A teacher and the unforgivables' story
09/02/1991
Defence Against the Dark Art Classroom, Hogwarts, Scotland,
Slytherin and Gryffindor 7th year students were present in the DADA room for their first class of the year. Although they sat at their desks, they did not see any teachers around, which intrigued them for some and annoyed for others. Being their N.E.W.Ts year, they had no time to lose.
None noticed their teacher watching them closely, perched on the chandelier in the centre of the room. Harry frowned as he noticed that no student had detected him. What a blatant lack of efficiency, fortunately for them that he was not present for murder.
"Where's the teacher?" Asked the Slytherin Prefect, worried.
"Behind you."
The student screamed in fear as the other Slytherin members unsheathed their wands, all under the Gryffindor's loud laughter. As for Harry, who had jumped from the chandelier to land behind the Prefect, he raised an eyebrow at the strident howl of the Slytherin. He ignored the wands pointed at him, representing no danger to the person.
"Your name?" Asked Harry coldly.
"Ge ... Gemma Farley!" Stammered the young woman.
"Know, Miss Farley, that a strident scream will not be enough to defeat an opponent, unless under the air of a young girl hides a singer with an explosive voice?" Harry commented in a nearly murderous voice.
The young prefect blushed from head to toe under the Gryffindor slums, the Slytherins having sheathed their wands while gazing curiously at the teacher's curious reaction. He seemed far more competent than the previous one.
"Silence!" Harry thundered, releasing a tiny portion of his aura.
The Gryffindor's eyes widened as they shut up, some trembling slightly. As for the Slytherins, we could read the astonishment on their faces.
"Do you think it's fun to see a comrade get attacked like this, that her house means she does not need help, or that as a Slytherin she deserves to 'to be humiliated?' asked Harry, glaring to the red and gold students.
None of them answered, some even going down, ashamed. Harry snorted disdainfully before redirecting his gaze to the Slytherins.
"Your reaction was perfect, and I congratulate you, you have not wasted time getting out your wands, ready to react to the slightest altercation. You can sit down!" Harry exclaimed, motioning for Gemma to sit down.
The students performed without speaking, all now focused on their teacher with the most singular behaviour. While continuing to watch the students, Harry flicked a chalk in the direction of the painting where it wrote the teacher's full name. The students were shocked from this act of wandless magic.
"I am Lord Harold Merlinus Tenebrae Peverell of Zakuul , a descendant of a long line of pureblood predating the Hogwarts Foundation, and although I am your teacher, you will have to refer to me as Lord Peverell or your grace, I leave you the choice, if one of you happens to use another form of naming, I will make him regret this sad choice. Have I been clear enough?" asked Harry in a polar voice.
The students nodded quickly, the Purebloods rejoicing to be taught by a pureblood while the other students tried to understand what was happening, having never heard of Lord or other.
"First and foremost, I will establish rules that must be respected to the point. All non-compliance will be severely punished. Don't believe for a second that I will be content with detentions or take a few points." Harry continued with a sadistic smile.
The Gryffindors shivered in terror at the unhealthy smile on their teacher's face. Harry greatly appreciated the Slytherin's impassiveness, Sith-like impassiveness. With a little work, he could integrate them into his Zakuulan Empire.
"The first rule: My orders are your desires, whether they are reprehensible or not, you must always follow them.
The second rule: Everything said here will stay here. If I came to learn that you had the misfortune to inform another teacher or a member of your family, your House, a friend or whatever else, then you will regret it for the rest of your life.
The third and final rule: Magic is neither light, nor dark, there is only power and those too weak to monopolize it. So I do not want any comment about the magic used in this class, nor to be prejudiced about the rest of the students.
Did I make it clear to you? "Harry said while remaining straight, his eyes piercing through the students.
The students shouted "Hay, Your Grace!" In chorus, showing a satisfied smile on the face of Prince of Zakuul.
"Excellent! We will begin this course with a general test of your abilities, no need to grumble, I do not intend to question you or give you a surprise exam. No, you will just come face me in the centre of the room " Harry explained with a grin.
The students began to babble among themselves, eager to confront this teacher who was obviously more powerful than them. It was probably the first time in seven years that they were going to have a real teacher able to teach them Combat Magic.
Harry ordered the students to sit at the back of the classroom while leaving their desks where they were. Once the students were in the back of the classroom, he waved his hand, levitating all the desks and placing them on top of each other near the left wall. Faced with such a demonstration of power, the students could only open their mouths wide, scared by so much magic without a wand.
Once the central area of the class deserted from any obstacle, Harry stood in the centre, standing upright and both hands crossed behind his back.
