Emerald Eyes

Note:

I hope that the last chapter was good. Let me guess you would say, look at the reviews? Well, I'm typing this ten minutes after I uploaded the last chapter.

Disclaimer:

The walls of my imagination are not wide enough, like J.K. Rowling's, to come up with the absurd possibility that I own it.

Lightning-Bolt Scar

Harry Potter, or Harry Patterson stared absent-mindedly at himself at the mirror. It was morning and he had thirty minutes to kill till the Seventh Years came for their classes.

"You look like your father, but you have your mother's eyes... " the phrase that a numerous amount of people said to Harry was undoubtedly true.

Harry wanted to prove it by studying his father, he was an inch within his father's heights, had a smaller nose, and his eyes were emerald. Other than that, he could pass as his father. Even his father's personality was somewhat similar to his.

Slam...

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as Ginny Weasley, or Ginny Westly walked into the room.

"Hey Harry," Ginny said softly, looking up at him with her brown eyes.

"Hi, Gin," Harry said weakly. He wasn't in the mood to talk.

"I guess you're not in the mood to talk."

"Of course," Harry said blankly.

"I know it's about you're parents-"

"No Gin, it isn't. Do you know how many people I saw. People who's fates I know? There's the Longbottoms, Sirius, Remus, Gabian, Fabian Prewitt, Susan Bone's mother, there's Mum and Dad... " Harry said at Ginny. His emerald eyes looked lost.

"I'm sorry Harry, but you can't tamper with fate," Ginny said. On an impulse Ginny reached up and hugged Harry. She rested her head on his shoulder, as he put his chin over her head.

It lasted for a couple of moments before Ginny let go.

"Sorry for that," Ginny mumbled.

"It's okay Gin, I think I needed it."

Harry locked his eyes into Ginny's. For a moment time froze. He felt like he couldn't control his body as he moved closer and closer to Ginny. Soon he stooped to her height. They were close, to close. Harry locked his emerald orbs into Ginny's chocolate pools.

"Geez," the couple tore apart, and practically flew to the opposite ends of the room. It was Sirius. "You can save the mushy-gushy stuff for night-time."

Harry's face was red with embarrassment. He swore he could hear the girls giggling. At least I'm playing my part as Ginny's fiancé. Harry's mind mused.

"Okay, settle down, get into your seats," Harry breathed in relief as Ginny took over.

"Today we are going to learn about the Unforgivables," Harry took over. A look of confusion swept over the classroom.

"Do any of you even know what the Unforgivables are?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"No."

Harry leant over and whispered into Ginny's ear, "Guess Voldemort didn't start attacking with those yet. Nobody knows."

"Okay, well Harry here is gonna explain," Ginny pointed to Harry to begin.

"The Unforgivable are the three most horrible spells. They are the worst of the dark Arts. If administered to a human being, you would be sentenced to Azkaban... " Harry began.

Everyone sat on their seat eager to listen.

"The three Unforgivable are, the Imperious, Cruciatus, and Avada Kedavra. Hearing the names of these spells hints what they do. As you know there are four types of sentences, one of them is an Imperative sentence, as in a demand. this is where the word Imperious comes from. Imperious allows people to be put under complete control of the castor... "

Ginny opened a jar of spiders, and grabbed one. She whispered the spell, "Imperio." the spider started doing acrobatics.

This earned a couple of snickers from the marauders.

"It's is punishable with a sentence of at least ten years in Azkaban if placed on a human being... "

The snickers stopped.

"The second one Cruciatus, comes from the word 'excruciating' Excruciating, means unbearable. It feels like hot knives attack every part of your body. If put under the spell to long, one can be killed," Harry stopped and looked at the Longbottoms. "If one fights it, they could survive, but will be robbed of their sanity."

Ginny with great disgust did the spell, "Crucio." the spider started twitching, even if it was a spider, you could tell it was suffering.

"The last and the most deadliest is Avada Kedavra. The first word of the spell comes from the word, 'evade' and the second word transcribed from Latin reads, 'kill.' The Avada Kedavra will target your heart, and in the blink of an eye, you'll be dead. Which is why most Death Eaters prefer the Cruciatus, because you feel nothing with the Killing Curse. So far to date, no one has survived the killing curse."

Ginny reached into the jar and grabbed the last spider, "Avada kedavra." A shot of sickly green light came from Ginny's wand as it hit the spider, it soon was dead.

