It Was Always Going to End This Way

Unforgivable.

Y/N POV

I was actually interested in what Defense Against the Dark Arts would be like this year. So far it's been vastly different each school year with always having new teacher but Moody seemed to have a lot less of a "teacher vibe" then normal so this should be interesting.

I walked into class with Hermione and took the seat next to her. It's not like I really had a choice, she would have made me sit with her to make sure I don't fall asleep but I wasn't complaining.

As the whole class settled in their seats as Professor Moody walked to the front of the class and began talking.

"Alastor Moody." He said.

"Ex-Auror...Ministry malcontent...and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He said while he turned around and wrote "Moody" on the chalkboard.

"I'm here, Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end." He bluntly stated. "Any questions?"

The whole room was quiet, almost as everyone was afraid to speak in fear of being crucified.

"When it comes to the Dark Arts..I believe in a practical approach."

I heard Ron gulp in the silent room and turned to see his face looking as if he was going to piss himself if Moody noticed him sitting there.

"But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" He asked the entire class.

"Three, sir." Hermione said immediately, breaking the silence. I laugh to myself. 

She literally can't not answer a question one matter how tense the room is. Ridiculous.

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable." She answered again, but this time her voice cracked. I didn't like where this was going. I had a gut feeling this wasn't going to end well, and my gut hasn't been wrong yet.

"The use of any one of them will-" she continued, her voice shaking as I watched her.

"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct" he finished her sentence.

"Now the Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I SAY DIFFERENT ! He yelled at the class. ''YOU NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU'RE 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!" He said while turned around facing the chalkboard.

The entire class turns towards the back of the room to see Seamus frozen in the motion of putting gum under his desk. I laugh a little and turn back around.

"Ah no way. The old codger can see out the back of his head." Seamus says in a whisper.

Then I see a piece of chalk flying at my head and I quickly duck out of the way letting it sail behind me. 

WHAT THE FUCK MAN!

"AND HEAR ACROSS CLASSROOMS! He yelled at Seamus.

"So, which curse shall we see first?" He said moving on like nothing happened.

"WEASLEY!"

"Yes?" Ron looked up face full of dread.

"STAND!"

Ron stands slowly looking like he feared for his life.

"Give us a curse."

"Well, my, my dad did tell me about one."

"Mm?"

"The Imperius Curse."

"Ah, yeah, your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show why." Moody makes his way to a desk in the room. I glance over at Hermione who looks extremely worried. I moved my hand under the desk and placed it on one of her hands that was gripping her robes with full force. I look back towards Moody not wanting to make eye contact with her out of nervousness for my actions. I see out of my peripheral she looks over at me quickly then back to Moody, but I feel her hand release tension and see the worry on her face lessen.