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Chapter 21

Back To Class

The first class they had the next day was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Draco was still grumpy with his Father. Harry would just roll his eyes and nod sympathetically when Draco started to whine. Hermione met them outside the Great Hall along with Ginny and Luna for breakfast.

"Hey guys," the bluenette greeted.

Hermione and Ginny hugged them both in turn and Luna smiled, "sleep well?" Harry coughed and ran a hand through his hair, "and the Professors?" Draco flushed and looked behind him.

"Pansy!" He almost screamed when he noticed the pug-faced blond Slytherin behind him. "How are you?" He walked in her direction, shooting terrified looks at the blond Ravenclaw.

"Was it something I said?" Luna giggled.

"He was traumatized for life, Luna, that's a serious matter." Harry smirked, not bothering to question how she knew about his Father and Lucius. He blew a kiss to his boyfriend as they headed into the Great Hall.

Harry chose to sit with the Gryffindor's even though he was now a Slytherin, and the two Ravenclaw's joined him. Much to Ginny's delight who'd been dreading sitting alone with her brother. Seamus and Dean grinned up at them.

"Hey mate, good to see you."

"Nice to know you haven't forgotten us," Dean chuckled.

"Well," Harry answered, "I've only been there for one night, they didn't have time to brain wash me. Don't worry, tomorrow I'll happily be shoving you all down staircases."

Seamus snorted, and Ron jumped up off his bench and pointed his wand at Harry. "I TOLD YOU! HE'S EVIL!" Dean opened his mouth to defend the bluenette but all that came out was a chuckle.

"Thanks guys," Harry hissed. He stood up and pointed his wands at Ron. "I'd like to make an announcement. I am in fact, Grindelward reincarnated. Lord Voldemort is my best buddy, and his real goal in life is, not to kill Harry Potter – because that would be me – but to kill, Ronald Weasley. Why? Because he's a senseless twit!"

Dumbledore stood at the Head Table and glared at Harry. "Mr. Potter, sit down!" He roared, and the ceiling went from sunny and overcast to a scene from the middle of a hurricane. Many of the new first years trembled.

Harry continued to stand, smirking at Ron. "Headmaster said sit, Dark Lord!" Ron hissed.

"He asked a Mr. Potter to sit, I don't see a Potter anywhere. And I'm not a Dark Lord; I used to be one in a past life," Harry snickered as did most of the Gryffindor's sitting next to him.

Severus rolled his eyes, "that is enough Mr. Snape. Sit down," Harry looked at his Father, nodded and sat down. Ron continued to stand and point his wand at Harry until a glare from Professor Snape took the wind out of his sails, and he slumped back onto his seat.

Across at the Slytherin table, almost everyone was laughing. Dumbledore had turned an ungainly shade of red and his hands were clenched so tight they had turned white. Lucius hid a smile behind his hand and Severus calmly picked up his mug and took a sip of coffee. "Well, looks to be an interesting year, wouldn't you say Minerva?" Filius Flitwick asked. She glared back at him, and gave a stiff nod.

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"I am Professor Malfoy, you may address me as such or as Sir. I will be teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts. As they say, to defeat an enemy you must think like the enemy, and so I will be teaching you the Dark Arts as well. Of course this only applies to 6th and 7th years." Lucius strode to the front of his classroom, closing the blinds with a flick of his wand as he spoke.

He stood at the front and sat on the edge of his desk, while tapping his knee with the tip of his wand. "Now, I understand you've been introduced to the Unforgivables? Can anyone name them and their purposes?"

Neville hesitantly raised his hand. "Mr. Longbottom, go ahead."

"The C-Cruciatus, Sir. It causes p-pain." He muttered.

"Yes, it does, and may lead to insanity if used for overextended periods of time. Five points to Gryffindor." He nodded to Neville, who gave a slow smile in return. "Now any of the other two?"

"The Imperious, Professor Malfoy, induces a person to do as the caster wills." Hermione spoke, her nose in the air, daring the man to tell her she was wrong.

