Something Unforgivable Chapter 2: The Weight of the Wand, a harry potter fanfic

The List: "The List" is just going a little addition to the author's note that I put on the bottom of the first chapter of things I don't intend to put into the story. You can expect to see little additions to this over the first few chapters as I get things out of the way as well as remember them. A review brought one of them to mind.

Don't expect to see bashing in this story. Every character in the Harry Potter series has their flaws. So if their flaws may get called on. However those blatant bashing stories where Dumbledore is the root of all evil, and the Weasley's have been siphoning money off of Harry's account. Ginny with love potions. Ron being an utter prick any way you look at him (Often through abuse of Hermione and entitlement god complexes). You wont see that in this story.

I have been writing fanfiction for a quite awhile. Reading fanfiction for years before that. Bashing characters ruins stories. It breaks the integrity of the characters developed, and makes future development of other characters harder to deal with. I firmly believe that if you have the need to bash a character, you should simply not put them in the story, or showcase them as little as possible. If you are going to spend a grand portion of time bringing out a characters flaws to an extreme? Why not just devote that energy into making them a character you can like and respect instead? The concept of bashing is a dumb one, one that I hope people grow up out of in the fanfiction world.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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A large crash was the only sound that filled the arena as the green light vanished into the beast. The curse hit the beast directly in the face, green deathly wisps of magic skittering across it's body as the muscles gave their final twitches as it fell to the ground. It for a long time was believed, and later proven that magical creatures had spell resistant hides. That a dragon's or a basilisk's scales could block the most dangerous of curses. Those theory crafters would be correct. They however could never block the deadliest of curses.

The Avada Kedavra. The killing curse. The spell that would instantaneously render and living being lifeless the moment it struck. To the uninformed, it was a dark and evil curse that instantly killed it's victim. However some knew better. The killing curse didn't just kill it's victim, it severed the victim's soul from their very body, and sent it somewhere. The harsh separation of the soul from their body renders the brain waves into a point of spasm. Losing control of all organs in the body, the heart and lungs instantly shutting down, their muscles flailing momentarily in an attempt to figure out what the hell was going on. The killing curse was ugly.

Once upon a time though, the Avada Kedavra wasn't always so bad. In fact it used to be common practice. Farmers more often than not would utilize the killing curse to kill the animal while preserving everything it contained for further use. Yet as time went on, the killing curse was used less and less by farmers as magic advanced and could begin to take care of farms themselves. Thus the few individuals that ran around throwing the killing curse around going on a slaughter became the highlight of the Killing Curse's use. It later grew to be outlawed as an unforgivable curse in 1717.

The dragons tail slowly unwrapped itself from Harry's body, lifelessly falling to the ground. The dragon proceeded to slip from it's position, no longer trying to keep itself upright on the ledge they were standing on. It slid and fell to the very bottom of the rocky pit.

Harry drew ragged breaths as he realized just how nearly he escaped his fate. He closed his eyes taking in a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to face the music. He opened his eyes and looked up into the silent stands. There were varying looks poised at him from all directions. Whether it be the inklings of respect he saw in the eyes of the Slytherins in the stands. The fearful eyes of the younger students. The betrayed looks that were sent to him by his friends in the Gryffindor house. Or the many people in the stands that had still yet to process what had just happened.

Harry looked up to Daphne who stood in the stands next to her female friend, a small tugging at the side of her lips. The disappointment she had mere moments ago was long gone. Yet it was at that moment Harry suddenly felt an oppressive feeling. It wasn't unwelcome, but it was almost suffocating. It weighed down on every inch of his skin. Like an invisible force trying valiantly to press all of the hairs on his arms down.

He looked down into his wand hand. To say it felt heavy would be an understatement. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to let it go. The dull tingling sensation that remained ever present in his hand. The near invisible green wisps of magic that were still fizzling out of existence from the powerful spell he had just cast.

He turned and with weighted footsteps he slowly made his way over to the golden egg that resided in all of it's glory. The true purpose of the task suddenly coming back to mind. He walked slowly into the middle of the arena before palming the egg in his free hand. He looked down at it as he readjusted it to the palm of his hand. Harry lifted it high over his head for a moment, allowing himself to bask in his own glory. He didn't care if all that echoed through the crowd were the terrified whispers in the wind. What did they expect to have happen? They threw him into a cage with a dragon without warning. With no preparation. Of course he was going to rely on anything he could to get through the task. Anything. It was like backing a tiger into a corner. Eventually when you push hard enough, the tiger will lash out and attack you.

Harry sighed deeply before making his trek back through the cave, exiting back into the champion's tent. He knew that while he just completed the first task. The true task at hand was beyond in that tent.

