Hey guys its the newest update, sorry it took a little while but here it is. The next chapter might take a few weeks as the semester is almost up and finals are going to be coming up soon. I do have a new editor though, a friend of mine who writes Fan Fic. Music: Black Holes and Revelations.

Chapter 5

Devil's Revelation

It was Monday and Harry was standing in the hall outside of Legendary Spells and Curses talking to Hermione. Although it was pretty early in the morning Harry was feeling extremely aware. The bruises from Friday's duel were now gone and he was still excited from Sunday's Quidditch practice.

Across the way he saw the witch from two days prior talking to a group of students, one of whom Harry recognized as Ryan. As soon as she noticed him she walked over.

"Um, this is going to sound weird, but I think I left my bag and some underwear in the showers the other day. You didn't happen to grab it did you?"

Harry shook his head. "No, but I think they're still down there."

"Oh... are you sure? My underwear were leopard print and the bag was..." She began to make dimensions in the air.

"I'm sure." Harry responded quickly.

"Oh well." She shrugged and then she turned and headed back to her group of friends.

Hermione glanced at Harry. "The showers? Underwear?" She stared at him in slight astonishment.

"Long story..." Harry replied.

When the witch returned Ryan was staring at her with a look of partial disbelief on his face.

"What?" She asked feigning confusion.

He grabbed her left arm and pulled her away from the group.

"Ouch." She said looking at her arm innocently after they were out of ear shot.

"Don't you what me!" Ryan replied. "Leopard underwear?"

"What's wrong?" She asked, with a look of innocence on her face.

"You..." He began blushing slightly. "Those things are like a freaking welcome mat." He retorted hastily barely moving his lips like he was trying to keep a secret. "The next thing you'll say is that it was only an innocent shower."

"It was." She replied cutely.

"You were in the shower with him!?" Ryan replied a mixture of shock, anger, and hurt.

"Why Ryan... you're acting like a jealous boyfriend." She accused calmly.

"I am not a..." He began by yelling but then dropped his voice. "I'm not a jealous boyfriend."

"I said you're acting like one."

Ryan took a deep breath and began backing up clenching his textbook tightly in his left hand. "You're right. Sorry." He began as he backed up. "Its none of my business. I'll just be going." He pointed towards the class and then started to turn around. A moment later there was a loud bang as Ryan's textbook smacked the ground shortly followed by Ryan and Spencer. Spencer who'd been kneeling over to pick up a book hadn't seen him coming and the two boys had collided.

The entire hall exploded into laughter, Harry and Hermione included. Ryan lay flat on the ground for a moment as the laughter rang out. A moment later he busted out laughing as well.

Ryan rolled to his feet and looked at Spencer who was frantically grabbing his books. His hair was messed up and he was mumbling to himself. Ryan walked over and picked up one of his books and held it out to him.

"Hey man, you alright?" He asked.

"Uh... yeah." Spencer replied looking back angry and slightly confused.

The two boys stood up and Ryan noticed a large gash on Spencer's shoulder. Ryan looked at the floor and noticed a small amount of blood.

"Hey man you should get that checked out." He said motioning towards the wound with his hand.

"No it's fine, it must have reopened when you ran into me." He murmured.

"Seriously it looks a little red. The nurse here is excellent she can probably have that taken care of in no time. I'll cover for you with Rickman."

Spencer looked down at his arm for a second.

"Alright." He replied.

Harry sat in the auditorium tapping his wand absentmindedly against his books. He looked around the room impatiently as they waited for the professor to arrive. Everywhere in the room students were talking and passing the time with odd activities, everyone except for Hermione who sat with her face stuffed in a book.

Harry glanced back at Ryan who was sitting with his feet on a chair at the back of the room laughing with the young raven-haired witch. She was hunched up on the desk with her knees pulled up giggling at something. Harry still couldn't help but notice how attractive she was.

Just then the professor walked in and slammed a book down on the table. Everyone in the room grew silent and jumped into nearby seats. Harry turned around to face the center of the room.

"Hello class and welcome back to Legendary Spells and Curses. I trust you all had an interesting break." Professor Rickman began, "Anyone else wake up this morning and realize they were still drunk and yet strangely hung-over?" He asked looking around at all the returning students. "Nope? Guess that was just me then."

The ragged teacher made his way to the center of the room carrying a book in his right hand, he sat on top of his desk and began to flip through the book, as he did so he spoke aloud to the class. "Can anyone here name the Unforgivable Curses, tell me what they do and tell me why they are called Unforgivable?" He asked as he came to a stop in his book and looked up at the class.

