𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"Alastor Moody," the new DADA teacher told his students. "Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

He wrote his name onto the blackboard.

"I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" He stated

No one spoke.

"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?" He asked

"Three, sir." Hermione said

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will-" Hermione's replied

"-Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct." He finished Hermione's sentence, "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."

Seamus was about to place his chewing gum under the table.

"You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!" Professor Moody yelled

Everyone turned their heads into the direction he was sitting in. (Y/N) who was sitting next to him snickered quietly at his shocked expression.

"No wat. The old codger can see out the back of his head." Seamus whispered to the (h/c) girl next to him.

Their professor threw a piece of chalk in their direction, "and hear across classrooms!" He shouted, "so which curse shall we see first? Weasley!"

"Yes?" Ron asked, shivering in fear.

"Stand." Ron slowly stood up, "give us a curse."

"Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse." Ron muttered

"Oh, yeah, 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 walked away from Ron, towards a jar that contained a spider. He took off the lid, scooping the spider into his hand.

"Hello. Lovely little beauty." He said, he pointed his wand towards the spider and said, "Engorgio." The spider grew, "Imperio!"

He moved the spider onto Neville and Dean's desk, they gasped in fear, people towards the back of the class laughed. Moody then moved the spider so it was on Crabbe's face.

"Don't worry. It's completely harmless." The professor  exclaimed, "if she bites she's lethal."

He moved the spider so it hovered over Ron's head, Ron was shivering, he looked like he was about to wet his pants.

The spider was placed onto Ron's head, Ron stopped breathing. He stated at the spider on his head, he was so scared he could've sworn he wet his pants. Draco was watching the scene, cackling at the sight.

"What are you laughing at?" Moody asked Draco, moving the spider so it was on his face.

"Get off!" Draco screamed, Gould tried to hit the spider off his face.

(Y/N) laughed at the sight, that's what you get for being a bully and an annoying person in general. She thought to herself.

"Talented, isn't she?" Moody laughed, "what should I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?"

He moved the spider so it was hovering above a bucket of water. Everyone was shocked by his actions, they stopped laughing looking at him. A lot of people gave him confused and disgusted looks.

He moved the spider back to his hand, "scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius Curse. But here's the rub. How do we sort out the liars? Another, another. Up, up. Come on."

Multiple students raised their hands, including Neville.

"Longbottom, is it?" Moody asked Neville, "up."

Neville stood up, (Y/N) felt bad for him, she knew how hard it must be for him. He's so brave. She thought to herself.

"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology."

Neville nodded, "Th-There's the... The Cruciatus Curse."

"Correct, correct. Come, come. Particularly nasty." Moody placed the spider onto a table, making Neville stand in front of it and watch what he was about to do. "The torture curse. Crucio!"

The spider squealed in pain. Neville's breathe quickened, he cringed at the sight. He hated looking at it, he gasped wanting to look away.

(Y/N) was angry, she had never seen a teacher this heartless. Yes, Snape did bully his students often but having one watch a creature getting tortured is a whole other level.

"Stop it!" She shouted, standing up. "Cant you see it's bothering him? Stop it!" She slammed her fist onto the table trying to gain the professor's attention.

Moody looked at her, realising that the class was uncomfortable. He stopped the spell, Neville let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in.

Moody placed the spider in his hand once more, moving it onto a book on Hermione's desk.

"Um..." He cleared his throat, "perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable Curse, Miss Granger."

Hermione shook her head.

"No? Avada Kedavra!" A green light came out of his wand, striking the spider. The spiders body became limp, dying instantly.

"The Killing Curse. Only one person is known to have survived it and he's sitting in this room." Moody walked over to Harry, he looked down at the poor boy. Pulling out his flask and taking a swig of the unknown substance inside it.

They all walked out of the classroom, (Y/N) stood next to Neville tightly holding his hand. He was looking out of the window halfway down the stairwell, (Y/N) stood next to him, trying to help him feel better.

