The room was back to dark, colder than ice cruelty. The windows were draped in thick velvet curtains with bubbling cauldrons spraying foam before them. Skeltons of all species decorate the room with macabre, accompanied by A silver snake decorated ornatly onto the ceiling.

Harshings robes glimmered with silver serpentine symbols decorating dark green silk. He looked around the classroom, his eyes bloodshot and his arrogance erupting. He waited for his class to arrive.

*Tristan was one of the first to arrive. He was alittle startled by the look of the classroom, but he came in anyway, sitting near the back. He half smiled at the professor, trying to remain positive.*

*Melanie walked into the room. She hadn't known that Harshing had been given back his job. She was halfway to her normal seat before she saw Harshing and froze on the spot, strongly considering turning around and bolting out the door. She then noticed the decor and felt even more sick. She stood there, motionless, not knowing what to do.*



~Mel

*Liam walked up behind her. He put his hands on his her shoulders.* "It's ok mel..." *He whispered in her ear*

*Melanie whipped around and threw her arms around him. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend that she wasn't here, but feeling safe now that Liam was here.*



~Mel

*Liam held her and ran his hands up and down her back* "Shhhh...it's ok.....i'll be here..."

Melanie:"He's going to hurt me." *she wimpered softly*"What if he tries to hurt you and I can't save you?"




~Mel

Holly looked around as she walked to a chair, and continued to gaze around the room with mild interest after she sat. She was actually kind of glad Harshing was back. His lessons were always..exciting.

Liam: "I'll be fine, Mel....lets just sit down....it'll be ok..."

*Melanie glanced fearfully over at Harshing before deciding that if Liam said it would be so, it would be so.*
Melanie:"Ok." *she let go of Liam and walked to her preferred seat in the very middle of the classroom*

*Liam sat next to her and held her hand under the table.*

Harshing waved his wand and the door slammed shut so no one else could enter (( if you are late pretend you have been here all along))

"The Dark Arts" He said as if hed never been gone. "Were and are practised in many ways. Who can give me an example of this?"

*Melanie knew one of the answers, but she didn't raise her hand. She really didn't want to talk. She didn't even want Harshing to think of making her talk. She gently squeezed Liam's hand under the table and waited for someone else to give and answer, or for him to see right through her and call on her anyway.*




~Mel

*Tristan jumped alittle at the noise the door made when it slammed. He would have said something, but wasn't sure if he was right and really didn't want to take the chance at being wrong with this guy...*

"It appears my absence has mentally retarded you all" He sneered and ignited blue flames around the classroom.

"The first form of Darkness is Sadism. We use the arts for our own pleasure. I will demonstrate"

A small puppy in a cage appeared, he let it out and pointed his wand directly at it.

"Imperio" At the motion of his wand the dog started dancing and then throwing itself against the wall until it was knocked out. He removed the curse.

"Another form of darkness but not practising are the unforgivable curses. The first one is Imperious curse, the controller. Can anyone give me another?"

*Tristan cringed when Harshing hurt the puppy. He decided to answer so that they wouldn't be insulted again or maybe he wouldn't hurt another puppy* "The cruciatus curse....that's the tortureing curse...." *He said quietly, glancing up at Harshing*

He pointed at the puppy and muttered "Crucio" the dog yelped as it woke and shook vigrously, squealing and wailing in agony.

"Another?" harshing said whilst still holding the curse on the sog, intensifying it as its screams became louder.

*Tristan closed his eyes, wincing at the puppy's screams. He knew what was going to happen when he said it, so he decided to just say it and let the puppy go out of its misery* "The killing curse...." *He said, not looking at the puppy*

*Melanie was becoming more and more sick to her stomach every second. Whenever Tristan mentioned the killing curse Melanie shouted*
Melanie:"DON'T DO IT, PLEASE!"





~Mel

Alice sank into her seat, her eyes closed tightly, hoping Mel's request wouldn't go in vain, which was not very likely to happen , well, after all it was Harshing.

"Dont do what" He spat still keeping the cruciatus on it. "This? Avada Kedavra" The dog was tortured until a flash of green light erupted and silences its screams.

"Pleasure! a form of darkness. And it isn't illegal to take pleasure from torturing, its only illeagal to torture humans."

"Who can give me another form of practising the dark arts?"

"The inferius... the controlling curse." she muttered, staring at Harshing with a cold, passionate hatred.

