"And who can tell me the three unforgivable curses?" Professor Moody scanned the class room, staring down at a cluster of horrified students.
"Anybody?!" He was getting restless.
"You!" He pointed at a younger student in the class. He quickly stood up and stuttered.
"B-but theyre...unforgivable!"
"Not now they ain't." He continued to scan the classroom, trying to find a worthy subject. His eyes landed on you, who was staring up ahead at George Weasley. This entire class was literal child's play for you, there wasn't any need to pay attention.
"And here we have a veteran," he stepped closer to your side of the class.
"Ms. Lestrange. Why don't you step forward." You rolled your eyes. You stepped down the aisle. As you approached the from you hear children whispering along side you.
"Of course SHE can do them."
"Bet she doesn't have a problem with it either."
That one made you stop. You turned and saw two younger students next to each other, whispering.
"You're damn right I don't." You glared down at them. " so watch out."
He won't lie, George was a little turned on. You kept walking forward.
"One more threat from you and its detention. Now, name the three curses for me."
"Why? Won't I be sent to Azkaban?" You just wanted to mess with him, and he knew it.
"Not right now. If you can't, I'll get another student."
"They aren't called unforgivable for nothing, professor. If they are forgivable under certain circumstances, then they shouldn't be called unforgivable."
The class lightened up a little. They were laughing, both with you and at your stupidity. George turned around and stared down those two students at the back who were still whispering. He drew his finger across his throat, and turned back around, leaving the girls in quite a shock.
"I'm not asking for sass, Ms. Lestrange."
"Cruciatus, Imperius, and Avada Kadavra." You raised an eyebrow.
"Good, sit down." You turned and strutted back to your seat, winking past George.
"Now who has ever had the misfortune of witnessing them." He turned to the class, his real and glass eye staring off in different directions.
Nobody raised their hands, except for you.
"Y/n and Harry. No surprise." You turned and saw Harry, who's hand was in the air.
"Oh yeah."
You remembered the Imperius curse well. Your mother had used it on you on two separate occasions. Once to strike some fear into your heart, and the other to teach you a lesson. You didn't talk about it that much, not even with George.
"Then you both now what's about to happen."
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Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange
FanfictionBeing a Lestrange meant a lot of things. It means that you are smart, powerful, hated almost everywhere and expected to receive the dark mark once your mother deems you worthy. But you didn't want that. So you ran away. After escaping, you found you...