"Brilliant, isn't he? Completely demented, of course, and terrifying to be in the same room with but he's really been there, you know? He's looked evil in the eye." Ron said, walking alongside Harry and Hermione.

"There's a reason those curses are unforgivable. To perform them in a classroom... I mean, did you see Neville's face?" Hermione stated

Harry tapped Hermione's shoulder, she turned around to see Neville and (Y/N). Before she could ask Neville anything Moody grasped his shoulder.

"Son? You all right?" Their professor asked

Neville nodded softly. (Y/N) knew he wasn't alright and was still shaken up from what happened, she was too, she was just better at hiding it. (Y/N) glared at her teacher, she wanted to shout at him but what difference would that do? She'd just get put in detention.

"Come on. We'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something." Moody said, walking back up the stairs.

Neville gave (Y/N) a nod, she smiled at him letting go of his hand.

He's so brave, I could never do that. (Y/N) thought to herself, Neville has grown a lot since she first met him.

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(Y/N) was laying on Harry's bed while he finished off some work he had to do. Hermione was helping Ron with his work in the library since he needed more help than Harry.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? You've been in a mood every since Professor Moody's lesson." Harry asked, looking at her.

"I'm just angry." She muttered, not lifting her head up to look at him.

"Why?"

"It's just why did he have Neville stand there and watch that? Why did he have the whole class watch it? I know he said why but still, I'm just worried for Neville, he's my friend and it must've been really scary to see that upfront. And also why did he have to do that to you? Why did he have to point you out to the whole class? We already know you've survived the curse and you are the 'boy who lived' so why'd he feel the need to say that? I don't know, I just find him sketchy. I also just want to look out for my friends, you know?" She explained

"Hm. Yeah, I understand. I feel the same way honestly but you've just got to let it go. He's going to be teaching us for the rest of the year so there is nothing you can do about it." Harry stated

"I'm not good at letting things go and you know that." She rolled over so she was now laying on her back.

"Yeah, I know. Let's talk about something else, turn that annoyed expression into a less annoyed expression." Harry smiled, sitting down on his bed.

"Are you excited about the tournament?" (Y/N) asked, looking at him.

"Yeah. I'm kind of glad that people our age can't put our names in, I don't think I'd want to be in the tournament." He chuckled softly

"Well if they allowed people our age to be in the tournament and you were in it, I know you'd do great. You're Harry Scarhead Potter after all." She grinned

"My middle name isn't Scarhead!" He exclaimed frowning at her. She laughed at his words, pulling him down so he was laying next to her.

"Oh shut up, you know you love when I call you Scarhead. It's my special nickname for you and only I can call you it." She looked into his emerald green eyes, she felt a warm fuzzy feeling around her heart whenever she looked at him.

Harry blushed at her words, he did in fact love when she called him Scarhead. "I do not! It's annoying." He rolled his eyes

"You are a horrible liar." She chuckled

They stared into each other's eyes for a while. It was nice, Harry didn't know why but he couldn't stop staring at her. He was t trying to be creepy, he just thought everything about her was so perfect. He felt his heart swell with a joyous feeling every time he looked at her.

Do I have heart disease or something? He thought to himself.

"Look!" (Y/N) giggled, pointing towards the ceiling where you could see her shadow make a rabbit shape.

"Wow! How do you do that?" Harry asked

"Here." She grabbed his hands, moving his fingers into the shape to make a rabbit. Harry blushed at the contact, a strange soft fluttering filled his stomach.

"See?!" (Y/N) asked

"Yeah." Harry muttered, he looked at the ceiling noticing his shadow rabbit and (Y/N)'s we're facing each other. Their shadow rabbits looked like they were kissing.

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Harry is starting to crush on (Y/N) even more than he was before *gasp*

Anyways (Y/N) is awesome and I currently love the way Harry looks at her and feels about her.

I haven't had a crush in years but my favourite stage of having a crush was definitely the beginning where you start to realise you feel a certain way for that person, yk?

I just think Harry's really cute (jealous Harry coming soon)

I love you all!