After a week or two sense Dumbledore's announcement, I walk down the hall, my best friend Esther Fawley at my side, as we walk through the crowded halls in attempt to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts class on time. Everyone has been raving about how cool Moody's classes are, so I was hoping we wouldn't be late.
But see, you might me judging me right now because I have a friend. Yes, I have a friend. But she's like me. She hates muggles and mudbloods, and is good company to stop me from driving myself crazy.
Sometimes, when I'm left alone for too long, I get too deep into my thoughts it's hard to get out. It might take days to get me back to normal. And by normal, I mean my usual, muggle-hating, narcissistic, pessimistic attitude with an abnormal obsession with writing down random quotes. Not normal to anyone but me.
We reach Moody's classroom rather early, so we grab back seats, so he won't be able to see me write in my notebook, and sit and wait for the rest of the class to come.
Once everyone arrives, Moody starts his lesson off with immediately explaining what we will be doing today. "So," He begins, his eyes resting on me, causing a chill to go up my spine. Can he see my notebook, which I currently have clothed in my hands under my desk? I sure hope not.
"Today, we will be learning the three unforgivable curses. Anyone know what they are? Granger, yes you."
Hermione Granger clears her throat before saying, "They are curses no no can use. If you do it will-"
"Get you a one way ticket to Azkaban, yes." He finishes her sentence. "Now, does anyone here know an unforgivable curse? Yes, Weasley, is it?"
Shakily, Ronald Weasley, a 4th year Gryffindor stands from his desk. "The imperius curse?"
"Correct!" Moody grumbles, before taking out a huge spider from a glass jar. I watch, interested, as he taps his wand on the spider saying; "Imperio!" Suddenly, as in under a trance, the spider hovers around the room, landing on random people's heads.
I open my notebook. "Imperio!"- Alastor (Mad-Eye Moody), ex-Auror, Professor. Circumstance: We were learning the three unforgivable curses. This is the first one, which appears to put people under the castors biddings. Still waiting for
"Crouch!" Moody yells from the from of the front of the room, stopping me mid-sentence. He wobbles over here with his cane and artificial leg, and examines my shocked face with his freaky eye. Dude, personal space please. "What's that?" He grumbles, pointing at my leather-covered notebook.
"Oh, this?" I giggle nervously. How was I suppose to explain this to Moody without looking like a freak? Well, this class is basically filled with mudbloods and blood traitors anyways. Even Draco Malfoy, a pureblood Slytherin. It's obvious he has the hots for Hermione Granger, a mudblood Gryffindor. Stupid Malfoys.
"This is just a little notebook I carry around." I explain drafty.
"Is it really?" Moody says, his eye staring at the cover. "It appears to be full of quotes. Some of mine. What's the point?" Everyone in the classes eyes are staring at me, looking completely weirded out. It's like they've never seen a quote book before. Idiots.
"Well, it can be...informative." I say barley louder than a whisper. "I got the idea-"
"From your brother, I know." Moody finishes my sentence for me. I blink in confusion. How did he know that? But before I can interrogate him about it, he asks me, "Perhaps you know another unforgivable curse, Crouch?"
"Er, the cruciatus curse?" I say, unsure. Father had told me a bit about that one. That is the curse that Barty had preformed, which got him thrown in Azkaban.
"Correct! Now, watch this." He limps up to the front, grabs the spider, points his wand tip at it, and says firmly, "Crucio!"
Immediately, the spider begins to twitch uncontrollably. I can almost hear it screaming in pain. Well, if it could scream, it would. See, the cruciatus curse is a torture curse. It gives the person that is casted on suck unbearable pain, that can sometimes drive the person insane. That's what happened to Frank and Alice Longbottom, (I know, worst last name in history) two Aurors. The people my brother, along with a couple other death eaters tortured.
Their son, Neville Longbottom, is a Gryffindor in my year. He is utterly terrified of me, and refuses to speak with me.
"STOP IT!" Someone yells from behind me. I turn around to see that it's mudblood Hermione Granger. "STOP IT!" She repeats. Reluctantly, Moody lifts the curse.
"Would you like to give us the last curse, Miss Granger?" Moody asks (more like demands), his voice calmer that usual.
Tearfully, Granger shakes her head. Sighing, Moody points his wand at the spider. "Avada Kedavra!" A bright green streak of light shoots out of Moody's wand, and the spider falls dead.
"The killing curse." He mumbles. "Only one is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room." All our heads turn to a certain black haired boy with bright green eyes, thin horn-rimmed glasses, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead: Harry Potter.
Stupid Potter.
He gets more attention that he deserves. He was a freaking baby when he destroyed the Dark Lord! It didn't require bravery, agility, knowledge, or basically anything.
Plus, he's only a half-blood.
But still:
Leave it to Harry Potter to draw everyone's attention.
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