"One by one, you'll move forward before you try to hit me with a spell, and anyone who can touch me will get FIFTY points for their house - let's start with the Slytherins," Harry exclaimed under the bewildered gaze of the students. present.
Without losing a moment, a student stepped forward before launching a cutting spell, followed by several stunner spells and other common spells. Harry avoided them with ease, using only the Force and his dexterity to guide him, all under the admiring glances of the students.
Every two minutes, Harry ordered a change of students. Some Slytherins were more creative than others, using Aguamenti , Glacius , Dextructum , Experlliarmus Incarcerem or Incendio . The most intelligent was Terence Higgs, the last one launched a powerful Lumos Maxima followed by an Incarcerem and two Stupefy on each side of Harry, the latter then jumping over the spells to avoid them.
It was the turn of the Gryffindors, and he had to admit that for the fight, they were quite competent. After watching the Slytherins, the Gryffindors immediately started casting their most powerful spells, including Petrificus Totalus and Mobilicorpus. Despite all their efforts, none managed to reach Harry.
After two minutes of respite, giving the Gryffindor time to recover, Harry spoke up.
"As you can see, none of you could defeat me, yet I was not armed, giving you a definite advantage, and why did not you manage to touch me? ? "asked Harry.
The students reflected, trying to understand how their teacher had managed to avoid all these spells. Gemma Farley gently raised her hand, Harry gave her the floor.
"You were more trained? I mean, unlike us, you did not rest on your magic solely? ", Replied the prefect under the nods of the other students.
The corner of Harry's lips rose slightly upward before shaking his head.
"Your answer is only partially true, which is why I give Slytherin five points, and although I have not used my magic actively, I can assure you that it was present during each of my movements.
You need to understand that magic is not just energy that can be actively used through spells and runes. No, Magic is more than that, and its usefulness is infinite. Magic helps strengthen the body, improve our reflexes, but also to see beyond our mortal vision, allowing us to see the magic in all its extent.
Every thing is filled with magic, be it an insect, a stone, a tree or even a muggle. It does not mean they can use it, but they have it. That's why I decided to rename Magic as The Force, "Harry explained in a passionate voice.
To the astonishment of the Gryffindors, the Slytherins did not react when Harry mentioned Muggles. This betrayed their interest in their teacher, and the Gryffindors had to admit that there was a meaning to what their teacher said.
"Force is more than magic, it's Life! It binds us all together, it allows us to do unique things, and for those who are willing to break through its mysteries, it can help you increase your longevity, so much so that one can reach a quasi-form of immortality. Of course, some will not hesitate to say that it is Black Magic or related to prohibited Rituals, which is totally false. The Force is above all a gift we have, and it is our right to use it as we see fit, "Harry finished with a strong emphasis on immortality and the right to use it.
Seeing the amazed looks of his students, he realized that he had managed to gain their interest. He had still placed a spell on the room to prevent the students from telling others what they had witnessed.
"I have not yet taken the time to detail the quality of the books that you brought with you, surely at the request of your former teacher. However, know that my curriculum will be slightly different, focusing mainly on your analytical abilities and your reactions in real life. "Harry spoke again, waving his hand.
Immediately thereafter, the desks resurfaced while the students clung to the walls to avoid these flying objects.
"Sit down! We will begin with a theoretical course on the fundamental difference between the Light and the Dark Arts. You will be surprised ... And I advise you to get your books refunded as you shall not need them.", exclaimed Harry once more, waving his hand again.
It was then that a cupboard that had remained at the back of the room opened, from which several books came out to rest on the desks of the admiring pupils.
"We'll use these textbooks for the theory classes, there's a magic lexicon at the end, remember to memorize it, and if you get the chance, practice!" Continued Harry. "And now, open your books to the preface."
Without losing a moment, the students obeyed orders, not without reading the title of the book with some apprehension.
Compendium of Black and White Magic:
All there is to know about the Magical Arts
By Lord Harold Merlinus Tenebrae Peverell of Zakuul
01/11/1991
Teacher Room, Hogwarts,
Harry was carefully reading the parchment he held in his hands before he smiled devilishly, scaring slightly the other teachers watching him.
He was currently correcting the essays of his 6th year students whose theme was "Can we live without the dark arts?" And the answers had more or less surprised him. He expected a majority of "yes" from the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor and a contrary response from the Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
In the end, he had only received one "yes" from the Gryffindors and none from the Hufflepuff. Almost all of the students voted "no" explaining the need for balance in Magic, but also that many spells considered "beneficial" or light were actually dark spells, at least according to the definition of the Dark Arts by the Ministry of Magic.
