A Different Moody
When you first meet Alastor Moody you might think he's a little—well—mad. Of course you can't really blame him. You would go mad two if you had seen some of the things he's seen. Why ever since his very first mission as an Auror he's been changed. He lost his eye that time. Let's take a look on how it happened.
Alastor Moody had been working in the Auror office a few weeks now. He was getting sick and tired of it really. They weren't sending him to do anything. Must have been cause he was just a rookie. The main annoyance was he constantly being mistaken for a Malfoy because of his long blonde hair. A no good lot they were who would want to be associated with them. He walked into one of the elevators to take him to the office. Unlike, usual he was not the thing in the elevator that people intentionally tried to look away from. Today it was a young girl, around sixteen, with wavy brown hair. She was pretty average looking, probably wouldn't have stood out so much if she was older. The elevator jerked away and the girl fell flat on her ass. No one helped the girl. Instead everyone hastily made their way out of the elevator at the next stop, whether it was theirs or not. All except Alastor. Despite the fact that this wasn't his stop and it would be pointless to get off as the others had done. The polite thing to do was help her. He held out his hand and pulled her up onto her feet.
"Thanks," she said, brushing herself off.
"It was no trouble," Moody said. "What are you doing here anyway? This is no place for children,"
"I am not a child. I'm sixteen years old. Surely you can't be much older than me," she said, huffily. And sure enough she was right. Moody was in his early twenties while she was in her late teens.
"Well then, what are you doing here?" he asked, curiously.
"I'm here to attend my friend's trial," she answered, a small frown growing on her face.
"Which trial is it?" he asked, with a bit of interest.
"Why do you need to know?" she said, returning to her slightly angry demeanor.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just have to throw you out," Moody said, seriously. Sure enough his lie had worked.
"My friend was wrongly accused of murdering a girl with his pet Acromantula, Aragog," she admitted.
"Oh yeah, I heard about that one," he said, thinking about it. "A rubbish case, really. The victim would have had bite marks on her if she had been killed by the Acromantula,"
"That's true… do you mind if I use that?" she asked.
"Sure. But I don't think they will be letting you speak—"
"I'm somewhat involved with this whole mess. I'm pretty sure they have to let me speak,"
Level 10 - Wizengamot Courtrooms
"Well this is me. Goodbye, sir," she waved, stepping out of the elevator. He waved back, as the elevator zoomed upwards. Well she was odd. He felt like he had seen her somewhere before. Finally, he arrived at his own floor.
Level 2 - Department of Magical Law Enforcement
One moment he was stepping out of the elevator and the next he was being hugged by a figure. Long blonde hair that matched his, but instead of brown hazel eyes hers were electric blue.
"Diana, let me go!" he said, trying to shake her off. "Were not at school anymore you can't keep doing things like this,"
"But, I love you, Alastor." She said. Normally if someone said that too you you'd be in some kind of shock or another reaction of that sort, but their situation was different. See, Diana and Alastor's families had been good friends for as long as anyone could remember. Living by each other for all of their lives and both being placed in Gryffindor house, in their school days, it was impossible not to be somewhat close.
"Yeah sure, you do," he answered, dismissively. When you have been hearing it every day say since you were five you kind of find it the normal and don't take it seriously. "Now, would you get off? I have work to do,"
"I'm serious, Alastor," she pouted, childlike. He knew she was. But he did not feel the same way. She was more like a sister to him. No matter how many times he said it was impossible she always said she would never give up.
"Doesn't matter if your serious or not. My answer remains the same," Moody said, sitting down at his desk. She was about to answer when the Head of the office, Rufus Scrimgeour, interrupted for the usual morning announcements. He was not much older than Moody and Diana and was already head of office. Moody usually tuned out his announcements. It's not like they ever concerned him. At least not usually…
". . . Moody and Diana you two will take the lead, is that clear?"
"What?" Moody said, in a mix of shock and distraction. Diana gave him a harsh look for not paying attention or perhaps it was for the latest rejection. He couldn't tell for sure.
"I think you two are ready for a mission. . ." Scrimgeour said, looking over at the pair of them.
"Really?" Moody said, almost jumping up out of his chair. Finally a chance to prove how good he was. He would show everyone he was not just some rookie.
"Yes. We have received intelligence that the dark wizard, Grigor, and a few of his followers are hiding out in a forest in Albania. Starting to plan his rise to power, once more," Scrimgeour explained. "You two must take him down before he is able to. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Yes, sir," Moody answered.
"Excellent. You two will leave in a few days," Scrimgeour said, returning back to his office. A few moments passed of nothing but the sound of shuffling papers and people getting back to their work.
