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seven: the unforgivables
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"I'm Rita Skeer. I write for the Daily Prophet, but of course you know that, it's you, we don't know. You're the juicy news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? What mystery's do those muscles mask? What hides behind those big brown eyes? What makes a champion click? Me, myself and I want to know?"

The last few days had been nothing short of crazy, and Dawn Kale hated it. Everything happened so suddenly. The minute news broke out about her and Harry being paired for the Tournament, everyone was suddenly following her around. There was so many pictures of Harry in the Wizarding newspapers and her own name popped up a few times also. Even worse, sending her good luck cards, and telling her how she was going to win.

Unlike Harry who was receiving nothing but backlash from other students.

Everyone had thought he put their names in to her more fame for himself.

It made sense.

At first Dawn believed it, and even confronted him about it (he told her to leave him alone in a very unpleasant way), but after seeing his reaction now she doubted very much he did so. Every time she passed him he looked like he was about to burst out into tears. Plus the fact his entire family was in discussing it with Dumbledore many times.

She went from never knowing Harry Potter to being stuck in this mess with him.

Today, fresh on Monday morning right after having the weekend to process the news, Dawn had been taken out of Potions with Harry. At first she thought maybe they were in more trouble, but then realised that they wanted to take pictures of all the contestants.

She didn't fancy having her face plastered on every newspaper throughout the Wizarding World.

Although, it was a bonus that she didn't have to put up with Professor Snape for the rest of the lesson.

"Big brown eyes?" Dawn mouthed to herself. It was correct, she did have brown eyes but hearing the disgust in Rita's tone it caused her to raise a brow. "What's wrong with my eyes?"

"-not to mention my rapid readers." the woman continued, completely unfazed with her words. "Well then, whose feeling up to sharing?" when no one responded she tugged at Dawn and Harry, who were both distracted by the moving painting of a knight on the wall - he was battling another knight. "Youngest two first."

"I don't like her." Dawn whispers, as they enter a large room which had two stools in the centre. She sits down beside Harry.

"This is big room-" Harry starts.

" You should feel right at home then," Reeta sneered clearly hinting at his high wealth. " Don't mind if l use a Quick Quotes Quill, do you?"

Dawn curled the tips of her hair around her finger whilst Harry answered. "No."

"So tell me Harry, Dawn, here you sit two frightened twelve years old-"

"Fourteen." Harry and Dawn interrupted at the same.

Both of them sent each other a look.

She waved them off. "-about to compete against three students not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourselves, but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?"

"Petrified." Dawn said sarcastically.

She earns a glare from the blonde haired woman as she gestures towards Harry. She wasn't surprised by this as everyone wanted to know about the boy who lived. She was sure the Ministry of Magic was just glad to have a free interview with him. She could tell the woman didn't want to hear her thoughts on what happened.

"l don't know. l haven't really thought about it much I suppose." Harry added, he gestures towards the quill then asks. "Is that really necessary?"

"Just ignore the quill. Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of twelve are you, Harry?"

Harry looked at her. "I said I was fourteen? Is there something you aren't getting here? Do you have a hearing-"

"Your story is legendary. Do you think it was
the trauma of your past and how you and your parents survived... he who shall not be named..that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament? Or is it the wealth that your family has inherited from all the success?"

Dawn snickers at the outright insult. The woman was basically declaring that he put their names into the goblet, and she had to admit it made sense.

Harry narrows his eyes at her but turned to Rita. "No, l didn't enter. Neither of us did. You know because there's two of us here."

Reeta hums unimpressed.

"Of course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. Scratch that last part. Speaking of your parents, how do they feel knowing their son entered the tournament? Have you spoke to them? What does your father who was once as rebellious as you, feel about his son doing such a dangerous thing?"

"I don't know you should go ask my father, I'm sure he'll know what to say to you."

"Proud or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention at worst, a psychotic death wish?"

"Will you shut your trap." Dawn intercepts giving the woman a look. "Your voice iterates me. Your outfit just annoys me and frankly you're just crazy, by the way Fourteen, Reeta, Fourteen!"

"Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past." Harry barked in anger at the same as Dawn interrupted the woman.

She eyed them both. "Wow, well look at the both of you, sassy little devils. What was your name again?"

Dawn ignored her before getting up from her chair and leaving the room.

She didn't care about her whether that may have appeared rude or not.

The Daily Prophet wasn't interested in her and it didn't matter what she said or did.

She left the basement ignoring the looks the other contestants sent her.

Starting off, she didn't know why her name was put in the Goblet, or why she really even had to take part in the tournament. It was like a nightmare. Her mum did end up coming in, and talking with Dumbledore about it.

He still didn't change his mind though.

