The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)

4.11 (Uncle James)

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"Love is not seen from the eyes, but from the mind. And therefore, the wing'd cupid is painted blind"
- Shakespeare

THIRD PERSON POV

The Gryffindor fourth years were looking forward to Moody's first lesson so much that they arrived early on Thursday lunch time and queued up outside his classroom before the bell had even rung.The only person missing was Hermione, who turned up just in time for the lesson."Been in the —"

"Library." Harry finished her sentence for her. "C'mon, quick,or we won't get decent seats." They hurried into seven chairs right in front of the teacher's desk, took out their copies of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self Protection, and waited, unusually quiet.

Soon they heard Moody's distinctive clunking footsteps coming down the corridor, and he entered the room, looking as strange and frightening as ever.

"You can put those away," he growled, stumping over to his desk and sitting down, "those books. You won't need them." Moody took out a register, shook his long mane of grizzled gray hair out of his twisted and scarred face, and began to call out names, his normal eye moving steadily down the list while his magical eye swiveled around, fixing upon each student as he or she answered.

"Another practical class, god why can't our teachers be this cool" Rabastan whined shaking Regulus hand who swatted him off. 

"Right then," he said, when the last person had declared themselves present, "I've had a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you've had a pretty thorough grounding in tackling Dark creatures — you've covered boggarts, Red Caps, hinkypunks,grindylows, Kappas, and werewolves, is that right?"

There was a general murmur of assent. "But you're behind — very behind — on dealing with curses," said Moody. "So I'm here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other. I've got one year to teach you how to deal with Dark —"

"One year? He won't be permanent too?" Lily wondered out. 

"What, aren't you staying?" Ron blurted out. Moody's magical eye spun around to stare at Ron; Ron looked extremely apprehensive, but after a moment Moody smiled — the first time Harry had seen him do so.

"You'll be Arthur Weasley's son, eh?" Moody said. "Your father got me out of a very tight corner a few days ago. Yeah, I'm staying just the one year. Special favor to Dumbledore, One year,and then back to my quiet retirement."

"It's the dark arts curse, no teacher is bound to stay here for more than a year" Adalyn whispered shaking her head. "Either that or it's just our bad luck, like Moony was the best teacher we ever got" Harry whispered back but shut his mouth when he saw Moody's magical eyes staring straight at him.

"So — straight into it. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I'm supposed to teach you countercurses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like until you're in the sixth year. You're not supposed to be old enough to deal with it till then. But Professor Dumbledore's got a higher opinion of your nerves, he reckons you can cope, and I say, the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. How are you supposed to defend yourself against something you've never seen? A wizard who's abou tto put an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it nice and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and watchful."