Chapter 6 : Alastor Moody
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Kira and Heather followed their mother on the path through the wood just between the stadium and the camp. It was buzzing with excitement that was contagious, the stadium was the largest Heather had ever seen in her life. Taller than any skyscraper and bigger than any stadium in the world. They climbed the stairs till hey were just under the top box, a large black bored looming above them across the way.
“So where is this boy?” Kira asked as they leaned over the railing watching people walk up and the players fly around the stadium.
“I don’t know, he was in the same field as us,” Heather said,
“Is that him?” Kira pointed to a boy with black hair and a paler completion than any other around him.
Heather leaned foreword “I can’t tell,”
“call him,” Kira said nudging her.
Heather cupped her mouth and yelled sharply “Isaac!”
To her surprise he looked up they both waved and he waved back, sporting green face make up he turned and climbed up some stairs.
“Oh, he’s cute,” Kira said
“Is that all you see in a guy?” Heather asked,
“No, they have to have a good arse too,”
Heather ribbed her and the game started, close to the end it seemed the end for Bulgaria; it was then Krum got the snitch. Half the crowd seemed to have realized what was happening; the Irish supporters rose in another great wave of green, screaming their seeker on…but Krum was on his tail. Heather watched as Krum whipped after the snitch how he could see was incomprehensible to her. He drew level with Lynch now as the pair of them hurtled toward the ground again.
“Their going to crash!” shouted Kira.
“Lynch is!” Heather yelled.
With her vision she as right, Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force and was immediately stampeded by a horde of angry veela.
“Where-Where’s the snitch?” Kira asked baffled.
“There!” Heather exclaimed.
She pointed to Krum, his red robes shining with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, his fist held high, a glint of gold in his hand. But they then realized this didn’t mean a thing, Ireland had won by ten points. Kira cursed with venom and Heather grinned, she loved twist like this.
“Look,” Kira said
Heather leaned over the railing again and looked to where she pointed, Isaac was jumping up and down with a friend it looked like.
“Well at least he’s happy,” Heather said, to a glaring Kira. “Someone has to be,”
After the ministers congratulated the teams everyone filed back to their camps, Heather couldn’t remember when she had ever been so exhausted. She climbed the spiral stairs to the two rooms in the tent with one bathroom. Kira had the top bunk, her vision faded quickly as she fell asleep, only to fall into a dream of screaming.
Heather felt like it had only been a few moments before she had fallen to sleep when she woke again. She realized that the screams of terror in her dreams were real and coming from outside. She sat up listening sharply to the screaming before throwing off her covers and shaking Kira.
“Wake up, wake up, don’t you hear that?” she hissed
Kira woke with a moan and sat up, “what, what?”
“Listen!” Heater hissed, Kira though half asleep listened intently then her eyes widened.
Heather raced to the wardrobe Kira behind her and they changed quickly, when their mother ran up. She was already dressed looking stressed and sweaty, wand at hand, she gasped, “Both of you downstairs hurry, quickly!”
Heather grabbed her wand and ran down the stairs with Kira and outside. Heather soon realized they wouldn’t need a wand to see, the burning tents provided enough light. She watched as people ran away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field toward them. Flashed and blast of what sounded like gunfire came from that something. Suddenly without warning a green blast exploded near them, Heather grabbed Kira and they threw themselves onto the ground.
Suddenly that light illuminated the scene, across the field marched a tightly packed band of wizards. They’re wands pointed upward imitating the green flash, they’re faces were hooded and masked. Struggling and squirming above them was four people, screaming for mercy. Suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder hauling her and Kira to their feet and shoving them foreword.
“Run into the woods, stay there!” their mother said then ran off.
Both in shock ran for the woods with other people, Heather kept telling Kira to run, because for her she felt like Kira was at a slow jog. They stopped at an empty clearing still hearing people running around them.
“I am running!” Kira gasped, huffing and puffing.
Heather looked to her, she had been running confusion struck her but she didn’t have time to think. She realized the clearing had gone quiet and they were alone. Then rustling came from the trees, they drew their wands, staring into the darkness.
“Who’s there?” Heather shouted into the mist.
With out warning the silence was rent by a voice unlike any they had heard in the wood; and it uttered, not a panicked shout, but what sounded like spell.
With a blast something green and glittering irrupted in the sky, Heather felt herself crash into something soft.
“Ouch!” came the strangled voice of Ron.
