You're Not Alone-Hermione Granger(Currently Editing)

Seventy-Six

TW- Panic Attack, Torture

Draco and Juniper take their seats in one of the middle rows of the classroom of their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Draco grumbling to himself as he wrote in his notebook while Juniper doodled idly. Draco had been dreading this class ever since Moody humiliated him in front of the entire school, which had only happened two days prior to this class. He apparently had gotten detention for about a month with Professor Moody himself and Moody hasn't been very kind on him.

Juniper was curious though. She heard good things about him from the Weasley twins and it sounded like an interesting class. No one can top Remus, of course, but she was still interested to see if this Professor could top Professor Lockhart and Professor Quirrell (Not that it was hard to do). She knew Alastor Moody. From when she was younger. He was friends with her father. She had seen him a couple times before, but never talked to him personally. Did she think he would be fit for a Professor role, though? Well, she was about to find out.

Professor Moody makes his way into the classroom, stumping up to the front, his fake eye swiveling all around the classroom as he headed up towards the front. "You can put those away, those books. You won't need them" He growls out before taking a seat at his desk. Everyone puts their books away, Draco stuffing his in his bag, his face still sour.

He starts to take roll then, calling out each of the students names, his regular eyes sliding down the list while his magical eye stayed on each student that spoke. After roll call, he moves to stand in front of the chalkboard at the front of the classroom, looking at everyone. "Alastor Moody." He starts off. He grabs a piece of chalk, starting to write his name down as he continued to speak.

"Ex-Auror...Ministry Malcontent..." He turns back to the class. "And your new Defense Against the Dark Art teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me to be. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" No one spoke, just listened, watching him. "When it come to the Dark Arts...I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" Moody wonders. "Three, sir" Hermione calls out and Moody turns back to the board, starting to write 'Unforgivable curse'.

"And they are so named?" "Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will-" "Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct" Moody finishes for her. Juniper looks over at Hermione, smiling and Draco elbows her, rolling his eyes. "What?" "Stop looking at her like some love-sick puppy" Draco scoffs. "I am not!" Juniper whispers, though she was blushing. "Sure" Draco turns back to the front, his arms crossed as he glared at Moody.

"Now," Moody turns back to look at them. "The Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different!" He taps on the desk he was stood in front of, his outburst making some of the kids jump slightly. "You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared." he turns back to write something else, his back facing the class as he wrote. "You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!" Everyone turns to look at Seamus, who shakes his head.

"No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head." Seamus whispers to his seatmate in disbelief. Moody turns then and chucks an eraser, Seamus just dodging it while everyone else ducks to not get hit. "And hear across classrooms!" Everyone turns back to look at Moody again. "So, which curse shall we see first?" He wonders. People start to raise hands then, Moody's eye landing on Ron's hesitant hand. He points and Ron clears his throat, answering tentatively.

"Well...my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius 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" Moody heads back towards the front and towards one of the tables which Juniper had just noticed. It was filled with different insects and such, trapped in jars. He goes for one though, pulling off the lid. "Hello" He scoops the spider out of it and into his hand, the class watching him carefully. "Lovely little beauty" Mad-Eye mutters as he looks at the spider.