hey and welcome back to a new story. this is a one-shot. so yeah enjoy.
(harry potter is not mine it belongs to J. )
it was Friday and Harry,Hermione and Ron were having their first dada class without Professor Moody. Harry was very excited about the class. The twins had told them that it was the best class they ever had!
The golden trio walked into the classroom and sat down in front. Professor Moody came downstairs from his office and started the lecture.
«"So — straight into it. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I'm supposed to teach you countercurses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like until you're in the sixth year. You're not supposed to be old enough to deal with it till then. But Professor Dumbledore's got a higher opinion of your nerves,
he reckons you can cope, and I say, the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. How are you supposed to defend yourself against something you've never seen? A wizard who's about to put an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it nice and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and watchful. You need to put that away, Miss Brown, when I'm talking."
Lavender jumped and blushed. She had been showing Parvati her completed horoscope under the desk. Apparently Moody's magical eye could see through solid wood, as well as out of the back of his head.
"So . . . do any of you know which curses are most heavily pun- ished by wizarding law?"
Several hands rose tentatively into the air, including Ron's and Hermione's. Moody pointed at Ron, though his magical eye was still fixed on Lavender.
"Er," said Ron tentatively, "my dad told me about one. . . . Is it called the Imperius Curse, or something?"
"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively. "Your father would know that one. Gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time, the Im- perius Curse."
Moody got heavily to his mismatched feet, opened his desk drawer, and took out a glass jar. Three large black spiders were scut- tling around inside it. Harry felt Ron recoil slightly next to him — Ron hated spiders.
Moody reached into the jar, caught one of the spiders, and held it in the palm of his hand so that they could all see it. He then pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Imperio!"
The spider leapt from Moody's hand on a fine thread of silk and
began to swing backward and forward as though on a trapeze. It stretched out its legs rigidly, then did a back flip, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it began to cartwheel in cir- cles. Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.
Everyone was laughing — everyone except Moody.
"Think it's funny, do you?" he growled. "You'd like it, would you, if I did it to you?"
The laughter died away almost instantly.
"Total control," said Moody quietly as the spider balled itself up and began to roll over and over. "I could make it jump out of the window, drown itself, throw itself down one of your throats . . ."
Ron gave an involuntary shudder.
"Years back, there were a lot of witches and wizards being con- trolled by the Imperius Curse," said Moody, and Harry knew he was talking about the days in which Voldemort had been all-pow- erful. "Some job for the Ministry, trying to sort out who was being forced to act, and who was acting of their own free will.
"The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I'll be teaching you how, but it takes real strength of character, and not everyone's got it. Better avoid being hit with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he barked, and everyone jumped.
Moody picked up the somersaulting spider and threw it back into the jar.
"Anyone else know one? Another illegal curse?"
Hermione's hand flew into the air again and so, to Harry's slight surprise, did Neville's. The only class in which Neville usually vol- unteered information was Herbology, which was easily his best subject. Neville looked surprised at his own daring.
"Yes?" said Moody, his magical eye rolling right over to fix on Neville.
"There's one — the Cruciatus Curse," said Neville in a small but distinct voice.
Moody was looking very intently at Neville, this time with both eyes.
"Your name's Longbottom?" he said, his magical eye swooping down to check the register again.
Neville nodded nervously, but Moody made no further in- quiries. Turning back to the class at large, he reached into the jar for the next spider and placed it upon the desktop, where it re- mained motionless, apparently too scared to move.
"The Cruciatus Curse," said Moody. "Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea," he said, pointing his wand at the spider. "Engorgio!"
The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula. Aban- doning all pretense, Ron pushed his chair backward, as far away from Moody's desk as possible.
Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and mut- tered, "Crucio!"
At once, the spider's legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Harry was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently —
"Stop it!" Hermione said shrilly.
Harry looked around at her. She was looking, not at the spider, but at Neville, and Harry, following her gaze, saw that Neville's
hands were clenched upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified.
Moody raised his wand. The spider's legs relaxed, but it contin- ued to twitch.
"Reducio," Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar.
"Pain," said Moody softly. "You don't need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse. . . . That one was very popular once too.
"Right . . . anyone know any others?"