Heather realized the green wasn’t owned by any leprechaun, it was a colossal skull, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth. Kira stood with Heather and realized that Hermione Ron and Harry were in the same clearing. But all were staring up at the mark in the sky. Suddenly a shriek emitted from the woods and all sound reached Heather’s ears again, the mark the course of all of it.
“It’s the dark mark!” Hermione said, to a confused Harry.
Heather’s stomach sank as Hermione’s fact like nature kicked in a and she explained what it was. Just as they began to move from the sight a series of popping noises announced the arrival of twenty wizards, appearing from thin air, surrounding them. Heather realized that all had their wands drawn and pointed dead on at the them.
“DUCK!” Harry shouted
With that warning they did, feeling the blast of the spell above them as more fired until a voice roared.
“Stop! STOP! That’s my son!”
It was Mr. Weasley, striding towards them as the other wizards lowered their wand. He began to address them when: “Out of the way, Arthur” Mr. Crouch said.
“Which of you did it?” he snapped, his sharp eyes darting between them by laying on Heather. “Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?”
“I didn’t!” Heather exclaimed to his accusing stare.
“None of us did that,” said Harry, gesturing up at the skull.
An argument broke out until a witch whispered to him “Barty, they’re kids, Barty, they’d never have been able to-”
“Where did the Mark come from, you five?” said Mr. Weasley quickly.
“Over there,” Kira said, supporting a gashed arm.
“Yes,” Hermione said, “There was someone behind the trees…they shouted worlds- an incantation-”
Mr. Crouch sent his Aurors through the trees from the clearing but what they found made no sense. A small house elf by the name of Winky unconscious in the trees clutching Harry’s wand. Hermione stuck up for her, which even in her case it just seemed so unreasonable. There was no need for argue it was a house elf, a very poor one indeed. Besides the voice that shouted wasn’t a small elf voice it was human and horse. But within Harry’s wand was the same incantation, Mr. Diggory made it disappear with a wisp of smoke.
The argument continued until they look the house elf away for interrogation and they followed Mr. Weasley back to the camp sight.
“You two come with me, I won’t let you back alone,” he said.
Hermione began to argue with Ron about the treatment of Winky and Heather tuned out. Beginning to zone in on her throbbing arm, which like Kira’s was broken open and bleeding. The rest had minor injuries too which were taken care of at the tent, they explained to Charlie, Percy and Bill what had happened. Just as Hermione began to argue again their mother peered through the tent. With a soft cry she took both Kira and Heather in her arms with a hug.
“thank Merlin,” she said, then turned to Mr. Weasley, “Thank you for watching out for them,”
“You would have done the same to my own, anytime Aimi.” he said with a smile.
Shortly after to Heather’s surprise Remus walked inside as well, greeting Mr. Weasley and her mother before walking to her.
“are you okay?” he asked, worry clear in his voice as he enveloped her in a hug.
“Yeah, I’m fine, what are you doing here?” she asked,
“We heard about the attack and all came,” Lupin said
“we, all?” Heather asked.
“uh…yeah, I heard about the dark mark, but you were all gone by the time I got there.” Lupin said to Mr. Weasley, who began to explain.
But Heather was looking at Lupin with mild interest, what had he meant by we and all had come. Who was this group or couple he spoke of, she was too tired to persist, going back to their tent. Their mother left Lupin in charge while she went to help the ministry some more. Heather couldn’t sleep, she lay in her bed, listening to Kira breath above her, taking in everything. Eventually her eyes dropped only to have Lupin walk into the room and wake them to leave. Packing up was quiet, the whole camp would appear to be empty it wasn’t for people walking around. Their mother wasn’t back yet, but Remus assured them she would be back l after that day; Kira was staying at their house.
The sun was barely up when they appeared in front of Lupin’s house with a crack. Heather lead Kira up stairs and they got a few more hours of sleep while Lupin went to the ministry. When Heather woke Lupin was still gone, she didn’t wake Kira, she changed silently and went downstairs. At the window in the kitchen was a barn owl, he had the prophet in his beak and was waiting for payment, Lupin must’ve forgotten about him. Putting a few knuts in the owls pouch tied to his leg he dropped the paper and flew off. Heather picked up the paper and read:
SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP
If the terrified wizards and witches who waited breathlessly for news at the edge of the wood expected reassurance from the Ministry of Magic, they were sadly disappointed. A Ministry official emerged some time after the appearance of the Dark Mark alleging that nobody had been hurt, but refusing to give any more information. Whether this statement will be enough to quash the rumors that several bodies were removed from the woods an hour later remains to be see.