"Today, we woll teach you how to fight of the Imperious Spell. Avada Kedavra has no shield, and Cruciatus cannot be deflected unless youj are extremely powerful. More powerful than Dumbledore," Ginny said. "Will every please line up, we will start putting you under the curse now."

Everyone lined up, while a few gulped. The unlucky first person was Peter Pettigrew. "I'll do him," Harry whispered into Ginny's ear.

"Peter, you're up!" Harry called. When Peter stood in front of him, Harry did the wand movement then said, "Imperio."

"Act like a rat, act like a rat... " Harry commanded. Soon to everyone's delight, Peter started to act like a rat. When Peter was done, Harry spoke, "Peter, what did you feel while under the spell?"

"I-I felt total bliss, like I had no worries if I did what I was told."

"Good description," Harry said, "James Potter you're up!"

James Potter slightly gulped, than braced himself as the spell hurtles his way. "Jump on the desk... " Harry commanded. James started to, but then gave in.

"Good job, I felt some hesitation in there," Harry said, with a feeling of pride.

Everyone after James did no better.

"As you can tell, this spell is hard to ward of. Just remember, listen to that voice in the back of your mind."

Harry looked at his watch. "Well that was a fast lesson, we have fifteen minutes left, do you have any questions at all?"

Hands shot into the air.

"James Potter."

"Well, Professor-" James was cut of.

"Don't call me Professor, it makes me sound old, just call me Harry."

"Harry, do you play Quidditch?" Harry smiled.

"Although that's not related to DADA, I made Seeker at First Year," Gasps filled the room, no one made the team on their First year! Not even their legendary Chaser, James Potter!

"Remus Lupin." Harry knew in the pit of his stomach Remus had a question about his scar.

"How'd you get that scar?"

Harry took a deep breathe then started. "A lightning-bolt scar only occurs when one is touched by a very powerful and dark spell. I got this scar when I was one... "

By now people were interested. To know that their teacher was powerful enough to get that scar at one?

"My parents, were powerful, clever witches, they fought for the light side, so they were targetted by Voldemort. On Halloween Night Voldemort attacked, I don't mean he sent a Death Eater, no he went himself to kill me and my parents. First my father died, dueling the dark Lord himself, so my mother and I could escape. My mother wasn't fortunate. She didn't even try to duck or dodge the Killing curse, but stood there. Her love for me became my greatest shield, her love created a barrier not seen I was alive because of that. you see Voldemort cannot stand love. Magic itself is love... "

By now no one talked at all. Soon after a few moments Alive Smith (or Longbottom) raised her hand. "Sir you called the Dark lord by his real name, why?"

"Because everytime you don't say Voldemort, the Dark Lord is winning just a little. To have ingrained so much fear into the Wizarding World that you cannot even say the name? I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing he's gained my fear."

"Plus," Ginny added, breaking the silence, "I picked up this nifty trick." She took her wand and flicked it, it read, "Tom Marvolo Riddle." She flicked it again, "I am Lord Voldemort... "

"Tom Riddle, not a name to be feared of, that's why Voldemort changed it. If Tom Riddle isn't feared than why should Voldemort be?"

"Class dismissed."

Everyone filed out, comprehending what they learned. Knowing that it meant more than everything else they learned.

James Potter

James Potter scurried out the classroom, racing towards his friends. How can I even call myself a Gryffindor? he asked himself. I can't even say the name of someone? "If Tom Riddle isn't feared than why should Voldemort be?" the words of the redhead Professor echoed in James's mind, mocking his Gryffindor bravery.

"Sirius, what'd you think about class?" James asked his best friend.

"It was great," Sirius said in a low tone.

"I know, that Professor is brilliant," Remus piped in.

"H-he s-seems t-to h-have a l-lot of s-secret," Peter stuttered.

"Secrets that need to be answered. How'd he know so much about," James opened his mouth, but he just couldn't say it. "V-Voldemort?" I can say it! his mind cheered.

"You just said his name!" Remus said astonished.

"Yes, Harry was right, I don't feel that scaed anymore." There's something about the Professor that is familar, yet different. James thought.

"Hey, do you think we could pull a prank on him?" Sirius asked. James just laughed as he went right along.

Author's Note
Well then, there's chapter two. This story, will be slow-paced, and I decided to increase the chapters to over thirty. Oh, just so you know, next chapter there'll be a prank by the Marauders, and a prank by Harry. It'll be called: Prank Wars.

Amber Blossom