Chapter 27 - Defense Against the Dark Arts

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(SAVANNA's POV)

"I'll see you later." George said as he squeezed my hand.
"Yeah, I better get to DADA, can't miss any more classes, can I?" I asked, smiling and he smiled back.

When George went on his way to meet up with Fred and Lee, I walked towards the other end and found myself face-to-face with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Come on, DADA." Harry said as I nodded and joined them.

It felt kind of weird walking with these three. Most of the time, it's always been them walking to the classes together or just hanging out. Harry turned to look at me.

"What's up? You look tired." he said.
"Just a long walk from my other class to this class." I said.
"Don't you have Muggle Studies?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I did." I answered.
"Muggle Studies is just what..three classrooms away from DADA?" Hermione asked and I mentally facepalmed. I blushed.
"Nothing." I said but I smiled. Traitorous lips and mouth.
"What's up, really?" Ron asked.
"Fine. I skipped Muggle Studies." I answered.
"You did?" Hermione asked, looking scandalized.
"It's been known to happen." I answered, shrugging.
"No way." Ron said and then stopped walking and looked at me.
"What?" I asked as Harry tried not to grin at me. "Fine. I was with George. It was his free period. We talked." I answered, not meeting any of their eyes.

Hermione gave me a searching look while Ron looked away and Harry smirked. I rolled my eyes at Harry and we entered the DADA classroom. I was happy to escape what looked like an inquisition by Harry and Hermione but suddenly felt a bit somber when I realized a year ago, it was Papa Remus who taught this class. I turned to look at Harry, who was looking at me.

"I know." he said and took his seat.

I took mine, the one behind Harry's chair and began to take out my book. Professor Moody called out each of us and then introduced himself and went straight into lesson one -- the Unforgivable Curses. My jaw dropped but I didn't question him at all. I've heard about him, he's the best Auror. I listened as he went on and showed how the three curses look like. I winced when he used the Cruciatus Curse at the spider.

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he barked and we all jumped.

Finally, the bell rang, I re-capped my ink and placed everything in my bag. I followed Hermione, Ron and Harry, who seemed to be thinking deeply. I wanted to talk, but I stopped. I can only imagine what he's thinking and feeling, being shown how the Killing Curse worked. I shook my head as Ron went on to talk about that particular curse.

"Neville." I gently said and squeezed his hand. He looked at me.
"I'm fine." he said and I nodded, although I knew he really wasn't.

I kept my mouth shut as Harry, Hermione and Ron spoke to him, assuming that Neville hasn't told anyone about what happened. When Professor Moody collected Neville, leaving the four of us, we started to walk.

"What's up, Sav?" Harry asked me.
"Nothing." I answered.
"No, really, you seem like you wanted to tell Neville something." he said.
"It's..nothing, Harry, really." I said.
"You sure?" he checked.

But before I could answer, Fred and George appeared and that kind of made me feel relieved, knowing that I don't have to lie to Harry.

"How's Moody?" Fred asked as I sat next to George.
"Brilliant." I said.
"You don't look like it." he said.
"I just..fine. He showed us the Unforgivable Curses." I said.
"Oh." he said. "You've got to admit, it still is brilliant." he added.
"Yeah." I said and I threw a Treacle tart at him, just so he would quit looking at me like I am lying to his face.

"So, see you two at the common room and try to behave, will you?" Fred told George and I.
"She's Black and I'm your twin, Fred. There's no way, we're behaving." George said, chuckling as his twin laughed.

"So, what's up?" he asked, seeing that we're totally alone.
"Nothing." I answered.

(GEORGE's POV)

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 28, 2015 ⏰

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