I Kneel Before No One | Harry Potter

F O U R T E E N

T H A T night, Evanora stood before the Goblet; everyone else in the castle had fallen asleep. The language inscribed on the Goblet looked familiar; she just had to get close enough to the Goblet to see.

Evanora stepped over the age line and waited to see if she would be thrown back. After a few seconds, she wasn't, further proving the Goblet had something to do with her or her family, and not even an age line could keep her out.

She looked up at the writing, squinting her eyes to see the writing better in the dark room. "Dragonlord writing: I knew it."

She used her fingers, casting a levitation spell on herself; she was right in front of the writing.

"Bearer of secrets, tread with care, destiny's path only you shall dare. Through flames of fate, discern the way, for you alone can change the game they play - Avalon Emrys."

Evanora furrowed her brow; she had no idea what that meant. She didn't know why her family spoke everything in riddles; she even found herself doing it now.

She lowered herself to the ground; she could pick out certain parts. Bearer of secrets had to be the Emrys; in general, the family itself was made of secrets, and that extended to its members.

They had to be careful with what they shared; so that was "tread with care." The flames of fate were the Goblet's fire. The only thing she couldn't understand was "destiny's path only you shall dare" and "discern the way, for you alone can change the game they play."

Unless it was the fact that the little voice that be whispering in her ear when she gets a vision, tempting her to change destiny's path.

However, all of that was just theory, but one thing she knew for certain was that Avalon was Merlin's son. She wanted to know what could've made Avalon created or help create such a thing.

Evanora decided to dwell on things later and make her way back to the dungeons; she couldn't stop time any longer.

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"Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new defense against the dark arts teacher. Any questions?"

He nodded his head before continuing, "when it comes to dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. First, can any of you tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"

"Three, sir," Hermione said.

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable," Hermione's voice changed pitch. "The use of any one of them—"

Moody cut her off, "will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct. The minister says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different!"

Evanora was very confused; she had no idea why this Moody would be teaching unforgiving curses to a bunch of light wizards who'd never cast them and on top of that the dark wizards who could cast them.

"Weasley! Stand!" Ron slowly stood from his chair. "Give us a curse."

"My dad did tell me about one: the Imperius curse."

"He would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite the trouble, with that years ago. Perhaps this will show you why."

Moody went over to a jar, taking about a spider. "Imperio."

Moody controlled the spider, bouncing it around to student to student.

"This is not a laughing moment." Evanora leaned over to Alexa.

Suddenly, everyone stopped laughing when Moody went to drown the spider. "Scores of witches and wizards claimed they only do You-Know-Who's bidding only the influence of the Imperius curse. Give me another."