Lady Potter (Severus x reader)

Chapter 26

'I'm Alastor Moody'. He turned to the blackboard. 'Ex-auror, I'm your new defense against the dark arts teacher, I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end, any questions'?

No one said anything, we all just sat there, staring at him.

'Now, can anyone tell me how many unforgivable curses there are'?

'3, sir', Hermione answered.

'And they are so named'? Mad-eye wrote on the blackboard.

'Because they are unforgivable, the use of anyone one of them will-'

'Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct. Now the Ministry says your too young to see what these curses do, I say different, you need to know what your up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find another place to put your chewing gum beside the underside of your desk, Mr Finnigan'.

'Oh, no way, the old carter can see at the back of his head'. Moody threw a chalk in his direction.

'I'm here across classrooms, so which curse should we say first? Weasley! Stand'! Ron stood from his seat. 'Give us a curse'.

'Well, my dad did tell me about one, the imperious curse'.

'Oh yeah, 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'.

I played with the black ring on my finger watching everyone screamed. He made the spider return to his hand before looking at the class again.

'Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did you know who's bidding, under the influence of the imperious curse but here's the rub how do we sort out the lairs, another, another'.

Most students in the class raised their hands up.

'Longbottom is it'? Neville stood up. 'Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology'. Neville nodded.

'T-there's the um, the cruciatus curse'.

'Correct, come, come, partially nasty, the torture curse, crucio'.

The spider started whining. It was like I almost felt its pain as well including Neville who stood next to Mad-eye. Pictures flashed in my head.

'Stop it, stop it, can't you see it's bothering him', I heard Hermione yell. The screaming stopped then I felt eyes on me.

When I looked up, it was the Professor.

'Perhaps you like to give the last curse, Miss Potter'. Without standing I spoke.

'The killing curse'.

'Yes, come up, come up'.

I stood from my seat and walked over to him.

'Maybe you like to demonstrate this one'. I shook my head. The subject of the killing curse affected me more than Harry. It always reminded me of my parent's death.

'No, Avada Kedavra'. Instantly, the spider lay dead on the desk. 'Only one person is known to have survived it and his in here, in this very room'. While I stared at the dead spider, Moody went somewhere, assuming it is Harry.

'Miss Potter'. I lifted my head to see the Professor. 'Class is dismissed'.

When I turned around, everyone was gone already. I took my messenger bag and swung it over my head.

'Is everything alright? Nothing bothering you'?

'No sir'. I headed to the door from which Snape just came in from.