"---astonished that my son has succeeded in defeating this troll! Ah, so much like his father!"
Harry looked up, temporarily giving up the essay (which was actually the last one) to correct to look at the person who had just spoken like this. He sighed once more as he saw the person in question: James Potter, surrounded by Sirius and Remus.
"A brainless bully who likes to attack people in band?", Said a sarcastic voice.
Harry's lips smirked at the Potions Professor's caustic response, Severus Snape.
"Snivellus ! Don't you dare speak in that way of my son!" Cried James, unsheathing his wand.
"Yeah, go back in your dungeon you Greasy Bat!" Sirius said, wiping his wand as well.
Seeing the situation degenerating, Dumbledore and other teachers got up to intervene but were beaten by Harry.
The latter had risen by unsheathing his wand (through spells and threats, he had managed to prevent the 6 th and 7 th year to reveal the extent of his magical abilities and the existence of the Force) to disarm Sirius and James, the wands rising in the air to come into the left hand of the Prince of Zakuul.
"It is forbidden to fight at Hogwarts without a formal duel, not to mention that two against one is a visible sign of cowardice, and I did not think that two members of the Wizengamot would be so stupid." Harry said under the incredulous looks of all the teachers including Dumbledore.
"Give me back my magic wand you bastard! "Cried James, blushing with rage.
At these words, a dark aura surrounded Harry under the frightened eyes of the teachers. Even Albus had decided not to get involved, both worried and curious about Harold's reaction.
For his part, James widened his eyes as he saw Harry's dark aura, unable to stop himself from yapping when Harry glanced at him promising a thousand sufferings against him. He looked around for his friends before noticing that Sirius was in the same state as him. When he saw Remus, his eyes nearly came out of their sockets: The Werewolf was totally terrified, seeming to fight with himself.
"Apologize, unless you want to challenge me in a duel?" Harry exclaimed before a sadistic smile landed on his face.
He then levitated James' wand in front of his eyes, causing it to bend a little.
"Of course, you will not have your wand ... So?" Asked Harry in a dark, bewitching voice.
James's eyes widened in terror as he saw his wand bend more and more.
"I'm sorry, do not break my wand, please!" James pleaded, swallowing.
"Me too, do not break my wand!" Exclaimed Sirius plaintively.
Harry only arched his eyebrow and smiled inwardly, noticing Severus Snape's joyful gaze. The Potions Master was absolutely delighted to see his enemies imploring someone else, showing how pathetic they are.
"Professor Peverell of Zakuul, I'm sure James did not want to be so rude," Dumbledore said to prevent the situation from escalating.
"I'll be inclined to believe you when they apologize to Professor Snape," Harry replied.
Albus's eyes lit up with joy as he saw a single denouement emerge. He turned to the marauders.
"Boys, apologize to Severus, it's time for your quarrel to end," the old man said under the betrayed eyes of the marauders.
"But it's him that started!" Exclaimed Sirius boyishly.
"All I did was tell the truth, after all, James was a bully who was having fun torturing the other Hogwarts students, along with you and your friend the rat. My question was perfectly legitimate when he was bragging about the resemblance between his son and him," Severus said in a neutral voice with a mocking smile.
Harry, however, saw hatred in the teacher's eyes.
Interesting, he thought.
"Do not talk about the trai ...", began James.
"James, Sirius!" Remus exclaimed, shocking everyone by his intervention against his friends.
Harry watched the werewolf before smiling.
It seems that the werewolf accepted me as Alpha, which explains Lupin's willingness to put an end to this conflict. He could never refuse my orders without fighting with his inner wolf, Harry thought amused.
He felt the amusement of his ancestor through the link uniting them.
"That's enough!" Cried Dumbledore, breaking his old grandfather's face.
The marauders were dumbfounded at Dumbledore's anger. Seeing his eyes, James and Sirius cringed before looking at Severus.
"Sorry Sni ... Seve ... Snape," James exclaimed as if he had just thrown up.
It must not be far , thought Harry with amusement.
"Yes, so ... sor ... sorry, I said it, can we get our wands back now?" Sirius asked eagerly.
"Severus?" Harry asked, ignoring the stunned marauders.
Snape continued to watch the marauders with hatred but also with vindictive joy. For the first time, they had just apologized to him, and he was looking forward to that moment.
After two minutes of silence, and apprehension on the part of Sirius and James, Snape nodded.
"You are forgiven ...", he says before stopping.
He was going to insult them again, but Dumbledore's eyes had stopped him.
