camellia withlock│draco malfoy ✓

22│the unforgivable curses

CHAPTER 22: the unforgivable curses

Warning! Just as the chapter is called, they are going to be talking about the unforgivable curses. The chapter includes the control, torture and killing off the spider.

"Alastor Moody," he writes his name on the board. "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 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?"

Hermione raises her hand from beside Melia, "Three sir."

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will..." she gets cut off.

"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. 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, you need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr Finnigan!"

Finnigan takes the gum back, "Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head." Mad-Eye throws the chalk across the room in anger.

"So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!" Ron gets up from his chair, almost shaking from nervousness.

"Yes..."

"Give us a curse."

"Well, my dad did tell me about one... The imperious curse."

"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."

Mad-Eye pops open a jar with a spider in it. With his wand, he sends it around the class, "If she bites... she's lethal," Draco laughs and the spider gets sent towards him and he starts screaming. Melia doesn't even look his way. She has seen this before many times anyways. She's dreading the next curse.

"Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?" Mad-Eye has the spider over a bucket of water, it's wriggling. "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse." I wish that was my case... "But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another.. another.. Come on come on. Longbottom is it? Up."

He gets up from the chair, just as nervous as Ron was earlier, "There's the um... The cruciatus curse." Melia flinches at the name of it.

"Correct! Correct! Particularly nasty. The torture curse." Mad-Eye places the spider down on Neville's desk and starts to torture it with magic. The spider squeals and both Melia and Neville are having a hard time. Hermione notices this.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering them, stop it!" she souths at him. Draco looks at Melia wishing he was sitting beside her, but she insisted on sitting with Hermione. Mad-Eye stops and picks up the spider. He places it on Melia and Hermione's desk.

"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger," she shakes her head, no. "What about you Miss Withlock?" Melia doesn't say anything, she just looks at the spider with sorrow in her eyes. I'm sorry you had to go through what I went through. Then a green light erupts from Mad-Eye's wand and the spider is dead. A tear runs down Melia's cheek, which she wipes away fast.

"The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room," he approaches Harry's desk and takes a drink. The class is dismissed, but Melia is asked to wait behind. Mad-Eye speaks to Neville before talking to her. Both Hermione and Draco said that they would wait, but she said it's fine and that they can just go. Hermione went, but Draco was a little harder to pursue. He eventually left. When Neville walked out she gave him a smile of sympathy, then she walked into the classroom. Mad-Eye or should I say Crouch jr.? She walks to the front where he is standing and puts on her death eater face.

"His name has been placed in the Goblet. Everything is working so far." Melia looks at him before nodding her head, then she just stares at him waiting for him to say more which he doesn't. She walks towards the door but gets stopped by his voice.

"You're just going to walk away?!" she smirks at him and walks out. When she's completely out of sight, she collapses on one of the walls. That took a lot of energy out of her. God, this is going to be a long year...

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People are sitting in the great hall looking at the students who are putting their names in the Goblet. Two of the people sitting there were Melia and Hermione. Melia is sitting one step down from Hermione and is leaning on 'Mione's legs with closed eyes. Her sleep gets interrupted by a group of Hufflepuff boys. One of them, Cedric, puts his name in. Ron and Harry come into the room and sit beside the two girls.

Ron then speaks up, "Eternal glory, be brilliant wouldn't it? In three years from now, we'll be old enough to be chosen."

"Yeah well rather you than me," he answers, then the twins come up cheering.

George waves his hands as to silence the hall, "thank you thank you, well lads we've done it."

"Cooked it up just this morning." Fred puts in.

"It's not going to work," 'Mione says in a sing-song voice and Melia nods in agreement.

"Oh yeah? And why's that Granger, Withlock?"

"You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" they say in unison.

"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion."

"That's why it's so brilliant."

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George?"

They jump inside the age line and cheer. They put their names in the flame and do a high-five. The flame fires up and they're flung across the room onto the floor. When they get up, they have full heads of grey hair and beards. They roll around fighting on the floor and the crowd cheers. The room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the flame. He looks at Hermione and winks, she smiles.

(A/N) Some of the lines in this chapter are from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire movie script, which mean that I don't own it. Everything else is written by me.