A year passed and I was now 19. One morning I woke up, showered, got dressed in my uniform and went down stairs to have my morning coffee and toast. "Good morning Lizzy." My father said as he got his breakfast, morning tea and paper. "Good morning papa." He sat and sipped his tea. "Mmm...Did they catch that carjacker yet?" I shook my head as I swallowed my toast. "No, not yet. We don't even have a name yet. But I'm sure we will have it soon." That wouldn't last long. I looked at the time, took my plate and mug to the sink. "I'm running late." I said as I slipped my wand down my sleeve and into its holster and then holstered my service pistol to my belt. I kissed my papa's cheek. "Gotta go." He smiled not taking his eyes off the morning paper. "Have a good day and be safe. I love you." I smiled and told him I loved him back and went on my way. At the station I clocked in, grabbed my tazer, baton and radio and began my tore. It was a normal day, wrote out some parking tickets, directed some tourists and gave a warning to some teens about smoking underage. Like that did a lot of good.
The end of my shift came about when I saw this suspicious figure lurking around a red Aston Martin DBS Superleggera. "Oi! You there!" He stopped what he was doing, turned and looked at me. Just my luck! It was the car jacker. I slowly pulled my service weapon. "Raise your hands slowly." He did what he was told one of the sleeves of his shirt slid down and that's when I saw it, the dark mark. My heart raced. Excuse my language, but I was fucked. "Just getting into my car officer." Oh I highly doubted that. I thrust my arm forward and caught the handle of my wand as it came out of my sleeve. "I know what you are and it's not my bloody job to deal with your kind, so I'd greatly appreciate it if you would co-operate." Yah...He wasn't about to do that. He quickly drew his wand and shot at me. I may have forgotten to mention that this was a secluded area where he couldn't be seen so no muggles would interfere. He ran and I followed through alleys, streets and neighborhoods. I took a separate rout and found him in an alley way panting his back turned to me. "Expelliarmus." His wand was knocked out of his hand. "Put your hands in the air and turn around and face the wall."
He did as was told. I took my cuffs out and put my wand away and began to cuff him. He turned around and punched me hard in the face, grabbed his wand and shot a spell at me that threw me against the wall, I laid there. He walked over and thought I was unconscious; he bent down to grab my wand when I pulled my service weapon and shot him in the leg he yelled in pain and teleported out before I could hit him again. I laid on the ground, ears ringing and head and nose throbbing, blood dripping out of it. I clocked out and made my way to the leaky caldron, shaking from the adrenaline running through me, I walked in and sat at the nearest table not realizing that someone was already sitting there. Sam, the bartender, knew me quite well since I was almost a regular, saw me. "Bloody hell Lizzy! What happened?" He asked concerned and brought me over a whiskey. I lifted my head from the table slightly shaking a bit. "Carjacker.." Was all I could say at the moment. I looked up and saw someone sitting across from me. "O-Oh...I'm sorry, I'll move." He shook his head. "Sit lass." I nodded and downed the whiskey in a single gulp.
"You alright there lass?" Asked the man sitting across from me. I nodded, went to touch my nose and hissed at the pain. "Your nose is broken, you must have taken a real wallop. May I fix it for you?" I nodded, he drew his wand, waved it and my nose snapped back. I yelped in pain. "T-Thank you." He nodded. I sat quietly for a moment, I wiped the blood from my nose and had another shot of the whiskey. "What happened?' He asked softly. I looked up and took a real good look at his face and features, a piece of his nose was missing, his face was full of scars and he was missing an eye and in its place was a magical blue eye that would zip around occasionally his other, normal eye was brown, his hair was red with some grey. I wonder who this man was and what he had gone through, I shook the thought out of my head." A carjacker that we had been after for months, it turns out he was a death eater." He raised an eyebrow at me. "You went hand to hand with a death eater." I shrugged. "I suppose so..." He nodded. "Mind telling me about it?" I blinked wondering why he was interested. "What's it to you?" A bit rude yes but I was really annoyed. He looked at me in the eyes. "It was my job to go after them." He was an aurer. One of the best aurers there were. "You're an aurer."
"Was an aurer." I nodded and told him everything he listened. "Would you mind describing him." I nodded and did so. "About 5'11, green eyes, blond hair, boxed face, nose like a pig weighed about 125." He thought for a moment. "Sounds like Northam Broxwell." I chuckled. "Well if you see him would you mind sending him to St. George police station? He's got some carjacking charges waiting for him." He shook his head and chuckled. He introduced himself. "Alastor Moody."I stared at him for the longest time, again in shock, how did I not recognize my childhood hero and uh...teenage crush. "I-I know you. You were my hero growing up." He chuckled at this. "Some hero you chose. And you Are?" I smiled and stuck my hand out to him. "Elizabeth Potter Smith." He shook my hand, a puzzled look came across his face. "Potter? Any relation to.." I cut him off and nodded. "Yes...Harry is my little brother." He sat back in his seat shocked at this. "Yes...Yes I was there the day Dumbledoor told you that your parents had been murdered." Remember how I said that one of the men in the room would someday be my future husband? Can you take a guess who that man is? "I'm...So sorry for you loss." I nodded remembering. "It's alright." We sat and talked for the longest time.
I was surprised that he would even open up and talk to me at all. Every day after work I would go to the leaky caldron and talk, laugh and I would tell him how my day at work was. I don't know how people judge him so harshly when they don't even know him. Three months after we met we had drinks and talked like normal, every time he saw me his smile seemed to grow a little. "I wanted to ask you something Elizabeth.." He never called me by my nickname. I looked up at him. "I...have taken a liking to you and have umm...Gained feelings for you.." I stared at him, I had hoped to God that his magical eye couldn't see how fast my heart was pumping. " I jus- I wanted to ask you if..." I stopped him and put my hand over his and smiled at him. "Yes Alastor." He looked surprised. "You're willing to go out with me? A beautiful young woman like yourself?" I blushed a little at this and nodded. "Yes." He held my hand and we talked longer. I looked at the time and hadn't realized how late it was. "My father is probably taring his hair out with worry. I'm sorry I need to be heading home now." He nodded. "I understand, let me walk you out." I walked out the door with him. He stopped me, and stroked my cheek and smiled, then leaned down and kissed me softly. My head was spinning.
He stopped and smiled. "I've been wanting to do that for two months now." I giggled at this. "Be safe walking home and remember c-" I stopped him. "I know, constant vigilance." I giggled. He just shook his head. "Go on. Shall I see you tomorrow?" I nodded. "Good night." I went on home. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I highly doubt that anyone in the world who had a teenage crush ever had this happen. I made it home a huge smile on my face. "Oh there you are! Out late again." Said my mother. "Sorry mama." I said as I kissed her cheek. "Well you certainly look happy. Mind if I ask what's made you like this?" I smiled and nodded. "Remember that guy I met at the leaky cauldron?" She nodded. "He asked me out." She was shocked. "Oh that's wonderful! Now would you mind telling me his name? I'd kinda like to know that." I giggled. "No, not yet mama. Just wait. How about I bring him to dinner next week?" She smiled. "That would be perfect." I had a cup of tea, talked for a little while and then went to bed. I was the happiest girl in the world.
Authors note: Yah I know, who would love mad eye? I just feel he needs a little love in his life. I honestly don't know how old he is in the movies at this time so I'm just going to place him at 45. Any way R&R! Edit: For Spelling