Title: Making money
Disclaimer: Doesn't own Harry Potter.
Summary: After being robbed of his money in a distant land, Moody gets his money in a most interesting way.
Alastor, more commonly known as Mad Eye Moody, groaned. Today simply wasn't his day. After checking his wallet for the umpteen time he wasn't really facing this problem that many of his colleagues had faced while on holiday, he cursed angrily. After gambling for most of the night at the local casino, he had returned to the inn exhausted, but with more money than he had ever had in his life, thanks to his magical eye, which had the ability to see through objects, a very useful quality which had had helped him to win so much money on his previous trips to casinos. In the morning, however, he had woken up to find that someone had sneaked in during the night and made off with all his money, including all the money he had in the first place.
Considering his options, which were not that many to begin with, he picked the best option he could think of : making enough money to cover his losses. How he would make the money he had no idea, hopefully, he'd think of something.
However, while making his way down the stairs, he started wondering why he was even doing this. Using summoning charms was out of the question, as that would result in at least a dozen muggles seeing the money flying through the air, which would ultimately result in a hefty fine. Simply going home without his money was not something he will consider, as he did not want any of his colleagues finding about his little... mischap.
Making his way slowly to the only empty table in the room, he sat down heavily. As if on cue, a man appeared beside him and asked if he could sit in the chair beside him. Moody made no response, which the man took as a yes, and sat down. It was then that Moody finally had some idea of how he was going to get the money.
How about a bet, Mister?'
Well...considering we don't have anything to do, we'll have a bet or two then.'
Well... how about one thousand pounds if I manage to bite my left eye with my teeth.'
The man thought for a moment, then...
Make that two thousand then.'
Moody took out his magical eye with a nasty squeching sound, put it carefully between his teeth, and bit gently, taking care not to break it.
The smirk on the man's face was literally wiped off his face. He reluctantly took out his wallet, counted out the notes and handed it to Moody, who pocketed it at once.
How about another bet?'
The man tensed, eager to win back his losses.
Done.'
How about another two thousand if I manage to bite my other eye?'
Done.'
Moody took out his false teeth with his hands, which was rather unhygenic as he had not washed his hands all morning, and watched as the man's face visibly paled.
All right , you win.' The man said, as he got his wallet out with more reluctance than before and handed the money over. Moody counted it, amazed that his plan even worked.
Well, I'll have to go now.', the man said and got up to leave.
Moody sat, not quite believing that he had made four thousand pounds so quickly. As he watched the man's retreating back, he couldn't help smirking to himself. Making money like this isn't so bad after all, he thought. And maybe he could pull this off again some other time, provided his next victim is just as stupid.
Notes: Since this is my first fan fiction, please review. In case anyone is wondering about where the inspiration from, I got the idea from a story I read some time ago for homework.