Heather pulled a look, this didn’t make sense, who would write such things about their own ministry, shouldn‘t they be putting hope and reassurance into these stories? Heather scanned the paper and found the writer and read the name Rita Skeeter. Sigh heaved a sigh and threw the paper on the counter, that woman was always writing cockamamie stuff. Heather recalled as she sipped tea that last week the Ministry was wasting time on cauldron thickness and should be stamping out vampires. That got her on a discussion with Lupin for quiet a while.
It was then Kira stumbled into the kitchen, mumbling a good morning and thanking Heather for tea. They chatted a while about last nights incidents but eventually dropped it, knowing there would be more to talk about on the train. Taking showers and eating helped their awareness but they mostly lounged around all day. In the evening their mother appeared in the house and took them home.
“But what about Remus, where is he?” Heather asked, dragging her trunk to the fire.
“He’s still at the Ministry, with Albus and Arthur, sorting things out.” she said, “He should be back by tomorrow.”
“But tomorrow is when we leave for Hogwarts,” Kira said,
“I know, he may show up at the station but I cannot promise it,” she told them.
Stepping through the fire, Heather looked back at the dark house a clap of lighting illuminated the house. As rain fell she stepped into the green flames and disappeared into her old house. Kira now had her own room, Heather stayed in the guest bedroom, their father was at the Ministry too, working out things. Their mother wouldn’t tell them what things or why, just to eat and get some sleep. The next morning Heather woke ot voices and sat up, she recognized it as Amos Diggory’s voice. How her ears were hearing this it was beyond her but she crept downstairs anyway.
…Muggle neighbors heard shouting and explosions, so they went and called those- please-men people. We need you down here for extra hands, Lin,” said his voice urgently.
Heather descended the stairs and watched them talk in the living room, “yes, yes I’ll be there in a few moments.” her father said, pulling on his robes and shoes.
“Muggles heard it?” Heather asked her mother as she walked by.
Her mother started not seeing her and her father whirled around, “Heather, you’re not suppose to be here!” she gasped, “You’re-
But Amos began to talk again, “-it’s a real stroke of luck I heard about it,” said Mr., Diggory’s head. “I had to come into the office early to send a couple of owls, and I found the Improper Use of Magic lot all setting off- if Rita Skeeter gets hold of this one-”
“What does Alastor Moody say happened?” her father asked.
“Says he heard an intruder in his yard. Says he was creeping toward the house, but was ambushed by his dustbins. Made one hell of a noise and fired rubbish everywhere, as far as I can tell,” Amos said rolling his yes, “ Apparently one of them was still rocketing around when the please-men turned up-”
“oh that’s just wonderful news!” her father said exasperated, not noticing Heather was there.
“You know Alastor, any and everything is suspicious to him.” Amos said,
“Anything of the Russell family?” her father asked.
Russell- “I’m Isaac Russell,” the boy said holding out his hand,…the memory flooded Heather.
“Isaac Russell?” Heather asked, this is when her father noticed.
“Why yes, you know the boy?” Amos said,
“We haven’t the time Amos,” her father said harshly, “Aimi take Heather upstairs,”
Heather struggled against her mother but eventually trotted up the stairs but still asking questions.
“He said his family was looking for an order, are they in trouble?” she asked,
“No, dear, no their not, I just can’t explain to you now. We only have two hours before the train go wake your sister and get ready.” she said, patting her shoulder before disappearing down the stairs.
Heather scowled and walked into the Kira’s room, “wake up,” she said bluntly, throwing off her covers and opening the window. “we have to leave,”
Kira groaned, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!” she hissed.
“Just hurry up, huh?” Heather said as Kira trudged down the hall to the shower.
Heather was angry, what the hell was going on is what she wanted to know. She and extremely inching suspicion that their parents, Lupin and Mr. Weasley had something to do with the order that the Russell’s were looking for. Heather was able to think as her and her sister were whisked off to the Hogwarts express.
“Be good, this year you two should have some fun,” their mother told them.
“Fun?” Kira asked,
“Yes, the Triwizard tournament,” she told them,
“the what?” Heather asked, but her voice was drown out by the blow of the train whistle.
“You’ll se when you get there, go, go,” she said, ushering them onboard.
