this book is horrible.- sincerely, the author who wrote this shit
What if there wasn't one, but two survivors to Voldemort's attack on the Potters.
Y/n Lilian Potter, twin sister to Harry James Potter.
Y/n is known for her silver toung, she takes n...
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You sat beside Draco in DADA, you didn't know what to expect. Every year the first class was always different, especially since they always had a new teacher. The first one secretly had Voldemort on the back of his head, the second one was a complete useless git. The third one was probably the best they've ever had, and now it could be something completely different. But all you could think was it was going to be horrible, for all you knew mad-eye could want you all to commit murder or something. Finally Mad-eye entered, and walked up to the chalkboard.
"Alastor Moody." He said, writing 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." He said.
You scoffed "Seems like a real peach, eh?" You whispered to Draco.
He hummed "Totally." He answered, sarcastically.
"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 asked, looking at all of you.
"Three sir." Hermione said.
"And they are so named?" Moody asked, moving back to the chalkboard.
"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will..."
"Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban. Correct." Mad eye said, cutting Hermione off. "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!" Mad-eye ranted as he continued to write on the board.
"Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head." You heard Seamus whisper.
Suddenly the piece of chalk he held, went flying at Seamus. "And hear across classrooms!" He shouted.
Your eyes widened "Bloody hell!" You whispered, looking at Draco who seemed just as shocked.
"So, which curse shall we see first?" Mad-eye asked, "WEASLEY!" He shouted.
"Yes...." Ron whimpered, looking up at the teacher.
"Stand!" Mad-eye ordered Ron quickly stood fearfully, and gulped. "Give us a curse."
"Well, my dad did tell me about one...The imperious curse." Ron answered.
"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 said, moving to his desk.
