The Story of Flitwick
Professor Filius Flitwick, a Charms teacher in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was preparing for another class. Today he was going to combine his lesson with Professor Nivindor's Dueling class, and old Gary Nivindor didn't arrive when the students were ready in their seats.
"All right everyone," he called, "Today we are supposed to be having a combined lesson with Professor Nivindor, but he seems to be late. While we wait, we will be dueling with our current knowledge of spells. Begin."
Each pair of students started dueling, and Flitwick hummed until he heard…
"CRUCIO!"
He was startled for a second, but then he ran to where he heard the horrid spell.
"DERKINS!"
The Cruciatus Curse was cast by William Derkins, who looked surprised at the sight of his opponent, Martin Kelvani, howling in pain.
Flitwick quickly shouted, "Finite Incantatem!"
He supported Martin to the Hospital Wing, and when he came back, he screeched, "WILLIAM DERKINS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
"I- I" he choked, "Th- That book,"
"WHAT BOOK?!"
"Pr- Professor Hark…"
"WHAT ABOUT PROFESSOR HARK?!"
"He- He gave me the book… It had the curse in it…"
Shocked, Flitwick stomped out of the room and into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"HENCE HARK!"
Professor Hence Hark, who was in the middle of describing about the three-headed Chimera, had turned over to see the furious Charms professor.
"Yes, Filius?"
"HAVE- YOU- GIVEN- THE- BOOK- WITH- THE- UNFORGIVABLE- CURSE- TO- MR.- DERKINS?!" Flitwick screamed.
"Ah, I see you have discovered what is going on," said Hark calmly, "I have just lent him the book so he could see the curse Sectumsempr-"
"THAT- IS- ALSO- A- SPELL- TO- BE- PUNISHED- FROM- CASTING!" Filius howled.
"Well," said Hark, "You leave me no choice."
As Hark stood up from his chair, he pointed the wand at Flitwick.
"Wh- What are you-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" shouted Hark.
Since Flitwick was- well- not that much of a "tall" or "big" person, he evaded quickly and casted a curse.
"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
"PROTEGO! AVADA-"
"Expelliarmus!"
Flitwick wasn't the one who cast the Disarm Charm, and neither was Hark. Hark's wand came flying to the other side of the room to one of the pictures of a werewolf.
"Who- who" Flitwick turned to look, and there he was.
Albus Severus Potter.