Lucius gave a quick laugh. "Well done Miss Granger. Can you give me an example?"

Before Hermione could answer, Ron snorted. "Yeah, that was your excuse wasn't it? Filthy Death Eater! You know all about the Unforgivables huh?"

Hermione looked scandalized, and Lucius only raised an eyebrow. Draco, however, looked ready to rip Ron a new hole. "Well, since I am so proficient in the Unforgivables, you Mr. Weasley will not be surprised to find yourself held under the Cruciatus, will you. Or by Lord Grindelward's hand."

Harry smirked, and twirled his wand before pointing it between Ron's eyes.

"No fair Snape! You can't be the Heir of Slytherin and Grindelward! What are the rest of us ambitious Slytherin's suppose to amount to?" Blaise grinned at the bluenette who laughed softly.

"Well, if you're really, really well behaved, I'll let you bask in my presence." Harry ginned and Blaise snorted in response.

"Thank you for that enlightening topic of conversation," Lucius drawled, "may we get back to the lesson now?" Everyone shut up, and looked at the blond. "Oh yes, fifty points from Gryffindor for Mr. Weasley's lack of propriety. As I was saying, the last Unforgivable anyone?"

"Avada Kedavra," Harry glanced in Ron's direction.

"The Killing Curse, very good. My personal favorite," Lucius answered also watching Ron. The Slytherins and a few Gryffindors laughed outright at the redhead. Ron was so pale you could practically see through him. He fingered his wand, and shot suspicious looks around the room. "That one is rather self explanatory, so I will continue. This term you will be learning some Not-So-Unforgivable curses. Can anyone tell me what they are?"

Draco laughed and leaned over to whisper in Harry's ear, "not Unforgivable curses obviously."

"Very astute of you Draco," Lucius glared. "Now seriously, jokers aside?"

Harry raised a hand. Lucius nodded. "Curses that are dark but are hard to perform are placed in the Not-So-Unforgivable category as Ministry workers deemed them safe enough, as they were hard to cast in the first place. They tend to work well with certain types of wands, rather than the Unforgivables that will work as long as you want to cause pain. Which in itself is hard enough, I suppose."

Draco gaped at his boyfriend. "Oh it was in the Parseltongue book I bought over the summer," he whispered to the stunned blond.

Lucius overheard and nodded. "Well done, Mr. Snape. Ten points to Slytherin." He paused, "take notes students. Can anyone name one? Take a guess?"

"Adficio Cruor?" Hermione offered. Lucius shook his head. "Erumpo, then maybe?"

Again Lucius shook his head. "Surprisingly neither of those curses are on the list, although they are dark. We may be learning some of those later in the year. Anyone else? Mr. Snape? Draco?"

Draco swallowed and looked at his Father, "Tormina?" Lucius nodded proudly. "The Tormina Curse, is similar to the Cruciatus, in that it causes pain, but not insanity. The wand must be held out straight and completely still or the curses will reflect back on its caster."

"Ten points to Slytherin, well done." Draco smirked. "Anyone else? There are seven more to go." No one raised his or her hands. "Come one, anyone? You don't have to explain, just name a curse!" Lucius almost begged – almost, because Malfoy's don't beg – as he began to get impatient.

"The Profano Curse. Incantation is 'Laedo Ledo'. 'Profano' means 'to violate'." Harry said, looking at Lucius from under his eyelashes.

The blond frowned, "yes Mr. Snape. Can you explain what it does?"

"It causes the victim to feel as if he or she is being raped without physical contact. It's a psychologically damaging curse and leads the victim to believe he or she has been raped, yet no one can prove it false or true as, like the Killing Curse, it leave no sign. Eventually the victim becomes trapped in delusions and nightmares, and hence turns insane or catatonic." Lucius opened his mouth the thank Harry, but the bluenette kept talking. "While the least harmful of the 8 Not-So-Forgivables, it causes the most damage long-term, and it would be more humane to just Avada Kedavra the victim, rather than institutionalize them."

