Ack I'm such a nerd, I got so excited seeing that a few of you added me to your favorites that I decided to put part 3 up tonight too!

*Typical HP disclaimer* I am not, or affiliated with JK Rowling! Hanna however is all mine and has gone through quite a few name changes before I arrived at Hanna; Adele, Elizabeth, Alexandra, and Gwen just to name a few.

Anywhoo enough ramblings, onto Chapter 3 :)!

Chapter 3

Mad-Eye's Advice

One day during a Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Moody, he was beginning his lesson about the Imperius Curse and had asked the class, "What is the Imperius curse?"

"The Imperius Curse is one of three unforgivable curses. It's when a wizard takes control of another's mind and then tells that person what to do. While under the Imperius curse, the person doesn't realize it and will do whatever the person that put them under the curse tells them to." I found myself uttering as I doodled in my notes.

"Correct! Next time, raise your hand." Professor Moody said.

"Sorry Professor." I replied as I felt my cheeks grow red with embarrassment.

"Now Ms. Rousseau, since you seem to know so much about the Imperius Curse, what do you know about unforgivable curses?" he asked as he walked slowly towards me, his mechanical eye zooming in.

"Well there's the Cruciatus Curse which is said to cause excruciating pain and can eventually lead to death. And then there's … the killing curse." I said as I fiddled nervously with my quill , awaiting his response.

"Correct, and has anyone ever been said to have survived the killing curse?" Professor Moody asked.

"Yes." I responded.

"And who is that person Mrs. Rousseau?" Professor Moody asked.

"Why, Harry Potter sir." I replied as I looked across the room towards where Harry was sitting.

"Excellent." Moody said as he walked over to me and then said, "15 points for GRYFFINDOR! Congratulations Ms. Rousseau. CLASS DISMISSED! Ms. Rousseau I'd like you to stay after for a moment." Moody said to me as I was gathering up my things to leave.

Once everyone had left the class the Professor called me up to his desk and as I reached it motioned for me to sit down.

"Now Hanna, care to tell me why you know so much about these curses?" he asked.

"OH, um I dunno, I find them interesting I guess." I replied.

"Interesting . . . you find the three worst curses known the witching world to be . . . interesting. And where is it you obtained the information on them?"

"My – my parents are firm believers that in these . . . evil times, we must all be prepared. That evil wizards will not hesitate do use dark magic on us, so we should not be afraid to know the spells and if necessary use them."

"I see." he responded, his magical eye moving back and forth scanning my face. "Hanna have you ever taken into consideration what you want to do after you leave Hogwarts?"

"I'm sorry professor I'm not following you." I replied with a befuddled look on my face.

"What are your plans for once you leave Hogwarts? You are only in your third year if I remember correctly?" he asked.

"Yes, it's my third year." I replied.

"Then how is it you are in a 4th year Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" he asked.

"My first year here I was in Professor Lockhart's class and found the class to be really easy. He spoke with Dumbledore and they recommended that I skip a year and advance up to the next year. I'm also in 4th year potions. I guess my parent's paranoia and over-zealousness for all things magical has put me ahead of the curve." I rambled to him.

"Interesting, a Gryffindor who is interested, and seems to actually excel in the studies of the Dark Arts." he said as he got up from his desk and began to pace along the back of the classroom.

"I'm not really interested in them . . . or what I mean to . . ." he cut me off before I could finish.

"Ms. Rousseau, you do not need to explain yourself to me, you seem to forget that I have chased dark wizards as a career up until this point."

"Professor where are you going with all of this?" I asked.

"Hanna have you ever thought what you will do once you leave Hogwarts?" he asked.

"No, I haven't." I said.

"Hanna you have great potential, from what I've seen you are an exceptionally skilled young wizard. You have the potential to become great at whatever you end up doing, good or bad." his voice trailed off.

"Good or bad?" I asked confused.

He turned quickly and looked at me and spoke very quickly, "You do have a choice Ms Rousseau. You-know-who still has many supporters; a young wizard with an interest in the dark arts would surely be looked at as an asset."

I looked at him with horror in my eyes, "What! Me, a dark wizard? Professor I would never! I could never!"

He squinted at me and rising from his chair said, "Of course Ms. Rousseau. Now I must ask you to leave."

"Yes professor." I said as I quickly stood up and walked towards the classroom's exit. As I was about to leave the class I looked back towards the front and saw Moody standing there taking a drink from a flask. I stared for a moment longer before being scared away as Moody's magical eye darted in my direction. I quickly closed the door and headed towards the Gryffindor common room.

"So what did Moody want?" I heard someone ask as I was walking up the Grand Staircase.

"Hey Harry, Ron." I said as I turned around to see Harry running up the stairs followed by Ron. "He wanted to know how I knew so much about the three unforgiveable curses." I said.

"How did you know so much about them?" I heard Ron ask.

"What's the matter Ron? Afraid I'll use one of them on you?" I laughed as I continued walking up the stairs.

"'Course not! You wouldn't would you?" Ron asked as I saw him stop dead in his tracks.

"RON? . . . HONESTLY?" I questioned.

"Didn't think so." Ron replied as he regained his path following Harry.

"My parents have always taught me about all kinds of magic. They say that we must be prepared at all times for any kind of magic." I said.

"The only magic my parents ever taught me were cleaning spells." Ron mumbled.

"Wow, your parents sound amazing." Harry replied in awe, ignoring Ron's comment.

"Moody also told me that I show potential to become a great wizard, and that I'd be good at whatever I end up doing." I said.

"Really? That's brilliant!" Ron excitedly said.

"

Hanna, that's great!" Harry replied.

I stopped them on the stairs as I remembered what else Moody had discussed, "He also mentioned You-Know-Who. The he still has supporters, and that all wizards have a choice of which side to be on."

"Bloody hell, he said what?" Ron exclaimed.

"It was, scary. No one has ever mentioned . . . mentioned anything like him having supporters still. And I certainly never expected one of my Professors to be the one saying it!"

The three of us stood in silence for a few moments before Harry finally broke it, "I'm sure he was only saying that to check your response. He's been hunting dark wizards for years, maybe he's just become a little paranoid.

"You're probably right." I said as we reached the portrait of the fat lady. "Pantaloons." I said to the portrait.

"Correeeccctt!" the fat lady poorly sang as she swung the door open.

"She sure has become desperate for passwords lately . . . pantaloons?" Ron joked.

We all instantly forgot about our previous conversation and spent the rest of the night thinking of hilarious and absurd words that could be used as passwords.