"Hey Angie" Rory greets Angelina as she enters the girls dorm.
"Hey Rory, how was your summer"
"Well the last two weeks were awesome except for what happened at the quidditch world cup"
"That was awful. So what did you do that was so great"
"Spent two weeks at the Weasleys" She raises her eyebrow at Rory.
"Do tell, you seem extra happy about that" she says as she flops on Rory's bed patting the space next to her for Rory to do the same. "Was a certain dragon Weasley there by any chance"
"He was" Rory smiles at the thought of Charlie.
"That smile tells me that someone's feelings are very much back"
"Back and also maybe might be kind of returned by him"
"Wait what tell me everything now" she sits up excitedly.
"Well he told me he loves me"
"He what, oh my godric I'm so happy for you"
"He also kissed me and we may or may not currently be together"
"You're dating the boy you've been in love with since first year. You give me a new hope for love. Wait who knows"
"Just you and Bill Weasley. He may have walked in on us kissing" Rory blushes slightly making Angelina laugh. "So you can't tell anyone"
"I won't tell anyone don't worry. At least he's so much better than a certain Oliver Wood"
"I thought you liked Ollie"
"I did until he broke my best friends heart"
"Didn't know you cared Ang" Rory smirks at her as Angelina hits her slightly in the arm.
"Of course I care"
"Don't worry Angie if anyone breaks your heart I'll break their nose"
"That is why I love you Aurora Potter" They both laugh and continue to catch up eventually both falling asleep on Rory's bed. The storm had blown itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter grey swirled overhead as Rory saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione examining their new course schedules at breakfast. Rory sat a few seats down with Fred, George, and Lee discussing magical methods of aging themselves and bluffing their way into the Triwizard Tournament.
"Aging Potion" Rory suggested to the boys as Hermione gave her a disapproving look.
"You can't seriously be helping them break the rules Rory"
"Do you know me at all Hermione, at least half the bad ideas they have come from yours truly" Rory smirks at her before turning back to the twins and Lee who were all laughing.
"I think you're on to something with the Aging Potion. Question is who can brew it" Fred says.
"Who's top of our potions class. Me" She says pointing to herself. "You guys get the ingredients and I'll make it"
"I love you Aurora Potter"
"Love you to Freddie" She winks at him. "Moody first, hope he's a good teacher seems a bit unhinged personally"
"Anyone's got to be better than Lockhart" Lee says. There was a sudden rustling noise above them as a hundred owls came soaring through the open windows carrying the morning mail. The owls circled the tables, looking for the people to whom their letters and packages were addressed. Isaac and Logan walked over to Rory.
"Potter" Isaac said with a smirk.
"Black" She smirked back.
"Hello Rory" Logan says sitting beside her slightly.
"Hey Logan. What lesson you guys got first?"
"Defence" Isaac says sitting beside Fred.
"Same as us awesome" After breakfast they made their way to their first lesson which happened to be defence against the dark arts. Taking their seats at the back of the room like always as Logan and Isaac took the table beside them. Most of the class got out their copies of 'Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection' and waited, unusually quiet. Soon they could hear Moody's distinctive clunking footsteps coming down the corridor, and he entered the room, looking as strange and frightening as ever.
"You can put those away," he growled, stumping over to his desk and sitting down, "those books. You won't need them."
"Good job we didn't even bother getting them our in the first place" Fred whispers to Rory and George. The rest of the class returned the books to their bags as Moody took out a register, shook his long mane of grizzled grey hair out of his twisted and scarred face, and began to call out names, his normal eye moving steadily down the list while his magical eye swivelled around, fixing upon each student as he or she answered.
"Right then," he said, when the last person had declared themselves present, "I've had a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you've had a pretty thorough grounding in tackling
Dark creatures you've covered boggarts, Red Caps, hinkypunks, grindylows, Kappas, and werewolves, is that right?" There was a general murmur of assent. "But you're behind very behind on dealing with curses," said Moody. "So I'm here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other. I've got one year to teach you how to deal with Dark"
"Aren't you staying then?" Fred blurted out. Moody's magical eye spun around to stare at Fred who looked extremely apprehensive, but after a moment Moody smiled. The effect was to make his heavily scarred face look more twisted and contorted than ever, but it was nevertheless good to know that he ever did anything as friendly as smile.