"In that case, I agree to give them back their wands," Harry exclaimed, levitating James and Sirius' wands to their owners.
"All because he's jealous of my son!" James exclaimed after recovering his wand.
"Why would he be jealous?" Asked Harry curiously.
Unfortunately, he had been away for the past three days, having had to return to Dromund Kaas to observe the progress of the repairs. He had been pleasantly surprised when he saw Kaas City free of trash and vegetation, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of robots that kept repairing the ancient Sith capital. However, they had more difficulty rebuilding the planetary shield, rehabilitating the city's sewers that were infested with dangerous creatures, and most importantly, they could not access certain areas that were so heavily damaged by the Force that the droids were shocked then destroyed.
And strangely, after his return today, no teacher had deigned to inform him about the events of the previous night.
"Ah, it all started when Quirell ..." began James.
The latter explained with great gestures how Quirell had arrived in the Great Hall before fainting (Harry rolled his eyes as he understood that it was comedy on the part of Voldemort) by announcing the presence of a troll in the dungeons.
He described how the faculty ordered the students to return to their quarters (Harry frowned, Slytherin and Hufflepuff did not live in the dungeons?) Before heading to the dungeons to apprehend the troll in question.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Quirell squint angrily and glaring at Severus ... Interesting ... , Harry thought. James then continued his tirade, explaining that in fact, the troll had mysteriously managed to get to the 2 nd floor where he attacked the girl's lavatory (Harry chuckled inwardly). He then unveiled the presence of a student at that time and how his son Julien and Ron had managed to save this student. Harry noticed that James had been vague about how his son had taken to save the young student.
"And how exactly did he defeat a troll that's out of reach of a first year?" Asked Harry, arching his eyebrow.
At these words, James blushed slightly under Severus' victorious gaze. Even Sirius and Remus had blushed.
"The young ... Potter ... managed to push his wand into the nose of the troll by jumping on his back before being thrown across the room. His friend Weasley seems to have knocked out the troll with his own club thanks to a Wingardium Leviosa , "Snape said mockingly.
Harry was silent for a few seconds.
"I see ...", he contented himself to answer without hiding the amusement in his voice.
"But why was this girl standing in that lavatory? Was not it time for lunch? "Asked Harry.
Once again, the marauders blushed as Minerva glared at them.
"It seems that Julien and Ronald were rude to Miss Granger, who then took refuge in the lavatory to express her sadness. As they are entirely responsible for this fiasco, I removed twenty points each." said the Deputy-Headmistress in a polar voice.
"That explains the sudden drop in Gryffindor point ...," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Indeed, but fortunately for us, the students are fine and the troll is gone," said Dumbledore in a cheerful voice.
Harry arched an eyebrow as he realized that Dumbledore wanted to end the conversation. Looking back, how did the troll do to ... Harry watched Quirell before he smiled inwardly. So, Voldemort was trying to recover the Philosopher's Stone.
"I'm wondering why none of your students have thought of transfiguring an object into a giant needle and aiming at the troll's skull," Harry said.
"What?" Exclaimed several teachers, surprised by Harry's idea.
"It is no secret that the trolls are naturally resistant to magic and contending objects. However, they are vulnerable to sharp objects. The students of thirst year have, if I'm not mistaken, learned to turn objects to needles. They could have easily done it and sent it right on the troll, more precisely the skull, I'm sure Julien Potter would have been able to bannish a simple object on the troll, would he not? "Harry explained, looking at James.
James whitens before blushing with anger. Harry had just insinuated that Julien was an incompetent. He was ready to respond when he saw Dumbledore's disapproving look.
"What would you have done in this situation?" Lily Potter asked, standing aside.
Harry looked at her disdainfully (which did not go unnoticed by other teachers).
"Very simple, I will have used the Death Spell," he replied as if nothing had happened.
The other teachers blanched while some began to scream.
"It's illegal, I knew you were a Death Eater!" Sirius exclaimed with a ferocious smile.
"One more insult from you, and I'll challenge you to a duel to death," Harry replied, squinting dangerously.
At these words, the marauders whitened just like the majority of teachers. Harry had a certain reputation, especially after defeating Filius Flitwick in a duel while both had fun . In fact, Harry had duelled the half-goblin to check his skills against one of the greatest masters duellists in the world. He was not disappointed, and it was a pretty fierce fight that resulted in a defeat for the Charm Teacher and a legendary victory for Harry (He knew the rest of the school was watching the duel, so he had to restrict).
"Sirius did not think those words, did he?" Dumbledore said, darting Sirius with a dark look.
He swallowed before quickly apologizing.