Right now, the last thing she currently wanted to do was hear Reeta write about her. Considering she didn't care about her and only about Harry, she wasn't about to waste her time.

A couple hours later she arrived into the Defense against the Dark arts, slightly late.

Professor Moody was an alright Professor. At the start of the year he didn't show up a lot and seemed to not have a clue what he was doing, but now he better.

"I'm telling you, Colleen." Dawn extends her arms as they slowly walked towards the classroom. "He won't even notice."

Colleen blinks, "You better hope so because I can't have another detention."

They were greeted by Professor Moody. She rolls her eyes and attempts to sit down.

"You two are late because?" Professor Moody inquired with furrows eyebrows.

Dawn looked over at Colleen expectantly, who looked back at Dawn expectantly.

"Oh, right." Dawn pursed her lips. "I had a personal problem."

His eyes narrow slightly. "How personal?"

She couldn't help the smirk that came upon her lip. "Well if I told you it wouldn't be very personal."

Dawn slides into a spare seat beside Seamus Finnigan. She never spoke to him before.

"Three sir," a voice answers from the front of the classroom.

Dawn takes a piece of gum out from her pocket and starts chewing. Seamus gives her a look, and discretely asks for one. She rolls her eyes before handing him a piece.

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will-"

Her eyes widen slightly when she realised they were talking about the unforgivable curses.

"Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find somewhere else to put
your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr Finnigan." Professor Moody bellows.

Seamus whispers. "Ah no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head!"

Moody throws the chalk in anger at the back of the classroom almost hitting Dawn who rose her hands up in defense.

"Careful," Dawn bellows, "You almost hit me!"

"So, which curse shall we see first?" Professor Moody looks past Dawn who had instantly ducked her head, "Weasley!"

"Y-Yes?"

"Give us a curse."

"Well, my dad did tell me about one the imperious curse."

"Ah-yes," Moody hummed. "Your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite
a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps, this will show you why."

Dawn watches as the Professor reaches into a jar and pulls out a spider.

Instantly Dawn moved as far away from the Professor who came closer -she hated insects.

Bugs, spiders, snakes, everything. She exchanges a crossed out look with Colleen who was across the classroom.

Suddenly he pulls out his wands and pointed it
at the spider. "Hello. What a little beauty. Don't worry. Completely harmless. But if she bites, she's lethal."

"What are you laughing at?" a loud cackle from Draco Malfoy, who was sitting behind her made Moody throw the spider to him. It stuck him. "Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself."

Dawn laughed loudly.

"Don't think it's funny, Mr Usaf?" Moody questioned Fletcher who hadn't laughed. He was sitting beside Draco, right behind her. He pointed the spider at Fletcher and it flew on-to his jacket.

"Ah." Fletcher held his hand up, and allowed the spider to crawl onto it. He gave Moody a smug look. "Terrifying."

Dawn's lips fell into a tight line when Moody gave the opposite boy a look before hopping away.
Dawn looks away.

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed
that they only did you know whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another, another. Come on come on. Longbottom is it? Up."

Neville Longbottom stood up shakily.

"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology."

"There's the um - The cruciatus curse." Neville stammers. His eyes take over a shallow look as he looks down.

Moody claps. "Correct, Correct, come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse."

The man had decided to use the curse on the spider - instantly the spiders leg gave out as it fell down onto its back and revealed a shriveling scream.

Dawn hated the small screams of the spider and instantly looked away - how was he even allowed to perform those illegal spells?

She could never imagine someone performing that on a person.

Neville slowly began to shake and Professor Moody didn't even seem slightly fazed. He then started to cough.

Hermione then bellowed out. "Stop doing it, Professor Moody. It's bothering him!"

The Professor stops. Dawn continues to glare at him until sitting back and crosses her arms. She flicks her hair over her shoulder.

"Thanks for that Yacker."

She stops and rolls her eyes.

She turns around and looks at Fletcher who was leaning forward, with his head rested in his hands. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing a thin line of his toned arms. He was grinning. He looks at her eyes.

She glances at his tattoos for a moment before looking back at him.

She sends him sarcastic smile, "No problem Fletch."

She looks down ignoring the fact that the corner of her lips twitched up into an uncontrollable grin whilst Fletcher leans back in his seat with a smile as he shakes his head.

He continues to gaze at the back of her head.

Moody continues. "Perhaps, you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger-"

Hermione Granger furiously shakes her head. He casts a spell and the spider disintegrates.

"The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it. Him and his family of course. And he's sitting in this room."

He approaches Harry's desk, and takes a drink from his flask.

Dawn mumbles. "Wonder who that could be."

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this chapter proved Sarah's point about dawn hating attention

also if u see any spelling mistakes please point them out I appreciate it sm