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Chapter 7

Harry, Ron, and I were currently in the crowded hallway outside of the DADA classroom. The two gits had pulled me out of the Great Hall well before lunch was even over. They couldn't wait to get to class and apparently the other Gryffindor fourth years couldn't either. They were all their except for Hermione.

"Hermione should be here by now. It's not like her to be the last to class," I said looking around for my best friend.

I loved the boys to death, but I needed someone with two X chromosomes. Only Hermione's genius could balance out Ron's Ron-ness. The boy was a complete menace to the whole female sex. I know he didn't mean to be, but he was sometimes. He had the emotional range of a teaspoon.

"She's probably in the Library. She spends all her time in their now," Harry answered.

"Now?" Ron laughed. "She's always spent her time in there. This year isn't any different."

"Last time I checked, she didn't gorge herself and runoff at every meal," I said crossing my arms.

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Hermione made her appearance just as we all started going inside. Harry and Ron pushed their way through the crowd with us in tow so they could get front row seats. You'd think it was a Weird Sisters concert the way those people were pushing and shoving.

Thankfully we got to our seats before someone got a black eye. I sat with Hermione next to the boys' table.

You could hear the very distinct clunking of Professor Moody's footsteps as we were taking out our books. The way he eyed us, you would think he thought we were all Death Eaters.

"Put those books away. You won't be needing them," he said bluntly.

We all did as he said and the books up. I guess he was more hands-on like Professor Lupin. I certainly wasn't going to object and it wasn't just because he was glaring at me with that weird eye.

"Professor Lupin sent me a letter telling me that you all have already covered Dark Creatures," he growled. "However, you all are extremely behind on curses. So, that's what I'm going to be teaching you all about this year."

I looked to Hermione, but she looked confused too. Professor Moody's magical eye was spinning in all directions.

"Now!" he said suddenly. "I've been informed that I am only to teach you about countercurses, nothing at all about the dark spells that could be thrown in your direction at any moment. You're not supposed to be old enough to be able to take on that kind of thing - but I disagree, so I'm going to do it my way. If a dark wizard goes to attack you, he isn't going to tell you what he's going to be doing - you must know!"

If you weren't paying attention then, you were paying attention now. I can understand why he's called Mad-Eye Moody. He was extremely paranoid.

"When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach," Moody told us. "But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"

"Three sir," Hermione said in a shaky voice.

I slid down in my seat a little at the mention of the Three Unforgivable Curses. They definitely cast a few bad memories in my head.

"And they are so named," Moody said as he wrote it on the blackboard behind him.

"Because they are unforgivable," Hermione said. "Use of any one of them will," she started.

"Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban," Moody interrupted. "Correct. Now the Ministry says that you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different!"

DADA was quickly becoming my least favorite class and this was after we already had potions with the Greasy-haired Git.

"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!" Moody yelled as he wrote on the blackboard.

"No way," Seamus said in disbelief. "He can see out the back of his head."

He spun around and threw the chalk that he was holding at Seamus so quickly that we all jumped in surprise. This was definitely turning out to be the class not to goof off in.

"So which curse should we see first," Moody asked the students. "Weasley!"

Ron jumped and paled. He looked like a terrified ghost.

"Yes," Ron asked scared.

"Give us a curse," Moody demanded as he stood in front of him.

"Well, my dad did tell me about one," his voice cracking a little as he answered. "The Imperious curse."

"Ah yes, you're father would know all about that," Moody said. "Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why."

Ron sat down with a quiet sigh, happy he got the answer right.

He pulled a spider out of a jar and I shuddered involuntarily. You don't face a forest full of giant arachnids and not have some trauma from it. I looked over to Ron and instantly felt bad for him. He had paled again and sunk down in his chair.

Pointing his wand to the spider, Moody muttered a spell, "Engorgio." It made the spider grow three times its size and I tried not to shudder again.

"Imperio," Moody said and the spider started flying around.

It was funny at first and we all laughed as it landed on people's desks and heads, but I stopped when it landed on Ron's head. He almost looked like he would cry. Then the spider flew onto my arm. I shot a fearful face at Hermione.

"Don't worry. Completely harmless," Moody said as he flung his wand again and the spider started to crawl up my arm. "But if she bites she's lethal."

I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying. Draco laughed at me, but I wasn't able to tear my eyes away from the spider. I let out a sigh of relief as it flew off of me and on to Draco's face. DADA was quickly becoming my least favorite class.

"Talented isn't she," Moody asked as everybody continued to laugh. "What shall I have her do next?"

Moody had a smile on his face.

"Jump out the window?" Moody asked as he flung the spider towards the window. Everybody immediately stopped laughing and became fearful as they watched the spider hover over the edge.

"Drown herself?" Moody asked in a quieter voice as he held the spider over a bucket of water.

Moody made the spider land in his hand before looking at us.

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperious Curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars?" Moody asked as his magical eye roamed the room. "So how about another curse? Can anyone else name one?"

Surprisingly, Neville raised his hand when no one else did. He looked scared and I didn't blame him.

"Longbottom right," Moody asked him.

Neville nodded but kept his head down.

"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology," Moody said. "Stand up and tell me another curse."

"There's the um...Cruciatus Curse," Neville stood up and said all the while trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"Correct," Moody said as he walked back to the desk. "Come here. This one is particularly nasty. The torture curse."

Moody put the spider on his desk and he pointed his wand at it. "Crucio," Moody said. The spider started to twitch and if it could speak, I know it would be screaming. Neville turned his head away from the spider. I couldn't stop staring at the spider and I clutched at the desk. I could hear screaming in my head.

