A/N: This is Moody's story. Some quotes come directly from DH pg. 45-50.

Disc: I do not own Harry Potter, Mad-Eye Moody, or these words, but then again no one owns words. I do own the idea though :D and how the words are arranged to make sense.

Also, some FUCKTARD reported me so I was zonked out for the weekend. Thanks a lot jerk!!

"If we could go lower and get of these clouds, maybe we could see where we're going!" an angry female voice replied on my right.

"And have others see us? I think not," I answered gruffly, shaking my head from side to side though no one could see it.

"That's what the Disillusionment Charms are for Mad-Eye!" Tonks shouted back.

She was right, my little protégé who was not so little anymore, but only partially. "But one must always take extra precautions, Tonks. There are ways of seeing through a Disillusionment Charm, as you are well aware of." My eye swiveled in its socket, aiming through the side of my head at her reddening face. I turned my attention to the white rushing scenery below us. "Everyone go down, we're almost above Privet Drive!"

Soft whooshes answered my command as we all descended towards the map of lamp-lined streets.

We landed on the house in the backyard of #4 Privet Drive, Hagrid's motorcycle waking up half the neighbourhood.

"What are you doing? Turn that thing off!" I shouted.

The noise was soon quieted as I quickly extinguish the lights. I took of everyone's Disillusionment Charms, as there was a strange thud from within the house. I focused my eye on the house's walls and spotted a figure going into the kitchen. Tracing his path, footsteps sounding through the darkness until the door leading into the house opened. A weedy, black haired teenager walked out, owl in hand, clutching his forehead. Potter! His friends greeted him warmly. I'm not the type for mushy reunions and my attention waned.

"Alright Harry? Ready fer the off?" Hagrid ask the boy kindly.

"Definitely," he replied, his face beaming with happiness. "But I wasn't expecting so many of you!"

"Change of plans," I interjected, shifting the weight of the two bags in my hands. I surveyed the skies and surroundings. We couldn't stay outside for long, already lost precious minutes. "Let's go undercover before we talk you through it."

We thudded into the kitchen, settling comfortably around it. Some unnecessary conversation flitted through the air. Do they not understand the urgency of tonight? The plan cannot go wrong.

Interrupting them again, I dropped the bags noisily to the floor, successfully stopping their chatter. I briefed Harry on the important aspects and flaws of our plan.

"Ah, I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us won't be flying to Tonks' parents'. There will be seven Harry Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house."

I reached into my cloak and withdrew the Polyjuice Potion. Harry's eyes lit up in shock, or was it recognition, as he exclaimed, "No! No way!"

They told me he'd act like this. Selflessness is an admirable quality but it causes problems, in dire circumstances like these. Times running out.

"If it has to come to force, then it will," I growled, threatening the outstretched potion at him menacingly. I was growing impatient with the boy. "Everyone here's overage, Potter and they're all prepared to take the risk."

A small movement to my left alerted everyone to Mudungus. I knew he shouldn't have come but there was no one available to help out.

"Let's have no more arguments. Time's wearing on. So, Potter - some of your hair, if you please." His eyes shifted wildly, looking for an escape route. "Now!"

He reached up into his head defeated and pulled out the hairs. "Good, straight in their if you please."

He dropped them into the flask. The potion began to froth and smoke until it became clear, bright gold. Interesting…

"Right then, fake Potter's line up over here." Ron, Hermione, Fleur, Fred, George and Dung reluctantly, lined up in front of the kitchen sink. I poured the potion into each person's small cup. "Altogether then…"

They gulped down the potion while I turned to have a word with the escorts. "Ok, remember, Tonks, you go to the Weasley's Aunt Muriel's. Kingsley will go to Dedalus' niece. Bill goes to empty house up in Chesterfield. Arthur to Hestia's mum. Lupin, go to your home, we've warded off the place, Hagrid to Andromeda's and I'll head out to Grimmauld Place. Need to check up on something there."

They nodded, accepting their orders and I bent down, rifling through the bags. "Those clothes are a bit roomy," I said shouting above them. "I've got smaller here," I pointed at the sack while I was taking some of its contents out, "and vice versa. Don't forget the glasses, their six pairs in the side pocket. And when you're dressed, there's luggage in the other sack.

When they were all finished dressing, after some senseless squabbling, I instructed the charges. "Good, the pairs will be as follows: Mudungus will be traveling with me by broom."

"Why'm I with you?" grunted a voice near the door.

"Because you're the one that needs watching," I countered, glaring at him. "Arthur and Fred, The other one, you're with Remus. Miss Delacour –"

"I'm taking Fleur on a thestral, She's not fond of brooms," Bill said.

"Miss Granger, with Kingsley, again by thestral –"

"I guess that leaves you and me, Ron!" Tonks ended brightly.

"An' you're with me, Harry. That all righ'?" Hagrid asked the boy. "That's great," he answered unconvincingly.

"We think the Death Eaters will expect you a broom," I reminded him of the situation. "I make it three minutes until we're supposed to leave. No point locking the back door, it won't keep the Death Eaters out when the come looking… Come on…"

We left the house as the real Potter ran back into the darkness, before rejoining us outside, throwing his things into the sidecar and getting in.

I checked my watch anxiously. 11:55. "All right then," I shouted above their heads. "Everyone ready please, I want us to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion's lost." Everyone mounted their transports. "Good luck everyone. See you all in about one hours at the Burrow. On the count of three… one … two… three!"

We all rose up, Mudungus fidgeting in front of me on the broom. A low growl put him into shape. I spared a glance at the motorbike, the whole reason we were embarking on this dangerous journey. The boy looked ill but that would soon pass.

Crack! Death Eaters! Surrounding us! "Evasive action!"

I maneuvered the broom out from under the circle, Bill and Arthur following my lead. They would have to separate from me. A handful of Death Eaters pursued our quarry, the rest heading after the others in the opposite direction.

Bill, Arthur, the other Harry's and I aimed the spells behind our backs, whizzing over our shoulders. Mudungus cowered beneath my frame. Scowling, I hid him from view, wouldn't want our enemies thinking Potter as a chicken.

Soon, Arthur broke off, taking four Death Eaters with him. Bill and I managed with the eight left. Then an odd crackling tainted the air.

I spun around in time to see the Big Bad Wolf, a giant bat against the rushing night sky, materialize beside us. I looked below but anything, broom or other, was not aiding him. That must mean… flying? It's not possible…

Eeeekkk!! Dung let out a high-pitched girlish scream. You-Know-Who moved in front of the broom, moving back as we went forward. Holding Dung's arm, I had executed my most recent plan. Leaning to the right, I made a quick 180, changing course. Bill's spells hit two of Death Eaters that were still following me. But the Dark Lord was fast. He apparated right in front of us, still hovering above the dizzying heights, and he wasted not time. "Avada Kedavra!"

I was going to get us out of the way again, opting on firing a smokescreen spell and diving down but Dung screamed again, spoiling my concentration. I grabbed him again but shrugging it off, he apparated off the broom. A sickly orange glow flooded my peripheral vision. I lost my grip on the broom and slipped off, tumbling down and down… faster and faster… My wand couldn't save me now…

This is what I signed up to be an Auror, what I studied for 5 years in Auror Academy, my life's ambition. Ever since I was a wee lad, this was my dream; to put my life on the line for the safety of others. My life has been fulfilled, I died doing what I loved, the thrill of adventure. Now it's just for the ground to claim me, pluck out from the sky. Won't be long now…