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Sure enough the countless adults and judges were already there in their arguments on the matter by the time he made his way into the tent. Even the three other champions were now looking at him with varying looks of pity, regret, and thankfully indifference if not the slightest bit of respect.

"That curse was outlawed years ago! There are people rotting in Azkaban for use of spells like that!"

"That boy should never have been exposed to that curse in the classroom!"

"The boy was exposed to years ago, and we all know that."

"It doesn't change the fact that the law was created years ago to ensure dark wizards were sent straight to Azkaban."

"He is just a boy, not some dark wizard!"

Harry frowned momentarily as he made his way into the group, "I have a name you know." Harry stated, breaking everyone out of their various rants. Gathered around were numerous people ranging from the headmasters and headmistresses of the three schools, Mcgonagall, Snape, and Barty Crouch.

Harry's eyes widened ever slightly as he saw a glimpse of Daphne out on the other side of the tent waiting for him.

"Harry you do realize what you just did can get you sent to Azkaban?" Dumbledore muttered as he gazed down at Harry from the group.

Harry pursed his lips as he knew that he was going to get an onslaught of questions sooner or later. It was merely thanks to a bit of mental preparation from Daphne that he knew exactly what to say. "Yes under most circumstances Professor, that would be true."

Everyone's attention immediately zoned in on that comment, and his collected manner of speaking. "However since I was placed in this tournament, without my choosing mind you." He sent a glare towards the Beauxbaton's Mistress as well as Fleur. He never did get over being blatantly called a little boy and a liar. "The champions of the tournament no longer fall under our modern day rules, as stated in the rules of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The Unforgivable Curses were outlawed in 1717. Yet the rules for the Triwizard Tournament were created at the first tournament held in 1219." he stated calmly as he let the information sink in with everyone. "Seeing as how the rules haven't been updated for at least four hundred years, I don't see why there is a big issue. Particularly since I was the only individual that didn't know a thing about the upcoming task because I didn't cheat." Harry drawled at the very end in annoyance.

The surrounding adults all stiffened and straightened up at that revelation, making a mental note to check the rules the moment their conversation was over. Dumbledore however had a mildly surprised but calculating gaze as he looked down towards Harry. "Who told you that Harry?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the question, noting that the Headmaster had asked "Who told him" not "Where did you learn that" but found himself subconsciously looking over the old man's shoulder towards the tent flap Daphne was behind. "Well when you don't know a thing about a tournament you get forced into a few years under aged, you might as well read as much as you can about it." Harry lied as casually looked over the egg in his grasp before straightening and looking toward the surrounding adults, "Are we allowed to leave?" Harry asked quickly.

Dumbledore spoke up as the voice of the group, "Well now Harry, I know you are indeed right about the rules you stated. However I would appreciate it if you would stop by my office in the next few days, because I would like to speak with you."

Harry looked down and gave a nod before moving past the several professors. He knew the translation of Dumbledore's words meant he had to see the Headmaster soon about his actions, and it was not optional. However he merely wasn't saying it openly.

Still despite the cold thoughts, it didn't stop Harry from growing a bright smile as he stepped out of the tent and took in a breath of fresh air. He could not explain it, but he simply felt good. He survived, he won his task, he felt as if he outsmarted the professors? Life was go- It was at that moment delicate hands clasped onto his shoulders and gently began massaging them, despite the fact that he was still standing. Oh yeah, life was very good right now.

"Well now didn't the Boy-Who-Lived hold his own in there." Daphne purred in his ear teasingly.

Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged her hands off his shoulders. Okay, his life was mostly good. She didn't need to kill it by addressing him with ridiculous titles. "I thought I told you to call me Harry?" Harry asked dryly as he began the long walk back to the school, staying clear of any other students retreating back to the castle.

"And I thought I told you to call me Daphne? Hmm... funny how things never work out the way you want them too." she said while clicking her tongue, a grin coming to her face.

Harry rolled his eyes at that. He could deal with being called The-Boy-Who-Lived then. There was no way he was going to put himself on first name basis with a Slytherin the day after they met, no matter how helpful she may have been. With that thought in mind, the two continued on towards the castle in silence. A silence that Harry found welcoming, until Daphne decided to break it.

"So did you feel it?" She asked cryptically as she moved in closer to Harry. The only way they could have possibly been any closer would have been for one of them to wrap their arm around the other.

"Feel what?" Harry groaned. He doubted he would ever get used to Daphne's personality around him. Teasing, intelligent, nosy, cryptic, and enticing. Harry sighed to himself as he thought over the last characteristic. She was so very enticing when it came to his young teenage hormones.

