The Unforgiveable Curses

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Katrina's POV

The next two days passed without great incident, unless you counted Neville melting his sixth cauldron in Potions. Sev seemed to have attained new levels of vindictiveness over the summer and I glared at him when he gave Neville detention, and Neville returned from it in a state of nervous collapse, having been made to disembowel a barrel full of horned toads. I loved my godfather but sometimes even I thought he crossed a line with his treatment of Neville and Harry!

"You know why Snape's in such a foul mood, don't you?" I heard Ron say to Harry as Hermione and I taught Neville a Scouring Charm to remove the frog guts from under his fingernails.

"Yeah," said Harry. "Moody."

I shook my head. It was common knowledge that my godfather really wanted the Dark Arts job, and he had now failed to get it for the fourth year running. Snape had disliked all of our previous Dark Arts teachers, and shown it - but he seemed strangely wary of displaying overt animosity to Mad-Eye Moody. Indeed, whenever we saw the two of them together - at mealtimes, or when they passed in the corridors - I got the distinct impression that Sev was avoiding Moody's eye, whether magical or normal.

When I tried to ask him about it after class though, he just gave me a funny look and stormed out of the dungeon with his cape a flutter.

"I reckon Snape's a bit scared of him, you know," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Imagine if Moody turned Snape into a horned toad," said Ron, his eyes misting over, "and bounced him all around his dungeon..."

"Ron!" I said quickly as I thumped his chest. As funny as the image was, he was still my godfather!

We were all looking forward to Moody's first lesson so much that we arrived early on Thursday lunchtime and queued up outside his classroom before the bell had even rung. The only person missing was Hermione, who turned up just in time for the lesson.

"Been in the -"

"Library." Harry and I finished her sentence for her. "C'mon, quick, or we won't get decent seats."

We hurried into four chairs right in front of the teacher's desk, took out our copies of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, and waited, unusually quiet. Soon we heard Moody's distinctive clunking footsteps coming down the corridor, and he entered the room, looking as strange and frightening as ever. We could just see his clawed, wooden foot protruding from underneath his robes. I shivered as I contemplated what it would be like to lose a limb. How horrid!

"You can put those away," he growled, stumping over to his desk and sitting down, "those books. You won't need them."

We returned the books to our bags, Ron looking excited.

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 moving steadily down the list while his magical eye swiveled around, fixing upon each student as he or she answered.

When he reached the end of the list he paused before calling out my own name. I don't think anyone else noticed, but I didn't like the way his magical eye kept glancing at me.

"Right then," he said after I had declared myself present, "I've had a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you've had a pretty thorough grounding in tackling Dark creatures - you've covered boggarts, Red Caps, hinkypunks, grindylows, Kappas, and werewolves, is that right?"

There was a general murmur of assent.

"But you're behind - very behind - on dealing with curses," said Moody. "So I'm here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other. I've got one year to teach you how to deal with Dark -"

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