I sat next to Fred and George in the DADA classroom. As the rest of the students filed into the classroom, Moody walked down from his office, limping. "Alastor Moody." He writes his name on the board and then looks back at us. Angie was sitting on the other side of me as she prepared to take notes. "Ministry malcontent. And your new defence against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" When no one raised their hands, he continued. "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?" Angie and I shared a look. This was never a topic that I thought would come up in DADA. or maybe it was just a topic I never wanted to come up. My leg started bouncing as Angie raised her hand.
"Three sir."
"And they are so named?" He asked and she nodded.
"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will earn someone a ticket to Azkaban." Angie told him.
"Correct. Now 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." He told us, as he walked around the front of the classroom. "So, which curse shall we see first? Weasley!" Moody shouted, all eyes finding the twins.
"Which one?" They asked at the same time, making me giggle. Moody looks back at them and shrugs.
"That one." He points to Fred, who nods.
"Well, my dad did tell me about one... The imperious curse." I gulped silently as I stared back at Professor Moody.
"Ahhh yes, your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why." Moody pops open a jar with a spider in it. After speaking the curse, he uses his wand to send it around the class. Most of us are nervous. I can feel it as the spider passes over people's faces or nears them. "Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?" Moody has the spider over a bucket of water. It's wriggling, dying to escape this curse. "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars?" No one raises their hand to answer the next question. "Johnson is it?" Angie looks up and nods as Moody stares at her.
"The cruciatus curse." She answers simply, wanting to get this over with. My l;eg is still bouncing as Moody's eyes focus on me for a second before moving back to the spider.
"Correct! Correct! Come come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse." Moody begins to torture the spider after saying the curse. We can hear it squeal in pain. After a few more seconds of hearing that noise, I can see people around me tense up.
"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering everyone, stop it!" I yell at him standing up. Moody stops, staring back at me as I shake slightly under his stare.
"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Black, since you're quite familiar with it. Rumour has it that there was another person there on the day Harry Potter lived." He walked away from me, telling the story to the whole class. "A girl was there with her mother. Hid in the closet but she saw everything happen. She saw her mother die right in front of her." I glared at the Professor, trying not to break down in front of the whole class but it was getting harder as I felt my throat close up, the tears drawing in my eyes. "Isn't that right, Miss Black?" He stares at me as I nod slowly, not knowing what else to say or do. "What was that last curse?" He asked, smirking a little as he walked closer to me. I shook my head.
"There is something seriously wrong with you." I yelled at Moody before shaking my head, grabbing my bag as I ran out of the classroom, the tears falling down my face as I heard Moody mutter the curse. Avada Kedavra rang in my ears as I walked a little quicker.
"Mira!" I heard someone yell after me. I knew it was George, even before I turned around and saw him. I didn't try and hide my pain as I let the tears continue to fall. I let George hug me tightly as we sank to the ground, my tears staining his robes. But we just stayed there for a couple of minutes until I wanted to get up. Then we moved to the common room, where George made us a cup of tea as we sat there silently. My head rested on his shoulder as we watched the fire, neither of us talking. He only left me once that day and only so he could talk to McGonagall and tell her what happened. She gave us the rest of the day off, which I was glad for.
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Days had passed since the events of DADA and since that class, I have stayed completely silent in Moody's class. I refuse to talk and I sit in the back of the class, which I have never done before. Fred stayed up with Angie, since he didn't want her to be alone, but George moved to the back with me. He was made for the back row. He always makes jokes and writes me notes during class to distract me. He showed me his notes for the aging potion he was working on with Fred, so that they could put their names in the Goblet of Fire. I thought it was too simple but George said that that was the whole point. So when the day came that people were putting their names in the goblet, Hermione and I were first set on the chairs to see what would happen. Most of the students who were putting their names in the goblet were older, like 7th years. Cedric sent me a smile as he put his name in the fire. I smiled back, and Hermione nudged me, making me laugh. "What?" I asked her, rolling my eyes.
"Cedric likes you." She giggled again and I shook my head.
"It doesn't matter. I don't like him." She rolls her eyes.
"You know, if George doesn't make a move soon, Cedric will." Even before she said it, I knew it was true. Everyone's attention gravitates towards the doors as George and Fred come running in, cheering.
"Thank you thank you. Well lads we've done it." George said. I saw him smiling at everyone before he turned to me and winked. I smiled back at him, shaking my head.
"Cooked it up just this morning." Fred told everyone. From beside me, I heard Hermione chuckle.
"It's not going to work." She sang, smirking as the boys looked at each other before sitting next to us.
"Oh yeah? And why's that Granger." Fred asked her. Hermione looked at me and then shut her book, pointing at the circle around the goblet.
"You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself." Fred and George looked at each other, shrugging.
"So?" George questions her, acting as though the line isn't that big of a deal. I roll my eyes at him as he throws an arm over my shoulders.
"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion." The twins both nod.
"That's why it's so brilliant." George told the two of us, smiling.
"Because it's so incredibly dimwitted." Fred replied, winking at the both of us as they got up.
"Ready Fred?" Fred nodded.
"Ready George?" They both drink the potions, making sure to drink all of it before they put the small beakers in their robe pockets as they dig out the papers with their names on it. Then they jump over the line. When nothing happens, everyone cheers. They throw their names into the fire and high five, still cheering. The flame has other plans though, as it fires up and shoots their names back at them, hitting both the twins. They are flung across the floor and everyone watches as they start to age, growing full heads of grey hair and beards. I gasp as I stand up, rushing over to the two of them.
"You said..." George started as he looked at the two of them.
"You said..." Fred repeated. Then the two of them were rolling on the floor, fighting as the crowd cheered. I rolled my eyes, grabbing both of the boys by the ears, making them stand up. The room went quiet as Krum walked in, sending a smile towards Hermione, much to my surprise, dropping his name in the fire at the same time. Then he walked out before anyone said anything and I dragged Fred and George to the hospital wing. They bickered the entire way there.
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Daughter of Black
FanfictionShe was named after both her parents. On her father's side of the family, it was tradition that they were named after stars - Mira. Her mother's name was Arabella so her father gave her part of her mother's name as well. He wanted part of both of th...
