❝𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.❞
Jupiter Black has been isolated from the outside world her entire life up until the age of thirteen. During a duel with her mother, Jupiter tragically witnesses her death and flees from h...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 5
"ALASTOR MOODY." Moody says as he writes his name on the board. "Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?"
His artificial eye scans around the room. "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?" Moody asks us and I suck in a breath.
"Three, sir." And they've all been used on me. "And they are so named?" He asks again, his attention fully towards me. "Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will-" Hermione says and gets cut off by the Professor who mumbles as he writes on the board.
"-Earn you a one-way ticked to Azkaban, correct." He says and turns to look at us. "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!" Moody yells out.
"No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head." Seamus mutters and Mad-Eye launches chalk at him. "And hear across classrooms!" He takes a step away from the board. "So, which curse shall we see first?" A shiver of cold runs through my back and I straighten my posture.
"Weasley!" Moody yells out and Ron flinches. "Yes." He replies instantly with a gulp. "Stand." Ron moves to stand. "Give us a curse." Moody orders. "Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse." My mind is not my own and I remember what my mother forced me to do.
How she forced me to attack muggles at the age of seven, for sport, for her own entertainment. Moody walks to the front of the class, his gaze flickering to me for a second before grabbing a creature from a pot. I'm frozen as I stare at it being forced around the room.
It lands in my hands and I stare at it. I know how it feels to not be in control of your body. The spider moves from my hands and over to the window before she gets held over a bucket of water.
"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?" His gaze moves to my face. "Miss Black?" He asks and everyone turns to look at me.
"The Cruciatus Curse." I say to him and he nods. "Correct, correct. Come, come." He motions for me to move forwards and I move from my seat, walking over to him. He holds his wand over the spider, gritting out the spell. I watch as the bug squeals in agony.
My entire body burns and needles stab my brain and knives stab my body. I can hear my screams, my screams of agony and I watch the bug scream in pain. I make no face, forcing my body to be hard, and blank.
"Stop it! Can't you see its bothering her?! Stop it!" Hermione stops and I let out a blink. The bug cowers and I move to sit myself back in my seat, numb. I can't focus on anything. I twist the ring on my finger and watch as Moody kills the bug with the killing curse. My scar burns but I don't move, not even to itch the burning skin.
"The Killing Curse. Only two people are known to have survived it." He says and the class frowns. Monody's attention is completely focused on me. "And she has survived the use of all unforgivable curses." I take a glance at him. How does he know? "And the other." He moves to stand over at Harry. Moody watches him and takes a sip from his drink.