"Wow this is big isn't it, Alastor?" Diana said, as soon as she was sure Scrimgeour was back in his office.
"Just a mission. We were bound to get one eventually. No big deal," Moody said, even though he was excited.
"Yeah, but it's our first mission and were leading it,"
"Like I said it's not a big deal,"
"I don't know why you even wanted to become an Auror, Diana. Clearly your heart isn't in it," Moody interrupted, coldly.
"I have always wanted to be an Auror after my father!" Diana yelled, angrily. "It is defiantly not because you,"
With that note she ran off. Smooth one, Alastor. It wasn't his intention to be that cruel. At least he was pretty sure that was the last time he would ever say she loved him.
After that she didn't talk of him so personally, but treated him more like just a co-worker instead. A few days of getting details and planning their strategies they were ready to go. They boarded the train at Kings Cross station at twelve. They were traveling mostly by only muggle means of transportation. They were new to the Aurors office they would not be recognized. So they were pretending to be muggles, until they take action.
"Still, be on your guard for anything suspicious, Diana," Moody said, sitting down in an empty seat.
"I don't need to be told things I already know, Alastor," Diana spat, angrily.
"Diana, I already apologized. I didn't mean to—"
"It doesn't matter if you have apologized or not. My answer is still the same. . ." she said, bitterly repeating what Moody had said. She sat down in the window seat beside him, yet paid him no attention. "I don't forgive you,"
The train sped away in silence. She had fallen asleep on his shoulder about half-way through the trip. Moody looked over at her. Just because he didn't love her didn't mean he didn't care about her. His eyes were fixed on the scar wrapped around her left wrist like a small chain bracelet. He could remember the day she got it. She had saved his life on that day and that was the day he officially declared he would become an Auror. So some day he would be strong enough to protect her. He could admit to himself that he had a small crush on her when they were little, but he grew out of it. Now he sat there doing nothing, but making her scars even deeper. She started to wake up and noticed he was staring at her. She almost had slapped him silly. He really was sorry. So much for a first mission…
The two walked started walking miles to the forest where Grigor was said to be hiding. It was growing darker and darker as they walked father into the forest. Everything was silent until Diana suddenly let out a small scream.
"What is it? Diana, are you ok?" Moody said, in a panic. But it turns out she had just tripped over a tree root. He held out his hand to help her up and surprisingly she took it. She did not take it to help herself up instead she pulled Moody down with her.
"What in god's name are you—"
"Shh!" she shushed, placing her index finger to her mouth. Diana gestured Moody to follow her and looked out from behind the tree. Moody did the same and sure enough there stood a tall dark cloaked man looking around the perimeter for any sign of movement.
"Is it him?" Moody whispered.
"No. I think it's just a guard," Diana answered, trying to get a better look without giving away her position. "I'll take care of him,"
She withdrew her wand and a red flash irrupted from it and hit the guard in the back of his neck. Diana ran out from their hiding spot and crept down besides the stunned guard.
"Diana!" Moody whisper-yelled, following after. "What do think you're doing?"
She got two her feet upon his arrival and stuffed the guards cloak into his arms. He gave her a puzzled look.
"Here. Use it to infiltrate the camp so we can take em' all by surprise," Diana answered, grabbing the man's wand as well. She rummaged into her pack for a couple minutes and then pulled out a hip-flask with a small skull top.
"Yep. My dad's old flask. . . I filled it with Polyjuice Potion. Thought it would be useful," she said, flipping open the top. It was all quite brilliant. No wonder she was made an Auror, but Moody would not tell her that. She plucked a few of the guard's hairs and dropped into the flash. A sizzling hiss and the potion turned a sickly sort of puke green. Diana handed it to Moody and he took a giant swig.
"What about you?" he asked her, before he started transforming.
"Relax, I'll be hiding nearby until you give me some kind of signal," she said, grabbing a dark cloak of her own out from her bag. She draped it over herself hiding her long blonde hair beneath the hood. But before they could start looking for the camp voices came from behind them. A spell flew past them and they ducked down. Moody grabbed Diana's wand from her and held her by her hair as the figures drew closer. Two more hooded guards came over to them.
"It's alright I got her," Moody said, pulling Diana's hair up. She threw him a confused and angry look at first, but then catching on to what was going on. She let out a small shriek.
"Let me go!" she yelled. The guards smirked at her.
"Aren't you just feisty?" one of the guards, said leaning in closer to her.
"I would hate for a pretty little thing like this to go to waste. . ." one of the guards said, looking at her with lustful eyes. The other nodded in agreement and they started to close in on her.