"You'll be one of Arthur Weasley's sons eh?" Moody said. "Your father got me out of a very tight corner a few days ago. Yeah, I'm staying just the one year. Special favour to Dumbledore. One year, and then back to my quiet retirement."
"Maybe he's scared of the defence curse" Rory whispered to George. Moody gave a harsh laugh, and then clapped his gnarled hands together.
"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 counter curses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like. 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. So do any of you know which curses are most heavily punished by wizarding law?" Several hands rose tentatively into the air, including Fred and George's. Moody pointed at Fred.
"my dad told me about one. The Imperius Curse or something like that"
"Ah, yes," Moody said appreciatively. "Your father would know that one. Gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time, the Imperius Curse." Moody got heavily to his mismatched feet, opened his desk drawer, and took out a glass jar. Three large black spiders were scuttling around inside it. 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 circles. 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 for Rory and 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," Moody said 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. Years back, there were a lot of witches and wizards being controlled by the Imperius Curse," Moody said, obviously talking about the days in which Voldemort had been all-powerful. "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?" Angelina's hand flew into the air. "Yes?" Moody said, his magical eye rolling right over to fix on her.
"There's the Cruciatus Curse," Angelina said.
"Johnson is it" he said, his magical eye swooping down to check the register again as she nodded. Turning back to the class at large, he reached into the jar for the next spider and placed it upon the desktop, where it remained motionless, apparently too scared to move.
"the killing curse" he answered as several people looked uneasily around at him.
"Ah," Moody said, another slight smile twisting his lopsided mouth. "Yes, the last and worst. 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. "Avada Kedavra!" Moody roared. There was a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air instantaneously the spider rolled over onto its back, unmarked, but unmistakably dead. Several of the students stifled cries. Moody swept the dead spider off the desk onto the floor. Rory stared at the spider as Moody continued talking, the memories of her parents deaths flashing through her mind. "Not nice," he said calmly. "Not pleasant. And there's no counter curse. There's no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and his very sister is sat here in this very room." Both of Moody's eyes looked over at Rory before glancing down slightly to her neck as she moved her robes to cover it more. Everyone else started looking around too. Moody was speaking again but Rory was no longer listening.
"You okay Ror?" George whispered taking one of her hands in his. She nodded slightly before trying to concentrate back on the lesson still holding his hand.
"Avada Kedavra's a curse that needs a powerful bit of magic behind it - you could all get your wands out now and point them at me and say the words, and I doubt I'd get so much as a nosebleed. But that doesn't matter. I'm not here to teach you how to do it. Now, if there's no counter curse, why am I showing you? Because you've got to know. You've got to appreciate what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in a situation where you're facing it. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he roared, and the whole class jumped again. "Now those three curses Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus are known as the Unforgivable Curses. The use of any one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban. That's what you're up against. That's what I've got to teach you to fight. You need preparing. You need arming. But most of all, you need to practice constant, never-ceasing vigilance. Get out your quills copy this down" George releases her hand to start doing as Moody said. Picking up her own quill in her slightly shaking hand Rory attempted to copy down the information as well. Giving up she decides to just sit until the lessons finished. The rest of the lesson is spent taking notes on each of the Unforgivable Curses. No one spoke until the bell rang. "Potter a word" Moody growls out as he dismisses the class.
"We'll wait outside" George says as he goes to leave.
"It's fine I'll find you in a bit" he nods before leaving. Rory walked closer to Moody.
"What can I do for you sir"
"You okay Potter you seemed affected more than anyone else in the class. I noticed you didn't copy down what you was asked"
"Sorry Sir, I'll copy George's notes before the next lesson"
"Is there something bothering you. Maybe it's the scar on your neck"
"Nothings bothering me sir" his eyes looked over her before he spoke again.