Everything had gone quiet. People were whispering amongst themselves and Harry thought he saw some of the students glance at him. When no one answered Harry raised his hand. From behind him he heard a shuffling and he glanced back. The attractive girl who was sitting next to Ryan was leaning forward on her desk. Her chin rested on her hands as she stared at Harry.

"Mr. Potter." Professor Rickman called out.

Harry turned around in his desk and began to speak. "Um there's the Imperius Curse which controls people, the Cruciatus Curse which tortures people, and the Killing Curse which um, kills people sir."

The professor's head bobbed back and forth as though he weren't sure he should agree. "And they are called Unforgivable because?"

Harry's voice dropped a little bit.

"Because what they do is unforgivable..."

There was a giggling from behind Harry and he turned around to see the attractive witch was trying to stop herself from laughing. Harry couldn't help but blush as he looked at Hermione who was also slightly embarrassed.

"What's so funny!?" Harry asked turning back to the girl behind him.

"Oh Harry, it was a good attempt." Hermione said, trying to make him feel better. But Harry was already ignoring her. He looked angrily at the girl who giggled at the back of the room.

"Oh calm down hun, I just thought your answer was a little funny."

"What's funny about it?" Harry asked, by this time he noticed Ryan was sitting up in his chair paying attention to the girl next to him and Harry, as though this conflict had somehow provoked an interest that the class had been previously unable to do.

"'Because what they do is unforgivable', that's very subjective don't you think. I mean some people might think that a love spell or a memory charm are unforgivable but we don't give this title to them. For that matter, wouldn't it be forgivable if an auror used the killing curse in self defense."

Harry couldn't help but see her point on this matter and it occurred to him that he really had never researched why they were called the unforgivable curses he'd just always heard them referred to as such.

"Miss D'Amico would you like to answer the question?" The professor asked.

The girl smiled. "There are five unforgivable curses, the last two aren't taught in regular Wizarding schools because of their graphic nature. Harry got the first three correct, the fourth one is Aciveria, the Slow Death, which slowly turns the subjects blood into acid, hollowing them from the inside out, and the last one is Dementoria, the Soul Ripper's curse, which creates an effect similar to the Dementor's Kiss."

"Very good, and they are called Unforgivable because?"

"Of the negative energy that builds up in the subjects body after casting one of these spells."

"Precisely, and what does Negative energy do?"

This time it was Hermione who spoke up. "Negative energy is the energy that results from someone casting a truly horrible spell. It's like a drug and once it enters the body it stays around for years influencing a person's actions and memories of specific events. Negative energy prevents a person from feeling remorse or even regret."

The professor seemed to be ecstatic at this point, two students had stepped up.

"And since the subject never seeks forgiveness for his actions, it can't be granted." Ryan interjected calmly.

"How was I supposed to know that?" Harry whispered to Hermione. She looked at him apologetically.

"You weren't." Ryan smirked leaning forward in his chair his position matching the girl's next to him, a hungry look in his eyes. "If you recall, that question was on the entrance exam for this school. See to get into this school, you have to get at least fifty percent on that test. Half of the knowledge is taken from ordinary wizarding schools. The teachers themselves design the other half. That question isn't something you learn at the ordinary wizarding level. Because of this there are only four wizards in the entire history of this school that have achieved perfect scores on this exam. The first was Albus Dumbledore, the second was a wizard named Tom Riddle, and the third and fourth are sitting next to us." Ryan sat back in his chair properly. "Anyway... normal students wouldn't have known that answer."

Harry wondered if the normal comment had been intended for him. He turned around in his seat and looked at the professor who'd faked a cough to regain the attention of the class..

"Miss D'amico and Miss Granger were absolutely correct, the reason that the curses are called Unforgivable is indeed because of the negative energy. Negative energy itself stays in the body for around two weeks but the signs can linger anywhere from six to twelve years. Anyone with negative energy is excluded from work as a teacher, cannot work at the ministry or Gringott's. Its considered by many to be unsafe to hire anyone whose used one of these curses and most of the time, the user's end up in Azkaban as those spells are illegal."

The professor paused for a moment and his face grew grim and Harry felt as though the professor was staring directly at him.

"What happens if someone continuously casts these spells Miss D'amico?"

"Well at first negative energy will simply build up. But a person's soul can only take so much exposure. Eventually the negative energy will become too much for the person and their soul will tear. They will be unable to cast any more spells until the negative energy dissipates and they will become dark and evil in appearance. In addition they will be forever changed, different a monster inside a human shell. Someone whose soul has been torn can never truly recover. For most people this occurs after twenty uses of the Cruciatus curse, ten uses of the Imperius Curse, sixteen uses of the Slow Death, six uses of the Killing Curse and one use of the Soul-Ripping Curse." The cute witch replied.