"She is an intruder. We must take her back to the boss before we do anything with her," Moody said, pulling her up beside him. "For all we know she could be dangerous,"
"Fine. Let's make this quick, though," the second guard said, still looking at Diana with lust in his eyes. The four walked along the forest with Moody still trying to keep the guards from Diana, but keep his cover. Moody was relieved when they finally arrived to the camp. There were only a few other guards there besides them. They guarded the perimeter of the camp as one individual sat near an empty bonfire pit in the center.
"Sir, we've found an intruder," the first guard said, walking over to the individual. Moody and the second guard dragged Diana over to him and the individual looked down at her. Although he must have been approaching his fifties this man looked no more over twenty. His long dark hair swept past pale green eyes. This man was the dark wizard Grigor.
"Well, well, what's your name, my dear?" he asked. Moody looked at Diana for some kind of signal, but none yet. Don't say your real name, Diana!
"My name is nothing of importance," she said, simply. Moody was getting more impatient by the second. But Diana still hadn't given him a signal. What was she waiting for?
"Why won't you tell me your name?" he said, lifting her chin with his wand. He drew it away and began to pace around them. "Why do you lie?"
"Who said I was lying. . . " Diana said. No one had noticed, but Moody, that his face was starting to morph back. They were running out of time. "I really am here to kill you—NOW—"
In one swift movement Moody had replaced the stolen wand with his own and started sending off spells in different directions. The two guards had gotten hit however Grigor had managed to dodge them. The three other guards had heard the commotion and started shooting spells off at them. Four against two. They were outnumbered. Moody had just shot one of them down, when a different one had hit him. The spell had slit his left eye.
"Alastor, are you ok?" Diana yelled, wanting desperately to go and help him. But having her hands full with all the guards she could only watch as Moody clutched his eye. He was starting to lose vision in it, but had to keep fighting. Diana had just finished off the last of the guards, before he could continue to fight them. She ran towards him, but not for the reason he thought.
"ALASTOR, LOOK OUT!" Diana screamed. Grigor had sent a spell right at Moody, but she had jumped in front of him. The spell had not been the Killing Curse, but a simple Slicing Charm. Diana stood clutching the bloody stump of what had used to been her right arm. Without warning another quick slice meant for Moody had hit her and was now missing her left leg. Of course missing one of her legs she started to fall.
"DIANA!" Moody yelled, catching her as she fell to the ground. This didn't stop Grigor. Slice! Her right leg was now gone. Moody's anger was overfilling as he looked down at Diana. He raised his wand at Grigor and yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
With a flash of green light the dark wizard fell. The stunned guards, now waking up, looked down at their dead leader and fled. Not wanting to find out if they were next. It was over or at least it was supposed to be.
Diana lay in a pool of her blood with Moody squatting down beside her holding the only limb she had left. She was in pain… So much pain… you couldn't even imagine it. She was alive. After all that…She was still alive.
"Diana, I'm sorry. . ." Moody said, grasping her left hand tighter. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you,"
"Alastor. . . I love you," she said, weakly. She was looking up at him with her electric blue eyes. The only time he had felt the genuine seriousness in her voice. He was starting to grow teary eyed with a somewhat knowing that that was the actual last time he would hear those words.
"I love you, too." he heard himself saying. He had always been lying to himself. The truth was he had always loved her something he could not even admit to himself. She had always been right by his side supporting him even sacrificing her life to protect him. He was truly in love with her… but it was too late now. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it. Please don't leave me, Diana,"
She gave him the best smile she could before she started murmuring something that he could not understand. Her left hand wiggled in his and he let go of it. She held her hand over her right eye still murmuring something. It sounded like some sort of spell.
"Diana, what are you doing?" Moody asked, his panic growing larger. Suddenly she had torn her right eye right out of its socket. She held up the eyeball beckoning for Moody to take it. He held out his palms and she dropped the electric blue eye into his hand. Even though detached from its owner the eye swerved in his palm. As if she wasn't in enough pain…
"Diana!" Moody screamed, but she didn't answer. She gave him one last look before he saw the light leave her remaining eye. She was gone.
Alastor Moody had not only lost his eye on that day…
Today, he wears her right electric blue eye to replace his left hazel one. He is, in my opinion, the strongest Auror ever. So, if I were you I'd think twice before calling him Mad-eye Moody, again.
A/N: Ok I was trying something a bit different from my usual story and this is what came out. A one-shot/short story about how Moody got his eye. Hope it wasn't to gory near the end for your comfort. If you liked it a review would be very much appreciated.