"Everyone knows of your famous family history miss Potter and what about that interesting looking scar werewolf was it"
"I'd rather not talk about it thank you Professor"
"Old Professor was it"
"I'd rather not say sir"
"You can go" He growls as she quickly leaves his classroom deciding to head to the library with her free period determined to find a way to either hide the scars or get rid of them completely. After searching countless books she calls it quits for today and heads towards her next lesson. Walking past a group of Ravenclaws she hears part of their conversation, slowing down to hear it better.
"Did you hear there's a girl here who got attacked by a werewolf last year. From what I know she's in her sixth year" A blonde haired girl says. Rory stops and leans against a wall to hear where this conversations going.
"Ew. Can you imagine being permanently disfigured. I mean I'd probably kill myself if it was me"
"Yeah just imagine. She's going to be permanently single I mean who would want a girlfriend like that" the third girl says, it was the Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang. Finally getting pissed off with them Rory snaps.
"I think personally all three of you need to shut your mouths or I'll do it for you. Got it" they all look at her shocked. "What suddenly got nothing to say" before any of them can reply Fred and George come running along the corridor. George grabs Rory, throwing her over his shoulder as he passes. He eventually puts her down when they reach the corridor by charms. "What the hell George" She says as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Why did you look like you was going to kill them. We were watching you"
"It doesn't matter they just said something that's all"
"Was it about the scar" Fred asks grabbing her shoulders to look at her.
"Does it matter. Its done now so let's move on" She tries to hide the fact their words hurt. The twins look at each other before turning back to look at Rory.
"Rory, you can talk to us you know that don't you"
"We know you Ror, you're hiding stuff and bottling up your feelings it's not good for you" George finishes.
"I'm fine guys honest" They decide to drop it knowing she won't say anything. After lessons they reached the entrance hall, which was packed with people queuing for dinner. They joined the end of the line behind Harry and his friends when a loud voice rang out behind them.
"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!" They all turn to see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing there, each looking thoroughly pleased about something.
"What?" Ron answered shortly.
"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" Malfoy said, brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking very loudly, so that everyone in the packed entrance hall could hear. "Listen to this!
FURTHER MISTAKES AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC It seems as though the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."Malfoy looked up. "Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley. It's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?" he crowed. Everyone in the entrance hall was listening now. Malfoy straightened the paper with a flourish and read on:
Arnold Weasley, who was charged with possession of a flying car two years ago, was yesterday involved in a tussle with several Muggle law-keepers over a number of highly aggressive dustbins. Mr. Weasley appears to have rushed to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, the aged ex-Auror who retired from the Ministry when no longer able to tell the difference between a handshake and attempted murder. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Weasley found, upon arrival at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, that Mr. Moody had once again raised a false alarm. Mr. Weasley was forced to modify several memories before he could escape from the policemen, but refused to answer Daily Prophet questions about why he had involved the Ministry in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene.
"And there's a picture, Weasley!" Malfoy said, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with
losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?" Ron was shaking with fury. Everyone was staring at him. As Rory was holding Fred and George back. Isaac and Logan walked over to them as well.
"Get stuffed, Malfoy," Harry said. "C'mon, Ron"
"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered Malfoy. "So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?"
"You know your mother, Malfoy?" Harry said, both he and Hermione had grabbed the back of Ron's robes to stop him from launching himself at Malfoy "that expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?" Malfoy's pale face went slightly pink.
"Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter. I mean have you seen your sister, that god awful scar can you imagine having to live with that" A group nearby turned to look at Rory as George pulled her to him with Fred now standing in front to shield her along with Logan and Isaac sending glares at everyone making them look away.
"Keep your fat mouth shut or you'll regret it" Harry said, turning away. BANG! Several people screamed, then there was a second loud BANG, and a roar that echoed through the entrance hall.
"OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!" Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing. There was a terrified silence in the entrance hall. Nobody but Moody was moving a muscle. Moody turned to look at Harry at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry; the other one was pointing into the back of his head.
"Did he get you?" Moody growled. His voice was low and gravelly.
"No," Harry said, "missed."
"LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted.
"Leave - what?" Harry said, bewildered.
"Not you - him!" Moody growled, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Crabbe, who had just
You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net