Hello everyone! So I'm just going to use this small insert to tell you guys something important, sort of like an author's quick note, if you will. This little story you are about to read is, yes, based off the amazing Harry Potter series, but just FYI, this is also based on a dream I had, so some area's may seem slightly off. It started at a weird place in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (movie version, mind you, I dreamed the movie version), and ended just after the Yule Ball. Last little thing; this story is in the point of view of my character, Isabella.

All the characters and places mentioned in this fanfiction belong to J.K. Rowling. They are not my own except for my character!

Well, thank you for reading, this is my first fanfiction! Sorry for any misspellings or grammatical errors. Reviews are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Defense Against the Dark Arts

The class room looked gloomier than usual, scary even. I got a chill as I stepped in onto the dark wooden floors and heard a few creaks as the other students slowly leaked in behind me. I shuffled to my seat, about mid-room, and set my books down. The low murmur of the students around me felt slightly comforting, but there was something strange about the place. I couldn't put my finger on it but-

"Isabella!...Oi Bella!" I snapped immediately out of my thoughts and focused my attention on who was calling. I looked toward the sound and smiled slightly at the ginger-haired boy in front of me.

"Wakey wakey, dream girl," the boy said, tilting his head slightly to one side, "Did you not sleep well? Or were you day dreaming again?"

I shook my head, that's what I was known for, dreaming the day away instead of paying attention. Jerk , I thought, smiling to myself. Glancing around again, I said softly, "No Ron, this place just seems…off. Not at all like when Mooney was here."

Ron nodded and peeked back at the front of the class room before engaging with me again, "I know what you mean; there is something spooky about it, but not as strange as Mad-Eye. Bloody insane, that one. Did I tell you he was an Auror?"

I nodded, but before I could say anything more, a hush fell over the students and our teacher appeared in front of us. He stood like a general, tall and dark as he glared around the room, his other eye whizzing around, and for a moment I swore it stopped to stare at the black haired boy with round glasses next to Ron.

Before I could give it a second thought, he spoke, writing his name on the chalkboard behind him, "Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror. Ministry malcontent, and you're new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher."

No one spoke as he glared about the room. "I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story. Goodbye. The End." He paused, letting it sink in I supposed, and then he asked, "Any questions?"

I glanced around at the other students, again, no one spoke. I looked up at Ron and Harry, they didn't move. I focused my attention up to the front of the room.

"When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach."

I could see Harry and Ron glance at one another. Harry turned slightly, peering at me over his shoulder, a worried look on his face. I shrugged and stared up at Moody again as he spoke.

"First, can anyone tell me..how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

I raised my eyebrows. Hold the phone, I thought. We aren't supposed to talk about those are we? I turned to ask my best friend, but I saw that she wasn't there. She always sits behind me or beside me. Where in the world-

"Three," a nervous voice chimed up, "There are three."

Hermione sat up a few rows from us, toward the right hand side of the classroom. She looked just as I thought she would be: scared, and furious. I knew we would get something later about this. She hated talking about this kind of thing, no matter if she needed to learn it.

Moody aggressively began writing on the board again, "And they are so named?"

Hermione spoke out again. "Because they are unforgivable. To use any one of them would-"

"Send you on a one-way trip to Askaban. Correct!" Moody finished, turning to us. "Now the Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses can do, but I say you aren't! You NEED to know what you are up against! You NEED to be prepared!" He turned again to the board, writing furiously, but he stopped suddenly and huffed, "You need to find another place to put your gum besides under your desk Mr. Finnigan!

My mouth dropped. Turning behind me, I saw Finnigan freeze with his hand under his desk, blue gum on his finger. He murmured something to a student beside him, something like "The old cod can see that?" I turned forward and ducked just in time to see a paper wad fly past my head and hit the back wall.

"AND HEAR ACROSS CLASSROOMS!" Moody shouted.

I giggled slightly to myself as Ron looked back at me, "This guy's mental!" he whispered. Harry nodded in agreement, then we turned our attention to the lesson again.

Moody was shaking slightly, like he couldn't contain his excitement for what we were about to witness. "So," he said, his mechanical eye whizzing about again, "Which curse shall we see first?" He began to walk down the middle isle, inspecting us.

"Weasley!" he shouted, stopping abruptly in front of Ron. Ron flinched and looked at Harry, and then back up to Moody's glaring eye.