Harry looked around. From the looks on everyone's faces, he guessed they were all wondering what was going to happen to the last spider. Hermione's hand shook slightly as, for the third time, she raised it into the air.
"Yes?" said Moody, looking at her.
"Avada Kedavra," Hermione whispered.
Several people looked uneasily around at her, including Ron. "Ah," said Moody, another slight smile twisting his lopsided
mouth. "Yes, the last and worst. Avada Kedavra . . . the Killing Curse."
He put his hand into the glass jar, and almost as though it knew what was coming, the third spider scuttled frantically around the bottom of the jar, trying to evade Moody's fingers, but he trapped it, and placed it upon the desktop. It started to scuttle frantically across the wooden surface.
Moody raised his wand, and Harry felt a sudden thrill of foreboding.
"Avada Kedavra!" Moody roared.»- Directly gotten from Harry Potter and the goblet of fire ( J. )
Harry suddenly found himself in a flashback.
"No! Not Harry, not Harry! Take me! Kill me instead!
Harry felt like he couldn't breathe he felt like he was back in that house again with Voldemort.
" not Harry, Have mercy, Have mercy!"
"There's only one person in the world who has survived the killing curse" Professor moody said loudly
"He is sitting right in front of me."
Harry finally looked at the Professor with tears in his eyes. He could feel the stares from his classmates.
Harry couldn't take this anymore. He stood up from his seat and practically ran out the door. Luckily the halls were empty, so Harry was alone. He sat down against the wall.
Harry was still in a shock state, he thought he never had to relive that moment again. He had heard his mother begging Voldemort to spear his life when the dementors from last year came too close. He never wanted to hear that again. The scream. Her mother's voice. The only clear memory he has of her. It hurts. So. Much. Tears rolled down his cheeks, he rapped his arms around himself. He never cried.
After a few minutes he realized where he was, he didn't want to be seen by anyone right now, but he didn't have anywhere to go. The dorms were empty now but Professor moody class was over soon so his friends will soon come there. Ron and Hermione were probably going to go look for him, but he didn't want to talk to them right now. They wouldn't understand, they never had to go through something like that, hear their mother begging for mercy. He felt his legs going down the hall. He walked out and felt the cold September breeze in his lungs. He saw smoke coming from hagrids hut and the smell of his famous homemade stone scones ( who smelled disgusting as a matter of fact) but it was something calming with the smell too. It felt safe. He walked up to the door and knocked. He heard fang barking and run to the door. " fang, no down boy, get away from the door and let the man in" the door opened and hagrid said hello Professor Dumbledore I- ey Harry?" Hagrid stopped. He looked down at Harry with a surprised look, then worry.
"Harry are you alright?"hagrid asked.
Harry looked down. "I—I—" he started. Harry squirted uncomfortably. "Can I come in please?" Harry asked with teary eyes.
«yes yes of course Harry" hagrid answered and let him in"
Harry walked in and sat down on the couch.
Hagrid just looked at him for a few minutes "I thought you were Dumbledore you see, Dumbledore was supposed to meet me here for something. It's a it's top secret so I shouldn't tell you that" Hagrid started awkwardly. He could see He was upset about something.
Harry nodded, acknowledging him.
"Harry, are you OK? I can see that you're upset did something happened. Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" Hagrid asked , Worried.
"I had class with professor Moody we were learning about the unforgivable curses" Harry started. He demonstrated all of them on spiders". Harry said chocked with tears.
" oh Harry" Hagrid said, realizing what was happening.
"I—I-I couldn't stay there. It didn't feel like I was there . It-it— it felt like I was back in that house my mother…" harry stopped, putting his head in his hands, trying not to cry.
" oh Harry had I'm so sorry this happened to you." Hagrid said softly as he went to Harry side.
He didn't know what to say to Harry for comfort. Hagrid never thought Harry had to go through that again. And what was Professor moody thinking! Preforming those things in class!
«Harry, im so sorry you had to experience that again. I remember that day, I was the one who got you out of that house, I remember seeing you there with a bloody scar in your mother arms. But I also remember how you're mother and father was, they're were the bravest person I know. And the kindest. You are so like them Harry and they would have been so proud of you."
Harry finally broke down, crying his eyes out. He launched himself into Hagrid and cried. Just cried. Hagrid was hugging Harry and whispering comforting words in his ear