The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

The Unforgivable Curses

"I see you all slogged down to Flourish & Blotts like good little boys and girls and bought the textbook. Congratulations...it will make a fine doorstop. I'm Alastor Moody, ex-auror, ministry malcontent and your new defense the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" Professor Moody started, everyone looking at him with fear.

"When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. You may wonder what I mean by that. I'll show you. But first, which of you can tell me..." Moody started, getting out a jar and watches the spider moving around in it.

Carson sat there, next to Hermione, nervous for what was about to happen. He had heard about what they were doing today from other years. His mind darted back to his first year, when Quirrell used that spell on him. Carson assumed it was one of those unforgivable curses.

"...how many unforgivable curses there are?" Moody asked, Hermione raising her hand.

"I might've known. Go on, Granger."

"There are three sir, how did you know my name?"

"Your name? I know a bit more than that. You're top of your class correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Naturally inquisitive?"

"Yes..."

"Socially inept?"

"Well..." Hermione trailed off, not knowing if she should agree with him.

"And...muggle born?"

"I'm not going to walk into a room of strangers and not do any background. Constant vigilance!" Moody said, his eyes trailing over every student in the classroom.

Moody looked at Harry and told him, "The devil likes disguises. Never forget that."

"Again Granger. How many curses?"

"Three."

"And they are so named?" The professor asked Hermione.

"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them..." Hermione started to answer, cut off by Moody. "...will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban correct. Now, the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do, but two of you have survived them." Moody states, looking at Harry and Carson.

"I say different. You need to know what you're up against. You need to be prepared. You need to find another place to put your gum besides under your desk Mr. Finnegan." Moody said, not even looking at Seamus.

"Blimey, that old codger can see out of the back of his head..." Seamus whispered to Dean.

"...and hear across classrooms! So. Which curse shall we learn first? Weasley!"

"Y-yes?" Ron asked the professor nervously.

"Give me a curse."

"Well, my dad once told me about one...the imperius curse." Ron told the professor, half stated, half asked.

"I expect your father would know that one. Gave the ministry a fair bit of grief some years ago. Perhaps this will show you why. Imperio." Moody casted, raising his wand at the spider.

The spider leapt from his palm, and ran across the classroom, going up and down windows and across the desks. He puts the spider on Ron's head, who freaked out, before bringing it back into his palm.

"Talented isn't she? What should I have her do next? Jump out a window? Drown herself?" Moody asked, as he hovered the spider over a glass of water.

Carson felt sick to his stomach. The spider looked so scared, begging not to be drowned, and they haven't even done the other two yet. Carson knew one was the killing curse, since he said Harry had survived one of them. He was just nervous for the next one. He felt Hermione slip her hand into his under the desk and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"Loads of wizards and witches claimed they only did you-know-who's bidding while under the imperius curse. Here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars?" Moody states, letting the first curse sink in before asking for another.

"Another! Longbottom is it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology."

Neville gives a shy nod before giving the next curse. "There's...the cruciatus curse."

"Crucio!" Moody said, aiming at the spider once again. Carson felt himself go pale. The curse wasn't on him, but he could still feel the pain he had received from Quirrell/Voldemort. He gripped the desk, his knuckles turning white, and his breathing becoming labored. Carson felt the sweat running down his forehead when Hermione stepped in.

"Stop it! Can't you see its bothering him! Stop it!" Hermione shouted, rubbing Carson's back. Finally, Moody drop's his wand.

"The cruciatus curse, brings the worst amount of pain imaginable, and one of you has already survived it about four times in one go when they were eleven years old." Moody said, staring at Carson with a weird smile.

"Perhaps, you can give us the final curse, Miss Granger?" Hermione glanced at Carson and shook her head.

"Avada Kedavra!" Moody shouted, the spider getting hit with a green light. And just like that, the spider was dead.

"The killing curse. There is no blocking it. Only one person is known to have survived it, and he's sitting in this room." Moody said, staring at Harry.

"Class dismissed!"

"Brilliant isn't he? Completely demented of course, and terrifying to be in the same room with. But he's really been there you know? He's looked evil in the eye." Ron said, thoroughly enjoying that lesson.

"I think he's cruel. Have you looked at Carson and Neville?" Hermione stated, kissing Carson's cheek, and rubbing his back as they walked.

"I'm fine. Just a bit shaken up is all." Carson said, nodding his head like he was trying to convince himself that as well. As they walked down the hall, they passed Neville, who was also quite shaken up from the lesson.

"Neville...are you alright?" Hermione asked gently, going over to Neville. Professor Moody walked by as Hermione approached the boy.

"It's alright sonny. You come with me; we'll have a cup of tea in my office." Moody said, leading Neville away with him and the others walking into the hall.