𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

11

FAMILY'S CURSE

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That morning, I was about to have my second class with Mad-Eye, and I was really scared of it being even worse than the previous one. It was pretty clear that Moody didn't like me, but after what he said about my parents, the feeling was both ways.

I ignored the anxious Gryffindors and the quiet Slytherins and just waited, leaned against one of the windows. The door opened magically again and I went straight through it to catch one of the seats in the back before Weasley or any other Gryff could mess with me again.

Moody made his entrance just as the last day, using his cane to support his tired body. He looked all over the room but didn't ask again our names. I bet after the last situation he already knew who we all were.

His eyes focused on me for a few seconds and it looked like he had almost smiled.

"Today, we are going to continue with the last class' topic," he announced.

"You've got to be joking," I complained in a whisper.

"But this time, we are going to practise it."

A bunch of mumbles started to fill the room.

"Isn't that illegal?" George Weasley asked.

"Not if we do it with academic purposes," Mad-Eye replied, making us stand up and using the magic to put the desks against the wall so there was more space in the room. "Now, make two groups. Slytherins in this side, Gryffindors in the other."

We did what he said, the Gryffindors with a clear expression of doubt in their faces, and us, trying to remain as close to each other as possible. Moody positioned himself next to the Gryffindors.

"Now, who remembers the first curse we talked about?" he asked.

"The Imperio" a girl behind me replied in a little mumble.

Without looking at me, Moody pointed his cane in my direction:

"Right, to keep the family traditions, Arambella, here."

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Taking all my willpower, I gave two steps forward so I was in the middle of the circle as well.

I looked at the Gryffindor group and all of them were with their eyes on me and interesting faces.

"Arambella, curse me."

What?!

I felt my shoulders lose their tension because of the surprise his words gave me.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked again, hoping it was only a hallucination.

Some people held their breath and others gasped slightly.

"Curse me with the Imperio."

This couldn't be true. He knew exactly that the only thing he was achieving with this was to make everyone believe that, after all, I was my mother's daughter.