As if to confirm the thoughts flying through Harry's head, Daphne acted. She pressed her body up towards Harry ever slightly as she wrapped her arm around his neck. "Ohhh Harry..." She began as she ran a couple fingers on his chest. "Don't act like you don't know." she stated in a low whisper as if she feared the many students walking a good distance behind them. Harry caught her pointed look at his wand hand that she gave him. "You could feel it couldn't you." she asked slowly. "Closing in, all around you?" she finished with a smirk.

Harry's eyes widened as she said those words. That suffocating, oppressive feeling that he had welcomed earlier was back. The world around him seemed to disappear, as if all of the color in the world disappeared around him besides him and Daphne being in the center of it all. His wand hand once again felt heavy as he recalled the sickly green curse he had let loose from his wand earlier.

"I don't know what your talking about." Harry lied with conviction, forcibly bringing him back to reality. There was no way that he would ever admit out loud that despite the fact that everything about using the killing curse was terrible, and should have felt terrible. That the cost of using the spell was just too high. It didn't stop him deep down from secretly enjoying the feeling it gave him.

It scared him.

"Hmm." Daphne began, but she continued to give Harry a knowing look. A smirk plastered on her face complemented by a raised eyebrow. It was obvious she didn't believe a word he just said. "Well, perhaps some other time." she finished calmly as they arrived at the gates of the castle.

Harry sighed as he stepped into the castle, fully intent on going to the Gryffindor tower. Whether it was because he felt exhausted or that he wanted to avoid Daphne, he did not know. What he did know however was the ability to go to the Gryffindor was currently being swept out from under his feet. "Feeling famished? I am." Daphne stated calmly as she was quick to spin Harry toward the Great Hall as she locked arms with him, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

"What..." was Harry's stumped reply, and the only word he could get on as he got dragged right into the relatively empty great hall. There were only a few students scattered around at various tables, munching on the various assortments of food that were present on the tables. They were likely the choice few students that didn't care that the tournament had come to Hogwarts, and just continued on with their studies.

Daphne didn't respond as she simply took Harry along to the very end of the Gryffindor table and gently pushed him into his seat before she swung around to the other side to situate herself.

Harry had a frown come over his face as he sat in silence with Daphne for a good couple minutes. Neither of them saying a word. Daphne herself opted to prepare herself a light salad from the already assorted foods on the table. All Harry could do was sit around and watch the numerous students file into the Great Hall coming back from watching the tournament. It was also quite apparent that everyone was avoiding him, sending him pointed looks or wary glances. Sitting as far away from him as possible. Some Gryffindors even opting to sit at the Ravenclaw table, only not opting to sit further away likely due to the rivalry between Slytherins and Gryffindors.

Harry watched the blonde before him eat calmly in silence, having since taken a small bread roll from a nearby basket. "Why the hell did you drag me here?" Harry snapped, albeit doing his best to remain quiet. He already had enough unwanted attention as it was, he didn't need "verbally abusive to females" to be another reason to attract attention.

Daphne looked up from her food and gently pushed her salad away, allowing herself to prop her elbows onto the table for her to rest her chin on her joined hands. She munched lightly on the last remaining bit of food in her mouth while she gave Harry an amused smile before finally saying, "Is it so wrong for me to want to eat with my champion?" she questioned with a smile.

"Your champion?" Harry repeated, barely containing a laugh at the notion. "Really?" he asked incredulously with a turn of the head.

Daphne smirked as she shrugged her shoulders a tiny bit, tilting one of her hands to take a tiny bit of her roll. "Am I wrong?" she began with a grin, her eyes giving off a small gleam. "Beaubatons has the seductive Fleur Delacour. Durmstrang has the handsome Victor Krum. Hogwarts has the charming Cedric Diggory. And that simply leaves you Harry. In a tournament meant for three schools, you represent a fourth unprecedented slot. You Harry... are my champion." she finished in a small seductive whisper that left her lips just slightly parted as she was done.

Harry had a breath caught slightly in his throat as he saw Daphne lean further and further across the table during her little speech. However he was quick to collect himself and say, "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm just trying to survive Greengrass. I may have accepted your partnership a few days ago, but if this is how you typically act, I don't need to waste my time with you." Harry began as he stood up, trying his best to sound as convincing as possible.

Much to Harry's displeasure however, Daphne didn't seem in the least bit fazed by this. She simply returned to leaning back a bit and crossed her arms as she looked up at Harry. "Oh and now what will you do? How do you plan to survive the next task Harry? Whether you will admit it or not, I saved your life in that arena."

