It was time for DADA and I could hardly focus. I felt sick to my stomach the whole time. Since the beginning of the tournament, Fred hadn't spoke to me and neither had George.

I had thought he would come back and try to talk to me again, but instead he had stayed away. Leaving me to my thoughts and anxiety.

"Alastor Moody." Professor Moody said calmly.

I looked up and saw Alastor writing in the board.

"Ministry malcontent. And your new defense 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?" He asked looking around the room.

Hermione raised her hand and he pointed to her.

"Three sir." She said softly.

"And they are so named?"

"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!" He yelled slamming his hand on the desk.

"Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head." Someone whispered.

"So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!" He yelled pointing at Ron.

"Yes..."

"Give us a curse." Moody said sternly..

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

"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 brought a spider around and flew it around the room, causing me to feel sick and it got worse when he looked at Neville.

"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology." He said looking down at him.

"There's the um... The cruciatus curse." Neville said as he stood beside him.

"Correct! Correct! come come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse." He said before casting it.

Instantly I knew what was going to happen and jumped up and grabbed a hold of Neville and turned him a way from it, earning a look of thanks.

"Stop it! Now!" I screamed covering Neville's ears.

He stopped and stared at me.

"Miss Potter, I presume." He said calmly.

I glared at him and he let out a chuckle.

"I was warned about you. A real rebel. Curious how one like yourself could be a Slytherin." He said calmly.

I shot him another glare and he nodded his head.

"Perhaps, you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Potter."

"Burn in hell, bastard." I growled out.

He shot me a look and then casts the spell in the spider, making my stomach turn.

"The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room." He said looking at Harry.

Class ended and I went to leave with Neville.

"Potter, stay behind."

I grabbed onto my desk tightly and set back down, glaring at Moody. Neville sent me a look but I shook my head no and silently told him to go. When the room cleared out, Moody brought a pot of tea over to me.

"You surprise me, Miss Potter." He said as he set a cup down in front of me.

"How so?"

"I had been told a little about you. Headstrong, brave. Brilliant and protective. But I didn't know you would be a Slytherin. Dumbledore never told me that. Said I'd like you though, and I did I see a lot of me in you." He said with a chuckle.

"I'm nothing like you." I said angrily.

"But you are, you're like your father too. Very cunning and full of pride. A Slytherin thru and thru." He said as he set down.

I dug my nails into my hand and watched a she made the tea.

"Your mother probably would be sad."

"Why?"

"She hated Slytherins, said they were evil. Said that you couldn't trust a single one of them. It's funny because her daughter became the very thing she hated."

I stood up moving the desk. He shot me a look of surprise before I ran out of the room and past Neville, who was waiting at the stair. Tears streamed down my face as I rushed to my dormitory, passing Harry and the others who called for me.

I ran into two people, but ignored them and continued to run away.

"Ebony!" A yelled, but I was long gone.

I continued to run until I was outside the Slytherins dormitory. I whipped my eyes and muttered out the password. When I was inside I ran to my room and threw myself into my bed, hiding under the covers.

All I wanted was the twins, but Fred wouldn't talk to me, and that meant George wouldn't either. So all in all I decided to go to the next best thing, Percy.

Dear Percy,

I know you are busy with work and I feel horrible for writing to you, but I need to vent to someone.

Fred won't talk to me anymore, I messed up by telling him, I didn't want to talk to him again because he tried to make me choose between him and another one of my friends.

Our new DADA teacher used the unforgivable curses on a spider in class and then he told me my mother hated Slytherins and now... I'm worried that she would hate me.

That maybe I'm doomed to be forever alone and with no one by my side.

Again I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I just needed to vent. I feel so alone and... out of everyone in the Weasley's house, you are my third favorite one.

Love, Ebony

After it dried I sent it straight away to Percy, not expecting a letter back, I snuggled into my covers and decided to rest up.

Though I would soon be surprised when my owl returns late at night. I opened my window and saw it carrying a letter, from Percy.

Dear Ebony,

You are always welcome to write to me. You don't need to apologize. I don't know what is going on with Fred, but I'll talk to dad if I can.

I should be coming to Hogwarts soon and I'll do my best to talk to you. As for Moody I've already wrote to Dumbledore and the ministry has been told.

He had no right to say those things to you and they are untrue. You are not evil and anyone who says so, is an idiot.

You are the kindest most loving person I know, and no one should ever try to make you think otherwise.

Love Percy Weasley

I smiled softly and folded the letter up, feeling a hundred percent better after having heard back from him.