"Y-yes?" he asked timidly.

"Stand up." Mood commanded, "Give us a curse."

Ron avoided eye-contact as he slowly got to his feet. I could see from under his sleeves that his hands were shaking. I glanced at Harry and Hermione. Both were staring at Ron, frightened for him it seemed.

"W-well…my father d-did tell me about one…" Ron licked his lips and gulped, "The Imperious Curse."

Moody's eyes lit up, "Ahh yes, your father would know all about that one. Yes, it gave the Ministry quite a bit of hell a- way back if my memory doesn't fail me." He turned and quickly walked up to the front of the class as Ron sunk back down in his seat.

I poked Ron in the back. "Didja piss yourself?" I joked.

"Oh bloody hell Isabella, shut it." He whispered back. Harry and I tried to contain our laughter as Hermione glared at us.

Moody strode over to the table beside the chalkboard, removed a lid from a glass container, and presented us with a small crab-like creature. He took out his wand, muttering "Engorgio." Then, "Imperio!"

With a flick of his wand he sent the enlarged creature flying about the room. The girls ducked and shrieked, covering their faces and hair. Pavarti was the first to be touched by the creature; she flinched and began to scream. Laughter spread around the room. I turned my head to look around, and saw Draco laughing maniacally. Moody seemed to notice this and flicked the creature onto his face. Harry and I burst into loud laughter, seeing our annoying friend in a fluster as he tried to shoo the thing off his face.

Moody began to laugh as well, "Haha! Talented isn't she? What should I have her do now? Jump out the window? Maybe drown herself?"

A hush fell over the class once again as Mad-Eye returned the creature to his palm. "Here is something for you. Many witches and wizards have claimed they have only done You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperious Curse. But! Here is the rub, how do we sort out the liars?"

Moody was silent for a moment before asking for another curse. I, and a few others, raised our hands but Moody called on Neville. Neville Longbottom. Oh this cannot be good, poor Neville, I thought.

"Longbottom isn't it?" Moody asked. Neville nodded and stood. Moody talked with him a moment about his love for Herbology, but then he got straight to the point.

"There's..um..the…the Cruciatus Curse." Neville mumbled.

Moody nodded, "Yes! Yes! Come! Come!" He brought Neville over to a table and set the creature down on the table. "The torcher curse." he said, before pointing his wand at the creature and muttering the spell.

The whole room flinched as the creature cries reached our ears. I felt it creeping up my back, and goosebumps appeared on my skin. It was a horrible, shrill noise. I covered my ears and watched as Neville flinched and relived the memories of his parents' death. He shouldn't have to go through that again. It's too painful for him. When there was no sign of him stopping, I stood and yelled, "Please stop! He can't deal with that!" Hermione stood as well, backing me up, "Professor Moody! Please stop!"

Moody looked up at us, then Neville, and ended the spell. He cleared his throat and walked up to my desk, the creature in his hand. He set the poor thing on top of my books.

"Well then Miss Isabella, maybe you can give us the final curse?"

I couldn't, I knew perfectly well what the answer was…It was the spell that began this mess; the spell that gave Harry his scar, and killed his parents. The Killing Curse.

I looked up at Professor Moody and shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes.

"No?...Alright then….AVADA KADAVRA!"

With a flash of green light, the creature was still. I stared up at Moody, shocked at what I just witnessed. It scared me. It put a twinge of fear in my heart just like Tom Riddle did…and the diary…The Chamber…I shook my head and I prayed no harm would come to my family in this war. I was a halfblood after all. There was already danger in that, and the fact I was Harry's friend. I sighed and gathered my books as Moody addressed the class again, mentioning something about a test and "don't try this at home" nonsense.

As I walked out of the room I waited for Harry at the door, Ron and Hermione following behind him. Harry looked at me and put a hand on my shoulder, "Are you alright, Bella?"

I looked into his eyes and immediately found comfort. "Yeah, I'm okay, thanks."

Ron bumped into me and put an arm on my head, "Hurry up, dream girl. The Great Hall is waiting! I'm starving!" I laughed as Hermione appeared beside me, smiling slightly. I could tell she was still bothered…but that would have to wait until we got back to the common room. We could talk there.

I smirked at Hermione, "Does he ever stop eating?"

She chuckled, "No he doesn't."