Everyone in the class looked shaken or disturbed, a few of them were crying. "Your specialty then Harry?" Blaise asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

"No," Harry whispered coldly. "I prefer the more physical approach." He smirked, and Blaise shuddered. Draco punched his shoulder. "I'm joking, gees."

"Well, ten points to Slytherin. I think that's enough for now. Five inches on the differences between the Unforgivables and the two Not-So-Unforgivables we've discussed today. That's due next lesson. Be gone." Lucius turned and strode from the room before the first student was even out of their seats.

"Well that was educational." Seamus rasped.

"Not really. I have a book about it all." Harry said, and left the room followed by Draco and Hermione.

"What's eating him?" Dean shrugged at Seamus.

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The rest of the day passed similarly and at Lunch, Draco finally cornered his boyfriend. "What was with the attitude today, love?"

"PMS maybe?" Harry grinned, but Draco didn't take the bait. "I don't know, whenever anyone talks about the Killing Curse I remember my Mum. I remember her how the Dementors made me remember her, and it puts me in a bad mood I suppose."

"And when you're in a bad mood, you act similar to Our Lord in a bad mood." Harry nodded. "Eat up, have some chocolate. You'll be fine. We haven't got Defense again for two days, that's loads of time to work out your issues." Draco smirked cheekily, and Harry smacked him over the head. "Watch the hair."

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Dumbledore sighed. Later that night, he was tucked away in his office pondering Harry Potter. Snape, Harry Snape now. Oh how Dumbledore loathed calling the boy that. His pawn, his precious powerful tool: the son of a Death Eater. Oh he had known, and he'd tried so hard to kill him and Voldemort both. The only reason he hadn't left Snape to rot in Azkaban was that he knew Voldemort would rise again, and Dumbledore would need a spy at short notice. A spy who was indebted to him. Snape.

Dumbledore shook himself out of his musings as the fireplace sprung to life. Rufus Scrimgeour, the Minister who replaced Fudge, stepped out and gave Dumbledore a small bow.

"Hello Sir, it's a pleasure to see you again so soon. Have you thought about what we discussed?"

"Yes, Minister. I have given it plenty of thought." Dumbledore said sadly.

"And? What do you propose?" Scrimgeour almost bounced on the spot as he waited for Dumbledore's answer.

"A broken toy is of no use to anyone. Time to take out the trash, as they say Minister."

Scrimgeour smirked. "Very good, very, very good. I'll have the Aurors get right on it." The Minister stepped back into the fireplace and flooed to the Ministry.

"It's for the greater good, Harry." Dumbledore looked older than he had in twenty years. His shoulders slumped as he looked towards his familiar, Fawkes. The Phoenix squawked at him and turned his head away. "Forgive, my dear boy, forgive me." He whispered.

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At Riddle Manor, Voldemort was already in bed. He had a book propped on his chest while he dozed lightly. He jerked awake, dislodging the book and causing it to fall to the floor. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.

"In the name of Salazar." He cursed. He stood and made his way to the main Hall. He called to Bellatrix who ran to greet him and thrust her arm out without hesitation. After he summoned the other Death Eaters, he slumped back in his chair and swore. "Mordred. Harry, not Harry!" He buried his face in his hands and kept muttering under his breath. He didn't look up until a 'crack' announced the first Death Eater to arrive.

"We have a problem."

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Thanks for reading, again. And thanks for waiting so long. Mirror Image was updated yesterday if anyone is interested. And Brothers In Arms Year 3 should be along shortly.

Translations:

Erumpo – To break open, vent, discharge, erupt

Adficio Cruor – drain blood

The Not-So-Unforgivables were taken from my other Fiction MIRROR IMAGE. There is a chapter titled CURSE LIST or N-S-U: BY SARASSIN BLACK if you want to see the rest of the 8.