"No!" harshing snapped at her. "Inferious is not the controlling curse. Imperious is. Inferi however are a form of Dark arts practise. More commonly umbrellered as Summoning. Summoning or enchanting bodies from the dead have played an essential role in history."

Harshing waved his wand and three boxes appeared. He took around 20 minutes under sheer concentration, muttering in an ancient language, the boxes rattling often until they opened, 3 men, mangled and hovering in mid air, swooping around the classroom.

The inferus slowed and collapsed after a minute. "No one but the dark lord can sucessfully use summoning magic. It takes me, the most experianced in this area so much effort and concentration for a few moments of control. I do not know the secrets of this magic."

The inferus vanished.

*Melanie screamed whenever he killed the puppy. She wrapped her arms around Liam, got as close to him as she could without leaving her seat, and closed her eyes. She opened them in time to see the inferi floating around and she started to cry*





~Mel

*Tristan closed his eyes and covered his ears when the puppy was killed. He yelped in suprise at the inferi and closed them again. He was, in a nut shell, terrified*

*Liam held onto Mel* "Sicko..." *He said under his breath*

Melanie:"He's going to hurt us all." *Melanie managed to say through her crying,*"He's going to kill us, just like the puppy."





~Mel

"SILENCE" He roared, his eyes fermenting thick red veins (yes some veins have red blood in them).

"Mel - 50 points from Gryffindor" He snapped, his face beaming with sick happiness. "Interuption is not tolerated in my classroom."

*Tristan groaned. 50 points? That seemed alittle harsh...*

Harshing turned to Tristan and spent the next three minutes staring at him, his eyes bulging and his lips smiling. He turned away and continued the lesson.

"SO we have summoning and sadism. The last practice of the dark arts is..." he looked around for suggestions.

*Melanie raised one of her hands, but didn't let go of Liam yet. She hoped she wasn't right, but it was worth a shot. Getting it over with was better than sitting her miserably until someone got it.*





~Mel

Harshing cleared his throat. "Horcruxes" the word flipped off his tongue and added a poison into his voice.

"The power of life and Death" The room darkened.

"This is the most evil and powerful of all the Dark Arts"

*Mel put her hand down. That was what she was going to say. A*shole. Whenever the room got darker Mel got even closer to Liam. By now she was almost on top of him. She closed her eyes. Please don't show us...please don't show us...please don't show us.... She thought over and over*




~Mel

Another box appeared, this one was shaking with a girls cries inside.

"Now. A horcrux is an item to conceal a soul. TO make one you must kill a person and perform ancient magic to tear the soul. Only the Dark lord has done this, I have not, however I will show you how to missing the ancient magic part out." He laughed and waved his wand manically at the box and a small girl was forced outwards, tears in her eyes and dirtied through torture.

Harshing swept on her with glee.

"Avada Kedavra. Horcruci Linomols" A flash of green light occured with a glimmer of blue after wards. The light cleared revealing the girl dead and a small box next to it.

Harshing smiled and breathed deeply. "The box is a horcrux without the soul."

Holly leaned forward in her chair and stared in fascination. She knew next to nothing about horcruxes, but the little she did know intrigued her to a great extent. She waited for Harshing to go on, watching the scene infront of her.

*It was too much for Mel to take. She had watched though. She immediatley thought of Becky. She felt sick, and literally. That's how bad it was for her. She let go of Liam and turned away from him, vomiting over the side of her chair, still sobbing. She felt about ready to pass out.*


~Mel

*Tristan felt sick as well, espically when mel got sick.* "You just killed her.....you can't just kill people....." *He said weakly*

"Another 50 from Gryffindor" Somehow Harshing still remained as a teacher, he had just slaughtered an innocent soul in the classroom but was still dishing out point deductions.

"Perhaps you and miss hunter should come to detention" He hissed coldly.

"Now, get todays work into your notes. WIth diagrams."

*Tristan's hand was shaking as he took out a notebook and began to write down what had happened.*

*Melanie looked up at Harshing, thorougly embarassesd, but still scared. She picked up her wand and cleaned up her mess before she fumbled through her bag to get out her notes, ink, and quill. She took the lid off of the inkwell and dipped her quill into it. She was shaking so much that she dripped ink all over her desk. She cursed under her breath. She started to write notes, but it looked a lot more like the reading you would get on a seismograph after an earthquake.*



~Mel