It was raining hard now, the windows were fully covered with rushing water and were hard to see out of. The train bustled on through the storm, Kira and Heather were puzzled by their fathers attempt to cover up everything.
“What would it hurt?” Kira asked,
“I think it’s about Isaac, I met him, he doesn’t want us to get involved I suppose.” Heather said, sipping some pumpkin juice.
“Speaking of this bloke, isn’t he suppose to be here?” Kira asked,
Heather shrugged, “That’s what he said, from this morning things seemed to be going wrong really fast.”
About an hour later they got their answer, a boy trudged by, carrying a heavy trunk with black hair and red eyes. A few behind him were heckling him, Heather recognized Isaac from the start and stood opening the compartment door.
“Hey,” she said
He looked up with a sigh of relief, “Thank Merlin,”
Heather smiled and let him in and looked down the way to see Draco Malfoy, “Aw look, the two half breeds looking out for each other,”
“You allowed to leave now, Draco, you’ve already made a nuisance of yourself.” she went to close the door when Draco advance and with a swift movement she jammed his hand in the door.
Draco howled in pain and pulled out his hand falling against his cronies behind him. His face was red, matching the maroon color of his hands as he cried. When he looked up at her preparing to shout abuse at her, Heather just gave a polite nod and closed the curtains around the door.
“wow…” Kira said, “remind me never to make you mad again,”
“Thank you,” Isaac said, shoving his trunk above their heads. “the moment they saw me in the train-that blonde- has been saying how his father would never let the likes of me on board.”
“Ignore Draco,” Kira said, “All that bleach in his hair as gone to his brain,”
“So what house are you in?” Heather asked,
“Headmaster Dumbledore saw me just yesterday and gave me a sorting, I was chosen to be in Ravenclaw.” he told them,
“Coo, we’re in the same house, welcome,” Heather said, handing him some pumpkin juice.
Before long the train approached Hogwarts, changed into their robes they bowed their heads to the rain and made their way to the carriages. They seemed to be bewitched because they had nothing pulling them. Sitting inside it smelled of old molding hay and in a sense a barn.
Soon they were inside the great hall warm and trying to dry off. Upon looking up at the table Heather realized no one was sitting where a Dark Arts teacher would sit. Her thoughts drifted as the hat began to sing then soon after the first years-soak wet-were sorted. Thankfully for many Dumbledore stood and told everyone to tuck in. Like always the golden plates filled with wonderful foods of all kinds. Heather smiled, she always loved that ever since she was a first year, that sense of magic in the air. Soon after the wonderful food Dumbledore stood, everyone went quiet only the wind howling could be hard.
“So!” said Dumbledore, smiling around at all of them. “Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for you attention, while I give out a few notices.
“Mr. Filch, the caretaker, ahs asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-Yos, Fanged Frisbees-”
Heather smiled, she would have minded setting one of those upon Draco. “it is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup willl not take place this year.”
“What?” Kira asked disappointedly, she was going to go for the team this year and looked forward to the Cup.
“This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers time and energy- but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-”
Then without warning the great hall door banged open with a resounding boom. Everyone looked to the hall entrance to see a man standing in the door way. He was leaning upon a long staff shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Suddenly brightly illuminated by y a fork of lightening that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood’s hook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, then he began to walk up toward the teachers table.
A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of light crossed the ceiling and threw the mans face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any other. It looked as though it had been carved out of a weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what a human faces were suppose to look like, and was none to skilled with a chisel. Every inch of the skin seemed to be scarred. The mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of the nose was missing. But it was the mans eyes that made him frightening.
One of them was small, dark and bead. The other was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up and down, and from side to side, quite independently of the normal eye- ad then it rolled right over pointing into the back of the mans head, so that all they could see was whiteness.
Heather watched as the man shook Dumbledore’s hand and was offered seat at which he took and began eating.
“May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher?” said Dumbledore brightly into the silence, “Professor Moody.”
Heather’s jaw dropped, both Kira and Isaac noticed and asked her what was wrong. Stiff applause broke out. Everyone else seemed silently shocked at the mans appearance, but in a sense Heather wasn’t. Sure it was frightening but what frightened her was that he was considered in a sense crazy to a few Ministry workers. The man had nearly blew up his whole backyard and risked muggle police getting involved. For the first time Heather truly thought Dumbledore insane for employing such a man, what she didn’t know is that it wouldn’t be the first time.
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