Harry sat back in his seat and looked around the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. This new professor was lecturing on illegal curses and the punishments that would come with their use. They ranged from getting one's want taken away for a month to life in Azkaban.
"... And so class, your assignment is to choose one of the curses and write me a twelve inch essay about it. However you choose to present the topic is fine with me. I warn you though, don't turn in rubbish, because I intend each of you to read your paper in front of the class," Professor Robertson concluded. The fifth year Gryffindor's groaned collectively.
"You will each choose a curse, approve it with me, then proceed on your research." Neville raised his hand timidly. "Yes, Longbottom."
"Sir, may I have the Cruciatus Curse?" he almost whispered.
A look of pity flashed into the professor's eyes but was gone again before any of the other students saw. Harry cringed inwardly, thinking of what Dumbledore had said about Neville's parents the previous year. He knew he should take the Avanda Kedavra Curse, since he'd never fully learned how his parents had been killed by the curse. He also figured that no one else knew too much more about it than he did. Heck, his only memory of his parents was when they were being murdered with it.
"Sir?" Harry asked raising his hand, "I would like to research the Avanda Kedavra Curse."
A murmur passed across the room. "Why of course Mr. Potter, I'm interested to hear what you have to say about it."
Hermione raised her hand next, not overly pleased that two people had gotten there before her. "Professor? I'd like to have the Malvivre Sic Curse."
"And while we're on a roll, I'll take the Imperius Curse," Ron said confidently.
"Of course Miss. Granger, Mr. Weasley. Oh! There's the bell, class dismissed. You will get the rest of your assignments tomorrow!" Professor Robertson called as students rushed past him toward the door.
AN: I just came up with the Malvivre Curse..... But everything else, besides Professor Robertson is property of JK Rowling... Not me.
"... And so class, your assignment is to choose one of the curses and write me a twelve inch essay about it. However you choose to present the topic is fine with me. I warn you though, don't turn in rubbish, because I intend each of you to read your paper in front of the class," Professor Robertson concluded. The fifth year Gryffindor's groaned collectively.
"You will each choose a curse, approve it with me, then proceed on your research." Neville raised his hand timidly. "Yes, Longbottom."
"Sir, may I have the Cruciatus Curse?" he almost whispered.
A look of pity flashed into the professor's eyes but was gone again before any of the other students saw. Harry cringed inwardly, thinking of what Dumbledore had said about Neville's parents the previous year. He knew he should take the Avanda Kedavra Curse, since he'd never fully learned how his parents had been killed by the curse. He also figured that no one else knew too much more about it than he did. Heck, his only memory of his parents was when they were being murdered with it.
"Sir?" Harry asked raising his hand, "I would like to research the Avanda Kedavra Curse."
A murmur passed across the room. "Why of course Mr. Potter, I'm interested to hear what you have to say about it."
Hermione raised her hand next, not overly pleased that two people had gotten there before her. "Professor? I'd like to have the Malvivre Sic Curse."
"And while we're on a roll, I'll take the Imperius Curse," Ron said confidently.
"Of course Miss. Granger, Mr. Weasley. Oh! There's the bell, class dismissed. You will get the rest of your assignments tomorrow!" Professor Robertson called as students rushed past him toward the door.
AN: I just came up with the Malvivre Curse..... But everything else, besides Professor Robertson is property of JK Rowling... Not me.