Harry snarled and pressed his hands onto the table at that, as a suffocating feeling once again washed over him at the reminder. "You didn't teach me a thing Greengrass. A child could have followed your instruction. In fact I wish that you hadn't told me how those curses work, I wis-"

"You wish that you died?" Daphne taunted as she stood up, leveling with Harry's gaze. They were both nearly the exact same height, allowing his green eyes to clash perfectly with her blue. "Is that it? You are mad that I taught you simple magic."

"Simple?" Harry repeated with a laugh. "The unforgivable curses as simple? There is a reason they are unforgivable!" Harry whispered harshly as more and more students filed into the Great Hall. There was no need to hear them talk about the unforgivable curses.

"Please." Daphne stated with a wave of the hand, "You were raised by muggles, everyone in this school knows it. You don't even know why those curses were classified as unforgivable. What makes them so unforgivable Harry?"

Harry clenched his fists at her dismissive manner on the subject, "What makes them unforgivable? You only told me one thing when you told me about the three unforgivable curses. Yes I will admit I was curious ever since we shared that class with mad eye. However I would never, ever resort to using those-"

"But you did." Daphne cut in before Harry could finish.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "I did because you taught me how they worked, and it saved my life. Not because I wanted to."

"Don't try and blame this on me, you would have died if it weren't for my help teaching you Harry, and you know it. Walking unknowingly into a dragon's den."

Harry fumed at that. "The only thing you 'taught' me as you put it was a single line. 'In order to use the unforgivable curses, you need to mean them.' You conveniently left out the cost of such curses that come along with them."

"Who cares about the cost as long as you survive?" Daphne responded quickly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Easy said by the one not holding the wand." Harry responded coldly as his eyes remained locked with hers, his gaze intensifying.

Daphne actually flinched and deflated a bit at that. Her gaze softened into a weak smile, "Alright, then I'm sorry. Perhaps your right, perhaps we should end this partnership. I apparently bring you trouble, and you don't want to bring me anything. We can't even be on first name basis." she said in a train of thought as she pushed her food aside, and got ready to make her leave.

Harry internally sighed heavily as he looked over the blonde before him prepare her things and begin to walk off. "Greengrass!" he called out to the girl, whom continued to walk away from the table. Harry skewered his eyes shut in annoyance, a groan of annoyance threatening to rise up as he called out, "Daphne!"

The blonde turned her head.

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That concludes another chapter of this story. For this story I am sort of trying something new with how I update, a way that I have done in the past. It consists of a lot of short chapters at a quicker pace. While in some cases you don't really get to immerse yourself like you do in a 10k word chapter. As a writer they are easier to manage, and harder to get "Writers blocked" on.

Anyways a quick run down on some things. First off, feel free to ask any questions/concerns you have about the story. However make sure they are rather direct, so I know which ones I should answer, and I am generally pretty good about answering such things. However don't complain about being spoiled.

In addition with the shorter chapter lengths, I can't cover everything that needs to be covered in a single chapter. So just because it looks like Harry got of "Free" because he didn't get into any massive confrontation with adults this chapter does not mean he is going to get off free in the future.

This chapter was mainly to showcase the aftermath and sort of characterize Daphne and Harry. Harry is harder to write then Daphne, because she is pretty much strictly from my own creation. She has no canon base you have to draw from. Where as Harry in this story essentially has just gone through this change not too long ago, and I personally really dislike writing the canon Harry Potter. So I am trying my best to keep him to character, while slowly changing him to a character I enjoy writing more. However I can't do that over night.

Daphne's character on her outside appearance described in single words/phrases is: Slytherin, cunning, ambitious, seductive, beautiful, intelligent, cold, confident.

Harry's character on outside appearance described in single words is: Gryffindor, brave, alone, fearful, "Magically ignorant", talented, adaptable, resourceful.

These are how I would describe their two characters meeting at present point, without delving into their flaws(which I don't want to spoil). Now naturally these characters will both change with time. This is merely them at present point. Harry is still very much that young boy who has been ignorant of magic his entire life that got thrust into some really big shoes to fill in the wizarding world. Then to make matters worse, most of the time no one is really there to guide him.

This contrast with Daphne's character, which is a pureblood female witch raised in wizarding society. Comfortable with the politics, and the magic that surrounds her. So instead of devoting her time to having to figure out how the world around her works like muggle raised children. She instead can devote it to planning for her future, and her ambitions.

(I also firmly believe that is why a lot of Slytherin's are Pure Bloods. That general idea.)

Anyways, I will see you soon with another chapter. I love the response I got for the first chapter. Hopefully I can see you all again soon.