Chaos

The screams were deafening. Causing me to immediately move from the table to watch as the chaos began.

"How dare you," screamed Padma as her wand raised, "I will kill you!" That was not good. Moody turned around instantly as his polyjuice potion continued to fail.

"Confrigo," screamed Padma, but her spell would never leave the wand. Impostor Moody deflected the spell like it was second nature.

"Attacking a teacher," he screamed, "you'll be expelled for this." Impostor Moody raised his hand seeing as his body was further deforming with the Polyjuice potion. And instantly Padma was thrown to the floor as Parvati too began to scream.

I rushed as best I could to Moody, raising my wand. Seeing Michael on the floor clutching his stomach. Had he been taken down when I was thrown across the room.

"Stop this instant," screamed Dumbledore as he shuffled across the hall. He hadn't understood what was going on. Moody again began to walk out. I prepared a spell, and as the words left my mouth. I found myself thrown straight up into the air. My landing was softened by a couple spells. My eyes were still on Moody, and his were on me. This person was something else. Who the fuck were we dealing with. Was he about to get away? I wouldn't be able to live this down if he did. I was about to get us all expelled.

"Stupefy," screamed a voice I dreaded to hear. The first time the fake Moody didn't react, and it was when Harry Potter uses a spell. The wizard was stiff as a board. Beginning to curse as he realized he had no options left.

"Harry," spat Dumbledore, "what is the meaning of this?" Noooooo! This wasn't how it was supposed to work.

"Just look," said Harry. The whole hall watched as Impostor Moody's Polyjuice potion wore off finally. Dumbledore's expression didn't change. I didn't recognize the man, but everyone else seemed to.

"A **** eater," they cried!

"Bartemius Crouch Junior," said Dumbledore, "Well Mr. Potter. It seems another conversation is in order." I stood there stunned, even as they dragged out the **** eater. Even as everyone began to whisper about how amazing it was to see Harry take down a **** eater. I spent a moment making sure Michael and Padma were alright. Neither had serious injuries. But even as I cursed Harry Potter, and even Hermione for quickly helping to heal anyone after the event was all over. I knew that in some aspect I had just seen a dose of reality.

I had all opportunities to stop a **** eater, and Potter had done what I couldn't. No matter the circumstances, I needed to be better. I was not on Potter's level.