The entire class was in a state of panic. The spider from before was now flying around the room as Professor Moody commanded it to. The entire class laughed as it was placed right on Draco's face, while half of them screamed when it floated over to a group of girls sitting of to the side.

"If he bites," Moody laughed, "he's lethal!"

The spider continued to fly around the room, crawling up student's arms or landing on their backs. Someone actually tried to kill it, but Moody moved him away just in time, as a result the one student hit another with a book.

"Talented isn't he," Moody laughed, "What shall I have him do next?" Moody pointed his wand to the window and the spider hit it with a small thud. "Jump out the window? Drown?" Now the spider was hovering over top of a small bucket of water.

Moody glanced at Bloom and caught her eye. Bloom instantly understood and took out her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," she shouted. The spider stopped struggling and instead floated gracefully over to her hand. It dropped onto her palm and laid down, relieved that it wasn't going to die anymore.

"There are hundreds of witches and wizards out there who claimed they only did You-Know-Who's bidding underneath the influence of the Imperius Curse," Moody said, his voice back to being shady and serious. "Here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars?"

"Professor," Bloom called, "I think it's time we moved on."

"Right, right. Well then, can anyone tell me what the next curse is?"

No hands were raised.

"Very well then," Moody sighed. He pointed his wand towards the spider and he levitated out of Bloom's hand. "Crucio!" The spider started twitching and screeching at an intolerable rate.

Bloom could feel its pain, how it was calling out to her for help, how it needed her, but she couldn't just stop the class to save an oversized spider. So instead she backed away, eyes filled with terror and glued to the spider.

Bloom's vision flashed to her parents. Where were they right now? Was it really okay to leave them where they were? Were they hurt, dying or possibly even already dead?

"Stop it," Hermione shrieked, "Can't you see it's bothering her? Stop it!"

Professor Moody blinked as though he was going to pretend that he didn't hear her, but quickly shoved whatever he was thinking about aside. He glanced at Hermione before lowering his wand and letting the spider fall onto Hermione's desk.

With great relief to Bloom, the screeching had stopped and the spider looked healthy again.

"Well then, Mrs. Granger," Moody spoke in a soft tone. "Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable Curse?"

'I hope it isn't as bad as that last one was,' Bloom thought. She took a cloth from beside her and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek and landed on her book beside the spider. She slowly shook her head before turning away.

"No?" Moody sighed. He stuck out his wand and hissed two words, "Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of the upmost sickening green came from Moody's wand and crashed right into the spider. Its life left its body and in milliseconds the spider was dead.

Bloom could feel her heart beat suddenly jolt. She was shaking from that curse, terrified that something like that even existed. She wasn't the only one who had been affected by this curse though, Harry, the boy only one desk away from the curse, sat starring at the spider as though he couldn't believe what he had just seen. His entire face was filled with fear, his body shaking and his hands numb.

"The Killing Curse," Moody went on to explain. "A curse so deadly that only one person has ever been known to survive it, and he's sitting in this room."

Moody's magical eye spun around wildly, while his real one slowly turned to look at Harry. It was then that everyone had caught on and began to stare at the pale, brown haired boy sitting in the middle of the room.

Harry looked up at Moody, words failing to come to his mouth. Though it was obvious he was questioning his hearing. Him? Harry Potter was the lone survivor of such a horrible curse? A boy born of a witch and wizard who was raised by two muggles couldn't possibly have that kinda luck, right?

Whereas Harry sat in question, Bloom sat in shock. The feeling she had received from Harry's scar at the opening ceremony matched the exact feeling she had right now. It was true, this really was the famous Harry Potter. He really was the boy who lived.

'That would explain everything,' Bloom thought silently to herself. 'It explains why everyone around here knows who Harry is, it would explain why when I didn't he smiled. What if he has some terrible past like mine? Could we be connected somehow?"

"Right then," Moody said, calling everyone's attention back to him. He started scribbling something on the board again and this time, everyone listened.


"Can you believe this," Hermione yelled as she marched down the stairs. Ron and Harry followed along behind her. "Did you see her face? The poor professor looked like she was going to have a heart attack or something. And then Professor Moody went showing off those spells in the class room!"

"At least no one's hurt," Ron brought up hopefully.

"No one but that spider," Hermione countered.

Harry flinched.

"Harry," Hermione called, "Are you all right?"

"I think I'm going to be sick," Harry alleged. "Tell Hagrid I'm going to be late." And with that, Harry sped off.

"Should we follow him," Ron asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No, we'd better put our books away and visit Hagrid like we said we would. We'll tell him Harry's not feeling well and might be late, if he shows up at all."

"Right…"