Chapter 1 : Innocence
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“What do you mean, sir?” A pug-like girl asked.
“What I mean,” Amycus wheezed, “Is when you’ve done somethin’ but you gotta prove that you didn’t do it. Got it, Parkinson?”
Parkinson nodded and stared intently at the new professor. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle looked to each other in glee.
“Alright, lesson number one. Hex ‘em! That way, you distract ‘em for a bit!”
Some of the Gryffindors in the class looked disgusted at how happy Amycus was. “Who wants to demonstrate?” he asked, grinning evilly at the scared students.
Immediately the Slytherin students put their hands up eagerly.
“Alright, Nott! You get up here! I need you to hex-” He looked around the class, looking for his new victim. “Longbottom! Get up here!”
Neville Longbottom stood up and walked to the front of the class, holding his wand with his face stony.
“Now,” Amycus sneered. “Did you think it would be good to try and get that ‘army’ of yours to free those little mudblood brats?”
“Yes I did!” he said, his voice strong and steady, “We’ll always be loyal to Dumbledore and not you old fools!”
The Gryffindor side of the class muttered appreciatively whereas the Slytherin side said some rude things to him.
Amycus laughed his wheezy laugh. “Dumbledore’s dead, boy! He ain’t comin’ back! And you wanna know why? Because Snape killed him! Nott, hex him! We have to teach him a lesson! That’s why you’re at school, right?!”
He laughed that wheezy laugh again and Theodore Nott shot a stunning spell at him.
“Good! Good!” Amycus clapped him on the shoulder. Neville got off the floor, rubbing his back sorely.
“It was better when we had pillows,” he muttered to Parvati Patil. She smiled sympathetically at him and gave him his wand back.
“So now, you’ve hexed the person! What do you do next? Malfoy?”
Draco Malfoy looked up. “I – I don’t know, sir.” His voice broke on the last word.
“Bloody coward,” he muttered quietly, “anyone else? What do you do after you’ve hexed ‘em?!”
“Do you punch them?” Crabbe asked stupidly.
“No, but if you want, you can! Always makes it better! Ten points to Slytherin!” Amycus said, just as stupidly.
He waited for the class to quiet down before saying, “None of you morons can get it!” The class tittered again and he shouted, “Silence! You Imperius ‘em!”
Nott paled and Neville looked towards Amycus in horror. “Longbottom here would know all about the Unforgivable curses, wouldn’t you?”
Neville swallowed nervously and Amycus continued, with the sick look of glee on his face, “What are the three Unforgivable curses, Longbottom?”
“Well, there’s the Imperius curse-” Neville began.
“Great work! You told me exactly what I told you! Bloody dunce!” Amycus jeered.
“I wasn’t finished saying them! Don’t interrupt me, then!” Neville said defiantly.
Amycus cackled. “My apologies! Continue then!”
Neville glared at him before saying, “The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse.”
“Excellent, you’re familiar with them. Nott, use the Imperius curse on him!” Amycus said, looking at Neville with a twisted look of joy.
Nott refused to move and Amycus spat, “What?! You don’t know the curse?! It’s bloody Imperio! Get on with it!”
Nott shook and murmured, “Imperio.” Neville snapped up like a soldier and then crumpled again.
“He’s fighting it, boy! Do it stronger!” Amycus ordered.
Theodore scrunched up his face and flicked his wand to make Neville dance around. He started performing some ballet exercises but then shook violently. His face would scrunch up and then relax every few minutes.
“Oho! He’s a fighter! Make him do something,” Amycus barked.
Theodore's hand shook slightly as he made Neville do a cartwheel that he would never be able to do in any other situation.
The Slytherins in the class laughed while the Gryffindors looked fearful. After a few minutes of Neville twirling, Amycus finally shouted, “Okay, okay that’s enough there!”
Theodore relaxed and took the curse off him. Neville swayed but remained standing, glaring at Amycus with the utmost contempt.
“Now, for the final step, does anyone know what you do?!” he said gleefully.
Everyone looked at him blankly and then he roared, “You burgle ‘em! That way, if they want somethin’ from you, you can use it to your advantage!” He turned to Theodore. “Okay, steal something from Longbottom!”
Theodore frowned. He walked up to Neville and asked politely, “Can I please have your rememberall?”
Amycus rolled his eyes. “That’s not how you burgle someone! What did they teach in this bloody place?”
“They taught us actual subjects,” Neville said, rolling his own eyes.
Amycus looked shocked. “Are you being a smartarse to me, boy? You know I could do anythin’ I want to you! I can give you the same fate as your parents, boy!” His voice started to rise. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! You’re under our reign, you listen to me!”
The class was watching fearfully and Neville stood up to his full height. “No.”
Amycus’ expression twisted into something dark and ugly, “That’s it! You wanna be a ‘hero’ boy?! Well then,” he leered at him, laughing with a deranged expression on his face. “Be the hero for your little granny!”
Neville’s face lost colour and Amycus reached for his wand. Neville sent a stunning spell but missed him. Theodore then sent Amycus Petrificus Totalus from behind, and pushed Neville out the door.
Neville ran and ignored the looks he got from some of the ghosts. He started running to the common room and realised that would be the first place they would look for him.
He panted and looked around. Where would he go?
Someone’s footsteps were coming round the corner and Neville hid behind a tapestry. His heart thudded loudly and he willed it to be quiet. He couldn’t get caught. They’d torture his Gran.
The only remaining family member he had. He waited for them to pass and he realised where he was.
The seventh floor corridor.
The Room of Requirement.
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