"Stop it," Hermione suddenly yelled at Moody. "Can't you see it's bothering him?! Stop it!"

Moody stopped torturing the spider and looked up at Neville. He was as pale as a ghost and had closed his eyes.

"… Pain," Moody explained looking out at the class. "You don't need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse."

Neville went to sit down and Amara whispered something to him. She was probably comforting him.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked me.

I looked up to see her staring at me with worry in her eyes. I suddenly became fascinated with the desk as I nodded.

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

Hermione refused as she looked away from the spider.

"Very well," Moody said before pointing his wand at the spider and uttered the worst curse to be ever be created. "Avada Kedavra."

A jet of green shot from his wand to the spider and instantly killed it. I stared at the now dead arachnid. I'm not sure I could take any more of the Unforgivable Curses.

"Not nice. Not pleasant," Moody said. "There's no counter curse and there's no blocking it. Only one person is known to have survived it and he's sitting in this room."

Moody hobbled forward stood in front of Harry, who looked up at him. After a moment though Moody twitched and took a swig from that flask he carries around before returning to the front of the classroom.

We took notes on each Unforgivable Curses silently as Moody lectured for the rest of class. When the bell rang, everyone tried to get out of class as quickly as possible. No one said a word until we reached the staircase and people began to talk.

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"He's bloody brilliant isn't he," Ron said as we walked down the Grand Staircase. "I mean he's completely demented and terrifying to be in the same room with, but he's brilliant."

"Oh yeah he's brilliant all right," Harry said sarcastically. "I'd love to see the killing curse again."

"Oh I'm sorry I forgot," Ron said.

"Don't worry about it," Harry told him.

"He's beyond demented!" I said fiercely. "There's a reason those curses are unforgivable!"

"I can't believe he showed us those curses," Hermione said. "I wonder if Dumbledore knew that he did that. I'm almost certain that he wouldn't have allow Moody to show us those curses. I mean the way that it affected you guys and Neville-"

Hermione stopped when Harry put a hand on her shoulder and nodded his head towards Neville. He just stood there as he stared at the window. Amara noticed us and sighed sadly before turning back towards Neville.

Hermione walked up to him and asked in a quiet voice, "Neville? Neville are you alright?"

If Neville heard her, he wasn't showing it. He continued to stare at the stained glass where you could see it was raining. Moody barged right through us as if we weren't there.

"You alright?" Moody asked him. Neville just nodded without even looking at him. Amara was trying not to glare at him.

"Come on we'll have a cup of tea," Moody told him. "I've got something I want to show you."

Neville followed him up the stairs rather reluctantly. Amara just watched him before letting her shoulders droop. She turned away and walked to her next class.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. The first week wasn't even over yet and she was being melodramatic. Hermione and I said bye to the guys as we headed off to Ancient Runes. We agreed to meet up with them at the end of the day to watch people put their name in the Goblet of Fire.

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I sat next to Hermione as we watched people come in and put their name in the goblet. Well, actually, I watched and Hermione read. As if spending the entire day in the library wasn't enough, she's reading a textbook.

A group of Hufflepuffs ran in pushing Cedric around. I raised an eyebrow as they egged him on to put his name in the goblet. He stepped into the age line and rolled his eyes at his friends. He turned around and placed his name in the flame.

He looked over at me and winked. I smirked at him playfully. He rejoined his friends who cheered and clapped for him.

I looked down to see Hermione smiling at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Isadora, Cedric fancies you," she said as if it was plain to see.

I sighed before giving her a look. "No he doesn't."

"He just winked at you," she said. "Don't tell me that you don't find him attractive anymore."

"Well he is pretty hot," I admitted.

She giggled a little and nodded her head in agreement. You would have to be crazy to not like Cedric Diggory. He was the ideal Hufflepuff, a good quidditch player, and one of the best looking guys in Hogwarts. He also looked really snoggable.

Sudden cheering knocked me out of my thoughts about Cedric. I looked up to see tall, red-headed twins running in. Fred and George were shouting and cheering with vials in their hands. Sophie was behind them, shaking her head. Everyone clapped for the twins. They stood on the bench behind me.

"Well lads, we've done it-"

"Cooked it up this morning."

"It's not going to work," Hermione said in a sing song voice looking up from her book.

They sat on either side of Hermione and stared at her.

"Oh yeah?" "And why is that, Granger?" the twins asked.

"You see this?" Hermione said pointing to a glowing blue line drawn around the goblet. "This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" the twins asked.

"So a geniuslike Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion."

"But that's why it's so brilliant-"

"Because it's so pathetically dimwitted," the twins smiled before standing up on the bench.

I rolled my eyes and watched this attempt.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George."

"Bottoms up," they said before shaking the potion and intertwining their arms. They downed the potion and jumped into the age line.

After a moment of straight silence, nothing happened and everybody cheered. They pulled their slips of paper out and placed it in the goblet.

"Yeah," they said.

The goblet's fire started to rise higher than usual and lashed out at the twins, knocking them out of the age line. They sat up only to see their hair was white and they had long beards.

"But you said-!"

"You said-!"

The twins lunged at each other before wrestling on the ground.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" I cheered with everyone, but Hermione just rolled her eyes.

Suddenly everybody quieted down and Krum walked in with Karkaroff. They were so serious, I felt like they would curse anyone who smiled.

Krum walked into the age line and put his name in. He looked directly at Hermione before leaving with Karkaroff.

"Ooh someone likes you," I sang to Hermione.

She blushed furiously and went back to her book.