"Voldemort was considered the most powerful wizard because according to sources he could cast the Killing Curse twelve times at least without shattering his soul." Ryan interrupted. Much of the class winced at the name, but Harry, Ryan, Hermione, Professor Rickman and Miss D'amico all maintained themselves.

"But Voldemort did shatter his soul." Harry interjected.

"What?" Ryan asked leaning forward in his seat, suddenly interested in what the young wizard had to say. "What do you mean Voldemort shattered his soul?"

Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in this turn of events. There was something he knew that Ryan and his friend didn't know.

"Voldemort's alleged immortality was due to seven horcruxes, which each had to be created by severing his soul." Harry revealed with confidence.

"That's interesting..." That hunger returned to Ryan's eyes.

"So He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Neville spoke up, "Was able to cast the Killing Curse twelve times even after splitting his soul seven times."

Ryan smirked. "Really... was there a limit to this guy's power? I guess its just lucky Harry was there to stop him."

The room grew quiet until Professor Rickman finally broke the silence.

"Can anyone tell me what happens to the victim of one of these spells?" The professor inquired.

Hermione's hand shot up, Harry slumped back in his chair, more confident but still not willing to chance it.

"Miss Granger?"

"Well, positive energy builds up in the victim, which causes the spells to grow less and less potent over time. Traces remain just as long as negative energy which is particularly useful in identifying whether or not someone was under the effects of the Imperius Curse sir." Hermione finished.

"Very good." Professor Rickman replied. "Luckily there's a very simple charm for revealing people's aura's that can be used to detect the presence of negative or positive energy. If a person's been the victim of one of these curses they're aura will take on a slightly golden hue, and if they've cast one of these spells it will be tainted."

"What do you mean by tainted?" Gordo asked curiously.

"If the person has cast one of these spells their aura will contain crackles of an electrical like nature, if the person has cast the Imperious Curse, that static will be blue, if they have cast the Cruciatus curse, it will be red, if they have cast the Killing curse it will be green, the Slow Death purple and the Soul-Ripper black. "

Harry wondered why he'd never heard any of this from Lupin or Sirius. It seemed the type of thing to tell him. He thought back to the number of times he'd used the Imperious Curse and Cruciatus Curse and wondered why the ministry hadn't commented on his aura if it contained these signs. His thoughts were interrupted when Professor Rickman pulled out his wand.

"Right it's a very useful spell if you're trying to prove someone's guilt, or if you're searching for a killer perhaps... It's called Devil's Revelation and to cast it you simply flick your wand like so and speak the words 'Ostendo Diabolus.'"

As soon as the words were uttered there were several gasps and stares in Harry's direction as he lit up like a light bulb. Harry couldn't help but notice that there were no traces of the colored lightning crackles in his aura. He wasn't quite sure why. Suddenly Hermione began to glow a light gold and it took a moment for Harry to remember that Bellatrix had tortured her. Neville was also glowing, and Harry remembered how he'd stood up to Voldemort. Harry noticed that two other students were glowing nearly as bright as himself, Ryan and the witch next to her. But everyone in the room was staring at something else now, and muttering amongst themselves. Harry knew immediately what they found so intriguing, in addition to the golden shimmer surrounding Ryan's aura, there was a small green streak of lightning slithering around like a snake.

The spell immediately dissipated a moment later but the stares did not. Ryan wasn't making eye contact with anyone, he just sat there.

"Quit staring!" The attractive witch shouted standing in front of her friend. "Put your eyes back in your head and turn around!"

Ryan held up his hand and for the first time Harry thought he was embarrassed. "Kels its okay."

"Mr. Flowers could you come with me?" Professor Rickman asked quietly.

"Yeah." Ryan replied standing up.

The witch grabbed his arm. "But they don't know why."

"It doesn't matter Kelsey. I don't care what they think." He said, walking towards the door. He stopped halfway to the door and turned around to look at her; "It'll be fine, its not like I did anything wrong."

The Professor grabbed his arm as he walked out the door.

"What do you think that was about?" Hermione asked Harry, leaning towards him.

Harry shrugged. "I dunno really. I mean, I knew he was an ass but I didn't think he'd done anything that serious."

The witch Kelsey sat at her seat scribbling something down. She tried to ignore the eyes that were now on her, but after a few moments she looked at Neville.

"What the hell are you looking at!?" She shouted.

Neville panicked and turned back to his notes. The girl put her pen away, rose from her seat and walked out of the class leaving all of her stuff behind.

Harry wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a tears in her eyes as she ran out the door and he couldn't help but feel he shared in the responsibility.