UNFORGIVABLE CURSES

"Alastor Moody," he spoke as he wrote his name on the board. "Ministry malcontent. And your new defense against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions? When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"

"Three sir," Hermione responded.

"And they are so named?"

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

Mad-Eye cuts of Hermione with a snarl. "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!"

Some students flinched at his words, and some stared in utter confusion.

He turned to write on the chalkboard aggressively, "You need to know what you're up against, you need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than that underside of your desk Mr Finnigan!"

"Aw no way," groaned Seamus, "the old codger can see out the back of his head."

Mad-Eye throws the chalk at him in anger, some students letting out an "ooo".

"So, which curse shall we see first?" He looked around the classroom, one if his eyeball rolling around. "WEASLEY!!"

Ron gulped, standing up. "Yes..."

"Give us a curse,"

"Well, my dad did tell me about one...the imperious curse," replied Ron, trying his best to remain eye contact between Moody.

"Ahh yes, your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago," Mad-Eye said. "Perhaps this will show you why."

Mad-Eye pops open a jar with a huge spider in it, "Hello. What a little beauty. Imperio!" He uses his wand to send it around the class.

"Don't worry. Completely harmless." The class gasps, unsettled. Cassiopeia backed up.

"But if she bites...she's lethal!"

Draco, who's beside the girl, laughs at the other students that the spider crawled around on by the use of Mad-Eye's wand.

"What are you laughing at?" scoffed Mad-Eye as he sends the spider onto Draco's face, he panics, grabbing Cassiopeia's arm who laughed at his face.

"Get it off, get it off, get it off!" He whimpered like a baby. Cassiopeia takes a book, smiling at him.

"Would you like me to smack it with this book?"

Just as she said that, Mad-Eye made the spider jump on Cassiopeia's arm, who wiggled her arm in disgust, trying to push it away.

"Talented isn't she?" chuckled Mad-Eye, "What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself??"

Mad-Eye has the spider over a bucket of water, and the spider tries its best to wiggle its way out.

"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?" Mad-Eye eyes the students, trying to choose one. "Another...another... Come on, come on. Longbottom is it? Up."  
Neville Longbottom stands up, looking at Mad-Eye shakily. Cassiopeia remembered what the letter from her Aunt Bellatrix said, and she lets out a small sigh.

"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology," said Mad-Eye. Neville nods, before opening his mouth to speak.

"T-There's the Cruciatus curse," he spoke, stuttering.

"Correct! Correct! Come, come," Mad-Eye leads Neville to the front of the class and to the Spider that is on the teacher's desk. Cassiopeia watch anxiously as Mad-Eye mutters to himself. "Particularly nasty. The torture curse."

As Mad-Eye points his wand on the spider, he muttered: "Crucio." The spider squeals, hurt. Cassiopeia's eyes moved to Neville who watches tensed and horrified, knowing that spell was used to torture his parents into insanity.

The class was quiet, only the high-pitched squeals of the spider was heard.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!" Hermione yelled. Mad-Eye who seemed to be so focused, stopped. Neville looks absolutely disturbed, his eyes shut. Draco lets out a breathless chuckle beside Cassiopeia, who nudged him in the ribs.

Mad-Eye picks up the spider which is still making a noise, placing it on top of Hermione's book. "Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger."

Hermione shook her head. Mad-Eye nods, casts the spell, a spark of green light shined and the spider disintegrates.

"The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it." Mad-Eye looks at Harry. "And he's sitting in this room."

He then took a drink from his flask as he stared down at Harry.

"Did you see how brilliant Mad-Eye is, I mean he performed the unforgivable curses in front of everyone." chuckled Theodore Nott.

Draco chuckled, "He's okay. The only brilliant thing was when he did the torture curse in front of Longbottom. His face was priceless."

"That's a horrible thing to say, Draco," said Cassiopeia as she pushed Draco's shoulder aggressively.

Draco scoffed, "I hope you haven't forgotten that the person who tortured his parents into insanity was our Aunt, Cassiopeia."

She took a step towards Draco, "No, I haven't forgotten. She's in Azkaban because of that. And dear Merlin I will be to if you don't shut your bloody mouth." She walked pass her brother pushing him to the wall as she stomped away.

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Cassiopeia enters the Great Hall where she sees older students are placing their names into the flame and others are applauding, Cedric Diggory is one of them. As she walked through the crowd to sit on a bench she spotted Neville Longbottom around the corner, she stood in front of him making the boy look up in fear and surprise.

"Uhh, s-sorry I didn't know you are sitting here--"

Cassiopeia gave him a soft smile, "Mind if I sit next to you?"

Neville gulped, shutting his book and shaking his head, "Not at all,"

"Brilliant." She sat down, "Hey, umm, I'm sorry about what happened in Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"It's fine," replied Neville. "Its...umm, nothing."

She nods, and her eyes fell on the book that he holds. "What's that about?"

"Oh, umm, plants. It's called 'Magical Mediterranean Water-Plants' Mad-Eye gave it to me," he grinned. "Do you like plants?"

"Ehhh not really, was never much into gardening or anything that makes my hands dirty." She shrugged, "Dear Merlin, I am absolutely awful in herbology."

"Oh yes, I noticed,"

"Hey!" She sent him a glare.

"S-Sorry," he lets out a small chuckle, she shook her head. She smiled.

A commotion had broken out and Cassiopeia noticed that the Weasley twins were fighting each other, full heads of gray hair and beards.

"Oh my," she muttered, then she turned to Neville. "Nice chatting with you, I hope we can talk more soon."

Neville nods and Cassiopeia stood up, walking away.

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Cassiopeia sat next to the Slytherin students, when she felt a feeling on her chest. It was heavy, and it was weird. She taps her foot anxiously as she watches everyone taking a seat. She felt like something very bad is going to happen, but she doesn't know what. Oh, she wished she brought her sketchbook with her, since getting visions sometimes does not work.
 
"Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion's selection!" Dumbledore said as he approaches the blue flame, and it glows red. A paper comes flying out which had a name while everyone looks on anxiously.
           
"The Durmstrang champion is..." Dumbledore opened the folded paper, "Viktor Krum!!"

The Durmstrang crowd cheer, then another name comes out.

"The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour!"

The Beauxbatons girls cheer as Fleur walks up with a proud smile on her face, and everyone from Hogwarts now sat anxiously.

"The Hogwarts champion..." Dumbledore smiled. "Cedric Diggory!"

Everyone from Hogwarts cheer and Cassiopeia smiled as she watches the Hufflepuff walks towards the

"Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the tri-wizard cup!" Dumbledore chuckles as the students cheer.

The cheering died down when the goblet glows red once more and another name flies out. Dumbledore frowned, taking it and reads.

"This is not good," she muttered to herself, her eyes landed at Harry.

"Harry Potter." The old wizard spoke, "Harry Potter?"

"Oh no," she grimaced as she watches Harry look at the Headmaster in shock.

"Harry Potter!" He yelled.

As Harry slowly walks up, voices in the crowd shout out, booing Harry.

"He's a cheat! He's not even seventeen yet!" said a boy.