My Lover (Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader)

Chapter 4: Three Unforgivable Curses and Aging Potion

I woke up this morning as I had potions and DADA today.  When I got ready I decided not to wear any of my perfume today. Today, I am just not feeling like wearing it.  I went down to the common room where the twins and Lee were already waiting for me. "Good morning boys." I greeted them. "Good morning." They all replied. 

We all walked down to the great hall together for breakfast. I wonder how DADA class will go today since we have a new Professor.  I miss it when Uncle Remus was the DADA teacher. He would always give me chocolate at the end of class.  And whenever I needed to talk to someone he was always here. It will feel weird having another teacher. Plus Uncle Remus always helped me whenever something in class would get too hard.  I really wish he didn't resign.  He was and is truly the best DADA teacher. 

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"Alastor Moody."  Professor Moody greeted everyone. It was currently Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I was sitting beside Fred. George and Lee were sitting together. On the way to the class the boys would not stop talking about how excited they are that Mad-Eye Moody is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.  It was almost like Ron talking about Viktor Krum.  

"Ex-Auror. Ministry malcontent. And your new Defense 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?"  Professor Moody asked the class, no one was responding to his question. 

Since no one was responding to the question, might as well respond. I know the answer so it wouldn't hurt. "Three sir." I answered. "Nice one Y/N." I heard Lee whisper from behind me. "Nice one Ms. Black, and why are they so named?" Professor Moody questioned. I knew the answers because dad had told me them to which Uncle Remus didn't think was a good idea.  I knew the family that I came from.  How almost most of them all support Voldemort. Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Ted don't know. Neither does my second cousin Nymphadora Tonks.  

"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will..." I started, "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." Moody said. 

"Mr. Weasley give us a curse."  Moody said. "Which twin?" The twins both asked in unison. "Erm-George."  Moody replied. Fred sighed in frustration as he probably wanted to be picked. "My dad did tell me about one." George said. "Oh, and which one?" Professor Moody asked. "The imperious curse." He replied.  "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 said before going back over to his desk. 

He looks around his desk before picking up a jar that had a spider sitting inside of it. Professor Moody popped open the jar and took the spider out.  "Hello. What a little beauty." He cooed at the spider.  I also noticed that on his desk were other jars of spiders. Probably for the other classes. 

Moody used his wand to make the spider grow larger and then he pointed his wand back again at the spider.  "Imperio!" He yelled, he then made the spider fly around the room.  "Imagine if Ron saw that spider." I whispered to Fred who just chuckled a bit in reply. 

Professor Moody made the spider jump around the classroom, go on people's faces. At one point he was switching between the twins as he made the spider go on both of the twin's faces. Everyone was laughing at what was happening. "What are you laughing at?" He questioned before sending the spider on my hair. "Fred, get it off." I said, I was not a fan of spiders.  The whole class was laughing.  

"Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?" Professor Moody questioned as he made the spider hover over a bucket of water.  The class was now quiet. There was no longer any laughter.