𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 dakota dursley is exiled from her family when she receives an acceptance letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
➳ hermione granger x female oc
➳ sorcerer's stone ~ deathly hallows
➳ di...
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CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE unforgivable curses
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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇 the next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She'd been worried about who their new teacher would be since Professor Lupin resigned, but with a respected Auror like Alastor Moody teaching them, she was hopeful that it would be another successful year in this class.
"Alastor Moody." Mad-Eye picked up a piece of chalk and began to write 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." He placed his hands behind his back. "Any questions?"
Dakota smiled, sitting up a little straighter so she wasn't slouching. "I like him already," she whispered to Hermione, who chuckled a little and shook her head.
Mad-Eye's electric blue fake eye scanned the room of students for a moment before continuing, "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?"
Lyra frowned, swallowing nervously. She glanced down at her lap, anxiously picking at the skin around her fingernails as Hermione answered that there were three. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on her five senses instead of the unpleasant memories from her childhood flooding back at the mention of the Unforgivable Curses.
"And they are so named?" Mad-Eye asked, scribbling on the board.
"Because they are unforgivable," Hermione said as Aliyah took Lyra's hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "The use of any one of them will—"
"Earn you a one way ticket to Az-ka-ban. Correct." Mad-Eye faced the class again, a mad gleam in his eyes. "Now, the Ministry says you're too young to see what these spells do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared!" He turned back to the board, writing again. "You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!"
Everyone turned to look at Seamus, who whispered, "No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head."
Mad-Eye whirled around and threw the chalk at him. "And hear across classrooms! . . .So, which curse shall we see first? Weasley!"
Ron jumped. "Y-Yes?"
"Stand," he demanded, and Ron did just that. "Give us a curse."
"Well. . .my did did tell me about one," Ron said, his voice wavering a little. "The Imperius Curse."
"There is a very easy way to fix your behaviour, Lyra Marceline," Bellatrix growled, grabbing the small girl by the collar of her shirt. "You've already brought great shame to this family, and I will not allow you to tarnish the family name any more by running around with that filthy Mudblood. You are to end the friendship immediately."
