𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 🌻 | 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 - 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘

-𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬-

THE two students walked their way to the next class, they had spent most of their holidays writing to each other about the world cup, Harry or study notes. Hermione and Moon began discussing the Triwizard Tournaments, Mackenzie didn't dare strike up a conversation about her deal with Fred and Geroge about entering the tasks. She was to help test their jokes shop products, and help heal anyone if it went wrong. As well as assisting them in making an aging potion. In return she would get a share of their winnings from the competition, however, she secretly doubted they would make it that far being underage. 

"There's talk that Diggory is entering," Hermione list off everyone that was rumoured to place their names is the Goblet of Fire. She seemed that excited about it and would bring up the history to the cup and tasks. 

"Yeah, I heard about that. Fleur said she's going to enter." Mackenzie added on as they walked up a set of stairs. 

"She's your friend from Beauxbatons, right." Hermione verify. "Do you miss France?" 

"I mean yes, but if I went back who would babysit Harry," Moon smirked as they entered the classroom early, taking a seat at the front of the class. 

***

"Alastor Moody!" His voice so loud a couple of students jumped in their seats, silence fell over the classroom no one dared to speak.  The one-eyed professor forcefully scribbled his name on the chalkboard. "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?" Moody fiercely turned around his fake eye going berserk waiting for someone to answer. Hermione slowly rose her hand before speaking. 

"Three sir." 

"And they are so named?" 

Hermione seemed nervous about answering the question like she didn't want to get too in-depth with the subject. "Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will-" 

"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!" From writing on the chalkboard he spun around looking directly at the Gryffindor boy who glanced around sheepishly from being caught red-handed. He pulled the gum away from under the table.

"Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head." The snide remark earned him a flying piece of chalk thrown in his direction. Everyone ducked watching Moody in astonishment.

"And hear across classrooms!" The professor snapped back, "So, which curse shall we see first?WEASLEY!" Ron stared at him rather alarmed, his face filled with fright upon hearing his name called. Ron gave a very subtle nod, too terrified to move a muscle. "Stand. Give us a curse." The redhead slow lifted himself from his chair. Trying not to look Professor Moody in the eyes. 

"Well, my dad did tell me about one... The imperious curse." He seemed reluctant to give an answer maybe he knew the dangers of performing such a curse, he'd heard the stories of witches and wizards who had been targeted by the horrible hex. The mad teacher seemed satisfied with his response; he nodded his scar covered face in approval. 

"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 limped back towards his desk, clutching a spider he pointed his wand at it. Muttering 'Imperio' he sent the tranced spider around the classroom, starling the class. He terrorized the students forcing them out of their seats. Draco's laugh echoed throughout the room. "What are you laughing at?" Moody chuckled before sending the poor bug soaring onto the blond's head. His expression rapidly changed to panic, as one of his minions attempted to flick it off. Moon giggled loudly, as she and Hermione watched on in amusement. As soon as the insect left the Slytherin's face he twisted around and looked directly at the blonde Ravenclaw. His murderous glare had no impact on her what so ever. To add to his annoyance, she rose her eyebrows and waved, while putting on her best smirk before she turned back to the front of the class. 

"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? Another.. another.. Come on come on. Longbottom is it? Up." Moon looks worriedly as Neville stands up. "Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology." Neville gives a weak nod. 

"There's the um... The crusiatus curse." 

"Correct! Correct! come come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse." Neville face drops even more as he makes his way to the teacher's desk. Absolute despair and panic grew on his face. Moody points his word at the spider and mutters another curse. The bug squeals like a pig and withers in agony. Neville stares frozen at the creature squirming in pain, his face turns white like he's seen a ghost. He cringes in grieve and torment. Distress filled the air as students watched on. A strange fire lit within Moon, shed never experience before in a sort of trance she hurled herself out of her seat.  

"Stop it! Stop it! You twat! Can't you see it's bothering him!" Moon hollered at the professor everyone's attention turned to her. Moody lost his concentration when he turned to the girl, stopping the torture on the weak insect. Moon's cheeks grew bright red at the attention from everyone, she sat back down a distressed expression covered her pale skin. 

"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Nightshade." Harry could see the pained look upon her face. A pang of sudden guilt fell onto him, dampening his mood. He felt pulled between help Moon and disturbing the interesting class. She shook her head quite terrified of the last curse. Mackenzie had only ever seen the spell being used in her dreams.

"Avada Kedavra!" Her eyes quickly drow closed, the distaste of witnessing another person die was to much. When the young girl reopened her eyes she was met with a limp, unmoving spider. Class finished and she rapidly grabbed her books, dashing out of the room. 

***

"There's a reason those curses are unforgivable, and to perform them in a classroom. I mean did you see Neville's face." Hermione ranted to Mackenzie, however, stopped herself from saying another word when the young Gryffindor boy came into view. 

"Neville?" Mackenzie almost whispered, trying to comfort the disturbed boy. Moody clambered down the stairs towards Neville. 

"Son. You alright?" He grasped the brown-haired boy's shoulder. He turned around, giving him a small nod. Moon glared daggers into the professor, however, he ignored her completely. "Come on, we'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something." Mad-eye Moody tugged Neville along, the young Longbottom looked rather uncomfortable. 

"I'll come too," Moon linked arms with Neville and followed them.

"I didn't invite you." The professor snarled back. 

"I know."

Sorry I haven't written anything for awhile, I've been very busy.  A side note is that I am Australian so my gramma and spelling might be a bit different. Thank you guys so much for you support, I didn't think I would have so many view. I'm really glad you chose to read my book. 😊😍