Those Feelings

Harry sat in his seat across from Hermione, who apparently was too busy with her books. Ron seemed lost in his own thoughts which Harry could determine as boredom. Harry sighed to himself. It was always the same thing. The same bloody routine. He wanted some change, with less of a celebrity lifestyle. This would have been the perfect time where he could have reasoned with Sirius; a one-on-one conversation. But he had to die. He had to leave him all alone. That was when he remembered Headmaster Dumbledoor's words. The old man was right. He had to die. And it was bitterly inevitable. He then remembered that Dumbledoor wanted to speak to him about something which required outmost secrecy. Harry never remembered such discussion. It was all about himself. But the boy thought that somehow the Headmaster would discuss it at a later time. The sound of heavy feet barged into the room, startling Hermione from her studies. Harry's eyes followed the man which was before them. Dysfunctional eyes captured every student present. The eyes of no other. Mad Eye Moody. The students wouldn't dare call him 'Mad' unless they were of course foolish or dim-witted. 'Professor Moody' was the preferred choice. Mad-eye Moody was not a man of patience. He was an arrogant man, with Snape-like qualities, though Snape's disturbingly dark qualities outdid his. "Good morning Students." "Good morning Professor Moody" Everyone faced the professor. Even the blatantly bored Ron had his eyes on the man. They knew what he was capable of doing, but somehow, Ron, Hermione and Harry found the man acting quite strange since he became Professor for the Dark Arts. "Today you will be paired in groups of two's. You and your partner will be practicing defence as well as the offence arts which I have taught u, as well as what you have learnt from your previous teachers. Now, begin." Students whispered to themselves, pairing with their friends. Ron was paired with Harry which Ron wanted to do. He thought of endless possibilities with his offence moves against Harry. Hermione was paired with Neville long bottom who was quite happy with his cheeks burning bright red. Harry stood his defensive stance, allowing Ron to go offensive. "You ready mate? thought the Mad eyes wouldn't give us this chance." Ron whispered Harry laughed slightly while gesturing his left index finger to his lips. "Be quiet Ron before he kicks us out." They both pointed wands at each other, which everyone else was currently doing. Professor Moody sat on his high chair, overseeing the practical. "Harry, you know I wouldn't mind that, but I've longed to duel you, you know?" He smirked at the green eye boy who rolled his eyes, "Besides, Hermione would lecture us to death." Potter was dying on the inside. He would have laughed so hard if it wasn't for the Mad-eye man. But he had to hold back. He saw the weird glance Hermione gave them, which made it even harder for them. Ron cast his first spell on the boy who easily deflected it. He then again cast another quick one which slightly pushed Harry a few distance Bingo. Hermione did the same to Neville, who landed a few feet from her on his rump. He stood to his feet with his wand pointed towards her nervously. He wasn't keen at Dark Arts and he never thought he would be. Flashes of various colours of light lit the semi-dark room. It was truly a room which radiated sinister energies. A mere human would have freaked out from the dark energies which unseeing by the eyes, could feel its strong presence. A large golden chandelier filled with spiders and webs hung scarily low from the ceiling. Shadows formed from every student, dancing about in synchronity and such skill; With each student exchanging roles. Ron landed heavily in his arse, from a practical version of expelliarmus. The original version would be deemed too risky in such an area. Larger open areas such as Hogwarts training grounds permits it for fifth and sixth year students only. Everyone was panting and sweating, desperately in need of water. The process was long, but the longer each student practised, the more they understood each spell. Counterattacks fired back and forth, each growing a tad stronger. Neville now had Hermione landed in an embarrassing position; legs sprawled away from each other and her gown revealed a small amount of flesh. Both were now blushing hard. Good thing Harry and the others were too busy dueling. "That's enough for today " A hand slam hard on a desk to draw their attention. Mad eye Moody seemed slightly impressed. "I see you all have paid enough attention. However, more needs to be done. We're in need of more…" he cleared his throat and turned his back towards the students. "In need of what Sir?" A boy asked. "Never mind. Just copy these notes from the board and review them. That's your homework." The man stared at Harry for the longest while before resuming in his paperwork. Weird. Was all Harry could think of. Why would he just trail his sentence. That was so un-moody. He never does that. So why now? And why such a look? Everyone took their notes down while the memories of the duel burned deep within them. They wanted more. And the professor knew it too. But it was better not to rush. Let things take its course. Again the old Hogwarts owl sounded again with students packing their belongings. "Remember to review. I will be grading according to what I wrote here today. I won't tell you when I'll have test. I'll just give it unexpectedly. Now, go" his hoarse voice rang throughout the room allowing each student to hear him. They quickly made their way out the classroom, hoping for more duels next class. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry and his friends sat at the dining table discussing the daily events, when a certain tall figure walked towards them. "Potter, I do expect to see you in my office at the designated time. Weasley, boy, your cauldrons and other used wares are in your care. Do. I. make. Myself. Clear?" He growled dangerously low, earning swift nods from both boys. Green eyes met pool obsidian eyes once again. Harry felt invisible knots tied in his stomach. Why was he feeling this way? Was it nervousness? What exactly was he feeling? This man… This dark man. What was he doing to him? It was like static. An energy so tense, it made Harry snapped his eyes away from the now slightly amused professor who strolled down the dining halls in a billow of robes. Why were his cheeks flaring with such heat? Hermione and Ron exchanged questioning glances. Harry looked towards them with distant eyes. "Um.. Harry, are y-you okay?" Hermione asked softly, in hopes that the boy wouldn't unleash his nasty mood swings. But the boy sat there in silence. In silence and mental anguish. He wanted to be with Sirius. Or someone he could talk with. This was too much for him. This unexplainable feeling... "Go. Both of you. I need to be Alone." Harry closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, fearing what he might do if they didn't. "But Harry, at least tell us what's wrong. You're suddenly Moody now. Te-" "The fuck! Just fucking go!" Harry yelled irritably. His hands trembled from the sheer nervousness. The professor was surely behind this, and he needed answers… Now. Hermione and Ron understood Harry. They understood his crazy mood swings. But, it was clearly getting worst. Someone or something else besides Sirius was behind this. They need to know. They wanted to help their only friend. Harry Potter.… Not The-boy-who-lived. Just Harry. They walked away in sadness, thinking it was best if they left him alone. Harry felt bad at what he did, but he never wanted his friends in his messed up life. No way. He sighed to himself, as he drank the last glass of chilled water. Students whispered as he walked pass them. They always do. He took larger steps towards the Dumbledoor's office. He was the only one he could talk to at such a time. He needed to discuss his true emotions.…