Professor Moody stood at the front of the class, his magical eye swiveling independently as he surveyed the students before him.

This was the first Defense against the Dark Arts we had in over a month, he showed up for a couple classes and disappeared, totally out of the blue, and to be honest, I was quite glad to see him give us all lessons and just not Potter.

"Today, we'll be discussing the Unforgivable Curses," Moody growled, his voice gravelly and foreboding. "Three of the most powerful and sinister spells known to wizardkind."

The Unforgivable Curses were dark and dangerous magic, forbidden by the Ministry of Magic and punishable by life imprisonment in Azkaban.

"You there, Longbottom," he barked. "Stand up and tell the class what you know about the Cruciatus Curse."

"I've, I've heard of the Cruciatus Curse," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "gramma said it causes... intense pain... to the victim. It's... it's torture.""

"Correct, Longbottom. The Cruciatus Curse is one of the Unforgivable Curses, and it is indeed a curse of torture. It is used by dark wizards to inflict unimaginable suffering on their victims."

I didn't understand why we were learning unforgivable curses, shouldn't we be learning how to defend them, and not what they are?

"Dumbledore can't be fine with this, can he?" I whispered it to Luna, but Hermione was the one who caught it.

"No, I don't think Dumbledore would approve of teaching us about the Unforgivable Curses," she whispered back. "But with Mad eyehere, who knows what's going on?"

"Professor Moody's teaching methods were certainly unconventional," I whispered back.

"But perhaps there's a method to his madness." Luna chimed in, her dreamy voice barely audible.

"Maybe you're right. But it still feels... wrong, doesn't it? Learning about these curses without understanding how to defend against them?"

Hermione's brow furrowed in agreement. "It does seem counterintuitive. We should be learning defensive spells, not just the offensive ones."

"Miss Granger," Mad eye snapped, "since you have such a strong opinion on these, what are the two other unforgivable curses?"

"The Imperius Curse and the Killing Curse, Professor," she answered promptly, her voice steady despite the pressure of the moment.

Moody grunted in approval, his magical eye scrutinizing her for a moment.

Moody turned around and approached a glass jar on his desk. Inside, a small spider skittered around nervously.

"Let's see how you fare, Miss Granger," Moody said, his voice low and ominous.

With a flick of his wand, he muttered an incantation, and the spider suddenly began to grow, its legs elongating and its body swelling until it was the size of a cat.

Hermione was in shock, we all were, but she remained composed as Moody gestured for her to step forward.

"Your task is simple," he said gruffly. "Use the Cruciatus Curse on the spider, and you will be awarded 5 points to your house."

Hermione's cheeks burned up with the stupid and rather scandalous assignment, and I would love to lose half of our points than to kill an innocent creature.

"Go on now, would ya?"

Harry whispered, "Hermione don't."

Hermione nodded no.

"Your moral compass precedes your house, Miss Granger. I suggest you check your priorities ."

With that, he waved his wand, "Crucio." and the spider convulsed violently, its legs thrashing in agony as it writhed on the ground. Hermione gasped, her eyes wide with horror, as Moody looked on with a twisted grin.

"Stop it now!" Harry yelled, his voice trembling with anger.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Moody released the curse, and the spider lay motionless on the ground, its legs curled inwards.

"That, children, is the power of the Unforgivable Curses. Learn them well, for they may be the only defense you have in the real world."

I felt sick to my stomach as I stared at the lifeless spider, wondering what kind of person could inflict such cruelty.

Just as we were left traumatized by seeing a creature be tortured, the class rooms' door slammed open with a dark storm hovering at the edge of it.

"Miss Davis?" His lip curled, as I groaned, "A word,"

I got up and followed Snape out the door, and for a moment we just stared uncomfortable, until Snape addressed the elephant in the room, "You seem to have a knack for finding trouble, Miss Davis," Snape remarked.

I bit back the retort that threatened to spill out of my mouth. Arguing with Snape never ended well, and I wasn't in the mood for another detention.

"I expect better behavior from you, especially after your recent return," Snape continued, his black eyes boring into mine, "And the rescue from another person will not save you the next time,"

I nodded mutely, knowing that any attempt to defend myself would only further infuriate him. Snape curtly, turning on his heel and striding away without another word.

I walked back into class, but just as I opened the door all the attention turned to me as the door made the most loud creaking noise ever made, and put me in the awkward state.

"Class dissmised." Moody's bright blue, eye swiveled from side to side.

I gathered my belongings and prepared to leave the classroom,hoping to see hermione, I wanted to apologize, I wasn't trying to get into trouble, but I always do.

"Hermione," I called out, my voice barely above a whisper amidst the noise of the classroom.

She turned to face me, a look of concern on her face. "Evy, are you alright? What did Snape want?"

"Just the usual," I replied, "I wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to cause trouble, but it seems like trouble always finds me."

"Don't worry about it," She smiled, "I'm fine,"

"I'm free next period," I announced, "What about you?"

"I'm going to the library, just for some research."

"I think Luna has charms next, I'll go to the common room and I'll meet you in the library,"

"I'll see you there." Hermione agreed, and I ran my way to the common room.

I and Hermione are room mates if you will, or we just have connecting dorms, as I was searching for my diary, I found a note which wasn't mine.

I opened the note, Kidnap Mrs. Norris.

Mrs.Norris? As in Filtchers' cat? The one petrified and whose blood was used as paint by a possessed Ginny Wealsey?

Is this some sick joke? I glanced around the common room, wondering if anyone was watching me, but it appeared empty except for a few students scattered about, engrossed in their own activities. Could one of them be behind this? This idea was just so messed up.