"But why the Unforgivable, you are not afraid of Azkaban?" Asked Quirell with some curiosity.
Harry smiled before sitting quietly in his seat.
"Do you know the story of the unforgivables?" Asked Harry.
The other teachers shook their heads.
"It does not surprise me as the book in which you could find this information was banned in 1738 by the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot at the express request of the Minister of the time, Eldritch Diggory. its pro-ministerial policy aimed at controlling information and putting in place a blacklist of books dealing with Dark Arts.
Fortunately, members of the Wizengamot proposed a second law to allow families with these books to keep them. The book in question is History of the Dark Spells and their Misappropriation , written by Fytherley Undercliffe. I hope I do not teach you that this man was one of the Hogwarts Headmasters in the early sixteenth century, "Harry explained with a small smile.
Harry had a peculiarity that he had not lost in his transformation: The worship of information and reading. He had in a few days managed to read the entire Peverell Library, surely one of the oldest in the British Magic World without having been modified because of the laws. We could find books that are now forbidden.
"I must admit to being curious, could we find out more?" Asked Dumbledore, still eager to know.
The old man had just sat down in front of Harry, holding a cup of tea in his hands. Ironically, the Passion for Knowledge was the only thing shared by Harry and Dumbledore. Harry nodded at Dumbledore's question.
"The Unforgivables were created in 1184 during the Central Middle Ages by a French wizard named Hughes Fragulphe, a descendant of an old franc family known to muggles with Saint-Fragulphe.
Hughes was then a healer who participated in the battles, seeking remedies and spells to help the wounded and mitigate their suffering. Thus he invented the three unforgivables.
The first was that of death, called at that time the spell of Rest, granting eternal rest to those affected by this terrible spell. At that time, his incantation was made by a willingness to rest someone through the incantation. According to this book, Hughes would have invented this fate based on an ancient Aramaic healing spell that was intended to destroy illness. He simply changed the spell so that the illness became the person.
Then he created the cruciatus spell, called at that time the Waking Spell. Its sole purpose was to awaken all the nerves of a person, thus enabling people with disabilities to regain control of their members. Obviously, the spell had to be powerful enough to wake up the nerves, explaining the fantastic pain felt. That's how it earned its name.
Finally, there is the Curse of the Imperium called at this time the Boldness Curse. It was created to help wizards and soldiers of the time to lose all inhibition and fear in order to go to war. It was also used to prevent several suicides, "Harry explained in a voice worthy of his title of professor.
The teachers listening to him were stunned by these explanations as Dumbledore smiled endlessly. He finally knew the origin of the unforgivable.
"Obviously, these spells were diverted to more bellicose ends, which led to their banishment in 1717 by the Ministry of Magic. Note that these spells are still used in France although monitored by their Ministry of Magic. "Harry continued.
Sirius frowned.
"Okay it's interesting, but it does not explain how you would have escaped Azkaban," exclaimed Sirius.
"It's true it does not explain how you would have escaped prison," Severus said interestedly.
Harry snorted before looking at the teachers in turn.
"It should be known that at the time, and it still is, the Ministry of Magic was controlled by the Wizengamot, but the Wizengamot was always led by Purebloods, which explains the law of 1717.
This law makes it punishable by a life sentence of Azkaban any use of an unforgivable spell against a wizard born Pure of Blood or Mixed Blood . This refers to wizards considered as Pureblood and Half-Blood.
This law was amended in 1781 to include goblins, veelas and werewolves as well as consistent hybrids between interspecies marriages, although the law states that only hybrids endowed with magic and allowed to use a focci are protected by this law. Muggle-borns called New Blood from the Earth, later translated as Mudblood, were added in 1718, if that would reassure you, "explained Harry.
The teachers remained horrified when they heard of the law. It was then that Lily's eyes widened.
"That means magical creatures are not protected by this law, that's why you're talking about using the Death Spell, it's legal!" Cried Lily, looking at once horrified and proud of her.
The faculty looked at Harry incredulously, except for Dumbledore (as head of the Wizengamot, he was perfectly familiar with this law).
"Indeed, and this is also the case for muggles, to tell the truth, and according to the Statute of Secrecy, it is perfectly permissible to use an unforgivable on a muggle provided they do not do so in front of other Muggles, not without obliviating them or worse, "Harry said victoriously.
"I see you know about the Laws of Magic," said Dumbledore, slightly suspicious.
Harry looked at the old man before smiling with a look that was meant to be sympathetic.
"After all, it is necessary to know the laws erected by the august body that I will join at the next council of the Wizengamot."
Dumbledore turned pale, as did the marauders.