Small Doses [Draco Malfoy]

7

First class of the year was Moodys class.

"Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror. Ministry Malcontent and your new defence against the dark arts teacher," Moody spoke to the class. "I am 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?"

"Three, sir," Hermione answered a little uneasy.

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will-."

"Will warn you a one way ticket to Azkaban, correct. 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. You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr Finnigan! And hear across classrooms! So which curse shall we see first? Weasley!" Moody shouted out.

"Yes?"

"Stand. Give us a curse."

"We'll, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse," Ron answered.

"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 opened one of his jars, taking out a spider like creature. "Engorgio," he casted a spell on it causing it to be bigger in size. "Imperio!"

He used his wand to toss the spider around towards the students. Placing it on Crabbes head.

"Don't worry. It's completely harmless."

Draco chuckled at Crabbe.

"If she bites, she's lethal. What you laughing at?"

He tossed the spider on Draco. "Get off!"

"Talented inst she. What should I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself? Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did you know who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius curse. But here's the rub: how do we sort out the liars? Another, another." Everyone raised their hands. "Longbottom is it? Up. Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology."

"There's the, the Cruciatus curse," Longbottom answered.

"Correct, correct. Come, come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse. Crucio!"

The spider began to freak out, crying. Everyone seemed bothered by it but not more then Longbottom.

Hermione spoke up, "stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it."

He pulled his wand away. "Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse, Miss Granger." She shook her head no. That was a first. "No? Avada Kedavra!" The spider died on her book. "The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it and he's sitting in this room."

Everyone looked at Harry.

...

It was pouring rain outside. It was the day to place their names in the goblet of fire. Once all names were placed, they all took their seats in the dinning hall.

Ella felt eyes on her, she looked up to see Draco with Crabbe and Goyle. He was looking at her. They hadn't spoke much this year yet.

"Sit down, please. Now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection. The Durnstrang champion is Viktor Krum. The champion for Beauxbations is Fleur Delacour. The Hogwarts Champion Cedric Diggory!"

Something was happening through, another paper flew from the goblet.

"Harry Potter. Harry Potter? Harry Potter!"

Harry walked up, and everyone glared at him. We'll that was surprising.