Author's Note- I know that you've probably realized I'm not exactly following the book, but in fact making is worse than it is. In the book some of the original teachers are still there and I'm having none of them in this one.
The whole story will run along these lines, bird walking if you will. Anyways, I hope that you like it all the same.
There will be physical abuse. Just giving you a fair warning.
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Chapter 2- How Things Work
Leanette
"The dark arts." Amycus said as he paced at the front of the DADA classroom. "You used to take Defense Against the Dark Arts." He smiled a wolfish smile. "Not anymore. This is just the Dark Arts now."
All the Gryffindors shifted nervously at their desks while most of the Slytherins grinned in excitement. "Blimey, that's awful." Seamus breathed from behind me.
"You!" Amycus snapped, pointing at Seamus. When Seamus didn't stand Amycus snapped his wand towards him as a whip flew from his wand, wrapping around him and pulling him over his desk so he landed in a heap on the floor. "When I tell you to come you COME!" He screamed like an insane person.
I leapt up to help Seamus up when I felt a sharp sting across my left cheek that snapped my head to the right. I gasped at the pain and brought my hand to my cheek to see blood when I pulled it away. "You don't stand unless I ask you to either." He grinned that wolfish grin again.
"Now SIT! This is how things work now!"
I jumped at the power in his voice and sat down quickly, leaving Seamus to gather himself. Looking at his neck I saw a faint red line around his throat from the whip.
"Now." Amycus finally began to lesson. "You shall learn about the three 'unforgivable' curses." He put air quotes around unforgivable. "Crabbe."
The Slytherin looked up at the teacher. "Name a curse for me." Amycus commanded.
"The Cruciatus curse." He said without hesitation.
"Good." Amycus praised. "Why don't you come up here?" He pointed at a Gryffindor, Angela Wisner.
Even then I couldn't block out the screams. The whole class was in stunned silence. "Next?" He asked, leaving the poor girl on the floor.
Some Slytherins instantly shouted out, "Imperious curse!"
"Very good!" He praised, all too gleeful. "Imperio!" He suddenly pointed his wand at Lavender Brown and her eyes glazed over. Under the influence of the curse she stood and began ramming herself into the wall.
It may have been comical if you saw it in a movie or something that a Muggle friend showed me, but this was real, and utterly horrible. Seamus was tensed behind me, after all the two were inseperable. Not dating, but they acted like it.
By the time Amycus allowed her to stop and lifted the curse she had a bloody nose and he face was cut in many places from the hard stone. She made a move to leave but he just slammed the door shut and shook his head before continuing the lesson.
"Unfortunately I am not allowed to perform the Killing curse, even under the regulations of Headmaster Snape." He exaggerated a sigh and the bell rang.
"That was bloody awful!" Neville hissed in the hall.
Seamus rubbed his neck and winced as I unconsciously brought my hand to my cheek as well. "Are ALL our classes going to be like that?" I gasped.
"Most likely." Lavender Brown appeared from nowhere and began worrying over Seamus.
He gave a short laugh that was almost a harsh bark. "Me? I think I should be more worried about you!"
"It's alright Seamus, I'm all cleaned up now, but he almost choked you to death!" She was exaggerating a bit, but it didn't take away any bit of the horror of the situation.
"Well I think we'll be going now." I announced. Neither even gave us a second glance, as they were too absorbed in each other.
"Muggle studies oh no. This is going to be worse than Dark Arts." Neville groaned as we walked into the classroom where Alecto Carrow taught.
I took a seat next to him as class began. "Now!" She sneered. "This is Muggle Studies! All of you need to get one thing straight… ALL Muggles are scum." She paused, as she looked around at all the faces. "There are a few Muggleborns or Half Bloods in here aren't there?"
Seamus gulped, for he was a half blood, as were a few others. "We can deal with those few later." She sneered.
The lesson continued with her disrespecting the Muggles, Muggleborns, and Half Bloods. Neville was grimacing beside me along with the Gryffindors and few select Ravenclaws while the Slytherins sneered in pleasure.
When we went to dinner we saw that we weren't the only ones that had been brutally punished during the classes. Many students from every house except for Slytherin had some sort of wound from the day.
"Luna!" I gasped as she sat down. "Sorry you startled me. I guess I've been on edge all day today."
She smiled kindly. "It's alright. You must be beginning to get Wackspurts in your head. You know, pouring pumpkin juice in your ears with crushed dragon scales acts as a repellent."
I looked at her oddly, yet couldn't help smiling at the Ravenclaw fifth year. She was the most curious thing, always talking about things you'd never hear of, yet I couldn't help but love the fact.
"So what happened to you all?" She looked and seemed to finally notice Neville's gash in his cheek while examining mine, along with Seamus' neck where the thick red line was still placed.
"Amycus Carrow." Neville growled darkly. "Can you believe it? The Carrows are in charge of punishment now!"
We all shook our heads sadly while Luna barely even acknowledged us and pulled out a copy of the Quibbler.
Gasps of pain were heard all throughout the Gryffindor common room as friends tended to each other's wounds.
"Hold still." Neville was trying to tell me as he tried to clean out my wound.
"At least yours is looking better." I attempted a smile, but winced as my skin stretched my gash.
He just sighed and shook his head. "I have a feeling this is going to get a lot worse than cuts. More along the lines of what Seamus got today, two times worse."
"Merlin I hope not. I wonder who got the worse today." I said.
"Didn't you hear? They locked up a fifth year that had a smart mouth. Chained him to the wall in the dungeons and tortured him."
I gasped. "But… that's just awful!"
"See, this is bad Leanette. How can we survive the year through this EVERY day?" He asked, sitting down on the couch in defeat.
"I don't know Neville." I sat beside him.
I put my head in my hands and tried to hold back my tears. This day was horrible; I don't think I could survive the week, let alone the entire year. Remembering what Neville said, I wondered if Harry, Ron, and Hermione really would come back and help us. Or if not that, at least defeat the Dark Lord to end the horrors.
This was awful. But this was how things worked.