Magical Luck (ORIGINAL VERSION)

Chapter Five

Sitting in class the next day Rosalie was silently conversing with Neville. But both become quiet as their new professor enters the room. "Alastor Moody." The man says as he writes his name on the chalkboard.

"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?" Moody asked the students, no one says a thing. "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?"

"Three sir." Rosalie answered instantly.

"And they are so named?" Moody asked.

"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will..." Rosalie started to say but, felt uncomfortable saying anything because of Neville. And for herself as well, having had one of them aimed at her, and by her soulmate, who had no choice in the matter. 

"Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses can do." Moody says. Rosalie looked at him with her eyebrows scrunched together trying to figure him out. Moody turns his back to everyone and starts writing down everything on the board. "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!" Moody cried out

"Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head." Seamus mutters as Moody throws the chalk in anger almost hitting him.

"So, which curse shall we see first?" He questions before shouting. "Weasley!"

"Yes..." Ronald whimpers.

"Give us a curse." Moody orders.

"Well, my dad did tell me about one... The imperious curse." Ronald answers.

"Ahhh 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." Moody says as he pops open a jar. Inside lay a spider, Rosalie watched it carefully, her eyes watching it's life count disappear rapidly.

"Hello. What a little beauty." Moody whispers as he uses his wand to send it around the class. "Don't worry. Completely harmless." He says as the class looks unsettled. "But if she bites... she's lethal!"

Rosalie hears Draco laugh from behind her. "What are you laughing at?" Moody questions as he sends the spider onto Draco's face. Draco reacts like anyone else, in fear. "Talented, isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?"

Moody has the spider over a bucket of water, it's wriggling.

"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?" Moody questions us. No one answers. "Another... another... Come on come on. Longbottom is it? Up."

Neville stands.

"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology." Moody says.

"There's the um... The cruciatus curse." Neville says uncomfortably. Rosalie quickly grabs his hand and squeezes it in comfort.

"Correct! Correct! Come, come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse." Moody says and he begins torturing the spider with magic, it squeals.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!" Rosalie cries as she takes Neville into her arms and hugs him. Moody stops. Neville is disturbed. Moody picks up the spider which is still making a noise.

"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Potter?" Moody asks the girl staring him down with a hard look in her eyes.

"The killing cure. Avada Kedavra." She answers instantly a slight snip in her words. "I do believe you don't need to demonstrate it. Its name literally the meaning." She growls as she sees him about to cast the spell. "Let's go Neville, we should see if the house elves might give us some hot chocolate." Rosalie whispers as she takes hers and Neville's belongings, escorting the boy out. 

As the pair made their way to the Great Hall, to mugs of hot chocolate appeared in front of them. "Why would he do that." Neville muttered as he held the mug tightly.

"I don't know." Rosalie whispered as Neville leaned onto her shoulder. "I think he's mad for even demonstrating it to us." She whispered. "Come on, let's go watch people place their names in the goblet." She whispered. Neville nodded and followed, both taking a seat in front of the goblet watching as older students are place their names into the flame and others are applauding, Cedric is one of them.

Suddenly the twins come up cheering. "Thank you thank you, well lads we've done it." George cheered.

"Cooked it up just this morning." Fred stated as he grinned.

"It's not going to work." Rosalie sang, a smirk on her face. Neville holding back his laughter. She knew it wouldn't work. Even though she hates Dumbledore, she knew the man was still brilliant with magic. She loathed at the thought of praising the man. 

"Oh yeah? And why's that Rosalie?" Fred asked as the pair came to stand in front of her.

"You see this?" She questions. "This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" Fred and George asked.

"So Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dim-witted such as an age potion." She said smirking.

"That's why it's so brilliant." George says before standing next to his twin as Rosalie laughs. "Ready Fred?"

"Ready George?"

The two throw back their potions and drink it all. The pair jump inside the age line, and cheer. They put their names in the flame and do a high-five. And just as everyone believed the twins had done it. The flames fire up and they're flung across the room onto the floor. When they get up, they have full heads of grey hair and beards.

"You said..." The pair stuttered. Before throwing themselves at each other. They roll around fighting on the floor and the crowd cheer. The room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the flame.