Chapter 7 - The Three Unforgivable Curses

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"Alastor Moody"

Mad-Eye wrote on the board as the students piled in to his room for their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson of the year. I sat next to the girl from the dorm room, not by choice, of course. Her name was Pansy Parkinson, we didn't talk after I threatened her. Although we were sat behind Draco and Goyle, so at least I had someone to talk to.

"Ministry malcontent. And your new defence against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions? 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?"

Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends along with Ron Weasley, raised her hand to answer Mad-Eye's question.

"Three, sir."

"And they are so named?" Mad-Eye asked as he picked up a piece of chalk to s write something on the board.

"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of the will.." Hermione trailed off and Mad-Eye continued.

"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! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr Finnigan!"

The class laughed as Seamus moaned "Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head." He whispered, hoping Mad-Eye wouldn't hear. Seamus was an Irish boy in Gryffindor, he thought he was the class clown.

Mad-Eye threw his piece of chalk at Seamus in anger, obviously hearing what Seamus had said. Once he regained calmness, he spoke. "So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!"

"Yes?" Ron nervously muttered as the professor walked over to him.

"Give us a curse." Mad-Eye stated, waiting for a reply.

"Well, my dad did tell me about one... The imperious curse." Ron slowly told him.

"Ah yes, 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." Mad-Eye replied, then he reached for a jar on his table and opened it to reveal a rather big spider. "Hello. What a little beauty."

Mad-Eye cast the imperious curse on the spider, controling it with a flick of his wand. He bounced the spider around the room, making it crawl on students causing them to panic and try to get it off of them while the rest of the class laughed.

"Don't worry. Completely harmless." Mad-Eye states. "But if she bites... she's lethal!"

Draco laughed at the misforture of everyone else, he found it the funniest out of everyone else who was laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Mad-Eye asked Draco as he sent the spider over to him, Draco's smile quickly faded as he batted the spider away, his eyes widened with fear. It was quite funny, Draco, the supposed bully, was scared of spiders. "Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?" Mad-Eye said, his voice dimmed as he moved the spider over a bucket of water. The class stopped laughing, worry now across their faces. Was he going to kill that spider? Mad-Eye stopped controlling the spider and put her on the table, relief flooding the classroom.

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only do did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another.. another.. Come on come on. Longbottom is it? Up." Mad-Eye pointed to Neville Longbottom and he slowly stood up. "Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology."

Neville looked up at Mad-Eye and nervously replied. "There's the um... the cruciartus curse."

"Correct! Correct! come come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse." Mad-Eye said as he gestured Neville over to the table holding the spider. Neville dawdled over to the table, not wanting to follow the teacher.

Suddenly, Mad-Eye cast the second unforgivable curse on the spider, torturing it and making it loudly squeal in pain. Neville stood there, watching the spider uncomfortably. Then, from the front of the room Hermione yelled at Mad-Eye.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!"

Mad-Eye stopped, Neville looked extremely disturbed, I nearly felt bad for the kid. Mad-Eye picked up the spider which was still making a noise and walked over to Hermione's desk.

"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger."

Hermione shook her head, Mad-Eye cast a spell and the spider disintergrated, leaving nothing behind but the memory that it had once been there. The room was completely silent, the death of  the spider hit everyone. It was the first time I had ever seen the spell performed on someone else, it wasn't nice. It was dark. Everything felt dark.

"The killing curse. Only two people are known to have survived it. And they're sitting in this room." Mad-Eye walked over to Harry and stared at him, then he changed direction and looked directly at me, taking a swig of whatever drink he was carrying.

Later on that day I was sat in the Great Hall with Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, waiting to see who was going to put their name in the goblet of fire. Older students placed their names in the flame and everyone around applauded them. Lastly, the two Weasley twins stumbled into the Great Hall, both carrying bottles and cheering along with a few of their mates. They were both as ginger as Ron, known as the pranksters of the school.

"Who invited these two idiots?" Draco moaned.

"Thank you thank you, well lads we've done it." George yelled, adressing the crowd. Neither of them were old enough to participate in the competiton, so whatever they were going to try to do, was not going to work.

"Cooked it up just this morning."  Fred continued.

"It's not going to work." Chirped Hermione, Fred and George skipped over to her, one either side of her.

"Oh yeah? And why's that Granger?" Fred asked.

"You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself." Hermione explained.

It was true, Dumbledore had drawn the age line specificly so no underage witches or wizards would be able to enter themselves into the competiton. They were just going to make fools of themselves.

"So?" Fred replied.

"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion." Hermione rambled.

"That's why it's so brilliant." George stated. "Ready Fred?"

"Ready George?" Fred replied.

"Honestly, i'd just like to see what Dumbledore has prepared for when an underage wizard tries to enter the competiton." Draco muttered. "This should be fun."

Fred and George downed their aging potions and jumped inside the age line, they cheered as nothing had happened. There was no way that had worked, had it? They put their names in the flame and high-fived. Then flame fired up and the Weasley were flung across the room and onto the floor. When they got up they had full heads of grey hair and beards. Every student in the Hall laughed, including myself, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. They rolled around fighting each other on the floor and the crowd cheered. All of a sudden, the room went silent as Viktor Krum walked in. He placed his name in the flame, then he looked at Hermione and smiled before leaving.

"I told you." Draco smirked as we made our way back to the common room. "I told you it would be funny. They don't deserve to be pure-bloods."

"It was." I replied. "Especially when they thought it had worked." I laughed. Draco and I sat down of the sofa in front of the fireplace, and Crabbe and Goyle went off on a hunt for food. "Who do you think will be chosen for the competition?" I asked, changing the subject from the two twins.

"I hope it will be a mud-blood." Draco exclaimed.

"And why's that? Because if a muggle-born is chosen and wins, they'll get eternal fame and glory?" I joked.

"No." Draco snapped. "Because this competition can kill."

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