her heart told her it was a lie. It had only been a fake.

She turned to the Professor, her arms covered in blood from the sword wound flowing down to drip from her fingers. Her right side was also gashed and bleeding, but she gave a small smile. "There you go Professor. Sorry about the blood but at least I didn't destroy your classroom."