❛ 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭. ❜
💫 | in which their destiny's are written under the stars
H. POTTER 𝗑 fem!o...
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━━━ unforgivable curses ⍟
"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘," Mad-Eye Moody growled, stumping over to his desk and sitting down, "those books. You won't need them."
It was the first DADA class Estella had with their new professor.
They returned the books to their bags. "He looks creepy," Estella mutters to Ivy. She nods, "Yeah, I already miss Professor Lupin."
Estella lets out an inaudible chuckle, "That's because you had a crush on him."
"N-no I didn't."
"Oh yeah?" she smirks, "His scars are sexy," she said in a mocking tone. Ivy lets out a laugh ad nudges the Malfoy.
Moody took out a register, shook his long mane of grizzled gray hair out of his twisted and scarred face, and began to call out names, his normal eye moving steadily down the list while his magical eye swiveled around, fixing upon each student as he or she answered.
"Right then," he said, when the last person had declared themselves present, "I've had a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you've had a pretty thorough grounding in tackling Dark creatures - you've covered boggarts, Red Caps, hinkypunks, grindylows, Kappas, and werewolves, is that right?"
There was a general murmur of assent.
"But you're behind - very behind - on dealing with curses," said Moody. "So I'm here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other. I've got one year to teach you how to deal with Dark -"
"What, aren't you staying?" Weasley blurted out.
Moody's magical eye spun around to stare at the Weasley. He looked extremely apprehensive, but after a moment Moody smiled, which sent chills through Estella's spine.
"You'll be Arthur Weasley's son, eh?" Moody said. "Your father got me out of a very tight corner a few days ago....Yeah, I'm staying just the one year. Special favor to Dumbledore... One year, and then back to my quiet retirement."
He gave a harsh laugh, and then clapped his gnarled hands together.
"So - straight into it. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I'm supposed to teach you countercurses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like until you're in the sixth year. You're not supposed to be old enough to deal with it till then. But Professor Dumbledore's got a higher opinion of your nerves, he reckons you can cope, and I say, the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. How are you supposed to defend yourself against something you've never seen? A wizard who's about to put an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it nice and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and watchful. You need to put that away, Miss Brown, when I'm talking."
