Annabelle Malfoy ⇒ ⇒⇒ [Book 2]

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I plop down into a seat next to Hermione.

"You alright?" She asked me and I just nodded.

'Alastor Moody' is written on the board. Professor Moody turns to face the class.

"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?" He paused a moment and no one spoke so he continued. When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgiveable curses there are?" Professor Moody asked.

"Three sir." Hermione called out.

"And they are so named?" Professor Moody asked her.

"Because they are unforgiveable. Use of any one of them will...." The professor cuts her off.

"Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban." I zoned him out.

And yet my so called father has been using one of them on me for years.

I started paying attention after Professor Moody throws a piece of chalk at Seamus.

"So which curse shall we see first? Weasley." He called.

"yes." Ron squeaked.

"Give us a curse."

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

"Ahhh, yes. Your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why." He said opening a jar with a spider inside. I saw Ron squirm in his seat. I smirked a bit. "Hello what a little beauty." He casts the spell and has it going around the room. "Don't worry. Completely harmless. But if she bites....she's lethal." Draco laughs. "What are you laughing at?" He asks Draco before sending the spider on to his face and his face was priceless making me laugh.

"Talented isn't she? What shall I make her do next? Jump out the window?" The spider moved towards the window. Drown herself?" The sider was sent hovering over a bucket of water where it was wriggling. Merlin, this man is bonkers. "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only do did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another.. another.. Come on come on. Longbottom is it? Up." Neville nervously stood up. "Professor Sprout tells me you have a aptitude for Herbology."

"Theirs the um... The Cruciatus curse." I tensed up after Neville has said it.

"Correct! Correct! come come. Particularly
nasty. The torture curse." Professor Moody performs the curse on the spider and it starts to squeal. I clenched my fist and I felt myself start to tremble. Images of when I was put under the spell went through my mind. Hermione noticed my state.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!" Hermione shouted. I stood up making. Everybody look at me. I grabbed my bag and left the classroom with the professor telling me to come back. I ignore him and kept on walking down the corridor.

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