The next year, confirmation that Harry Potter was in fact The Chosen One had recently reached the group, making them more determined than ever to protect him. Amongst the group, Gibbon was considered the strongest and most competent dueller which prompted the group to find a way to get him inside the castle. A Thursday night meeting held during the holidays consisted of Professor Grubbly-Plank, Madam Puddifoot, The Fat Lady and Gibbon seated in the small, pink tea shop discussing ideas. Several ideas were thrown out; some rather racist and ill formed...
"Okay, we take a trip to Diagon Alley, buy some grey paste, fake ears and dress Gibbon up as a house elf. On the Night of the Welcome Feast; Gibbon sneaks into the Hogwarts Kitchen and works among the house elves!"
Others relied on Madam Puddifoot's bursting sexuality...
"All she has to do is wear her skimpiest cocktail dress and seduce an unsuspecting Filch..."
Though what was most surprising was that the idea that they thought of came from none other than Gibbon himself. Gibbon, who was short, lumpy and rather mischievous, was not usually the one to come up with the ideas.
"Well I've been doing a bit of research on—"
"RESEARCH? When was the last time you ever—"
"Quiet Puddifoot!" Professor Grubbly-Plank screeched. "Please continue Gibbon."
"As I was saying, I've being doing a bit of research. According to some of my trusted sources, ex-auror Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody is being recruited by Dumbledore for the Defence Against the Dark Arts post at Hogwarts. Well we need a way inside Hogwarts, right? What if Mad-Eye never makes it to Hogwarts?"
"You mean..." The Fat Lady peered closer to Gibbon and whispered, "We kill him!"
Gibbon stood up in shock. "KILL him? We're not going to kill him! I just thought that we could temporarily capture the loonie and keep him downstairs for a while. Meanwhile, I use polyjuice potion to take his form and I start teaching at Hogwarts."
"That's brilliant boy! There is just one problem though... how are you meant to capture a fully fledged ex-auror?"
"Well my lady, I'll take Grubbly-Plank and Puddifoot for backup and then they can apparate back here with the body." The Fat Lady seemed convinced and let Gibbon continue talking. "Then I can just stay at Moody's house so I have somewhere to hide out."
The plan was passed on to Leanne, who was recovering from Gender-reassignment surgery and was now known as Lachlan, whilst the rest of the group prepared for the event. A suitable polyjuice potion was brewed, allowing months of usage and Gibbon was refining his duelling skills. Eventually the night was upon them and they headed to the ex-auror's home. While Puddifoot and Grubbly-Plank knocked at the front door, Gibbon headed to the back of the home to find a way in. A startled Moody rushed to his door, wand out, though he lowered it at the sight of the two inappropriately dressed middle aged women. As they tried to convert Moody's religion, Gibbon found a way in the back. Unfortunately for him, whilst climbing through the dog door at the back of the house, this set up a very loud alarm which alerted Moody of Gibbon's presence. Limping through the house to the source of the alarm, Puddifoot and Plank raced after him.
"Why I ought a—" And before Moody could finish his sentence and curse Gibbon, the two witches reacted.
"STUPEFY!" Two stunning spells hit Moody in the head and he collapsed to the ground.
"Nice shot Wilhelmina, now grab some of his hair!"
Professor Grubbly-Plank knelt down next to the unconscious dark wizard catcher and yanked out some of his hair, took his drinking flask and grabbed the magical eye of his head. "Sorry Alastor, it's for the sake of our world. Puddifoot, did you bring the first batch of polyjuice?"
"It's right here, give me the hairs." After combining the two together, they poured the mixture in Moody's flask and reached out to give it to Gibbon, who was still in the dog door.
"Thanks ladies but I may need a little bit of help getting out of here. That's it, grab my arms and pull... OW! NOT THAT HARD!" The pair tried for ages to get Gibbon out with many desperate attempts of transfiguration, force and treacle; failing. Eventually they were forced to destroy the door around Gibbon until he was freed. Upon his escape from the wretched dog door, Gibbon look more misshaped than usual. Nevertheless, it wouldn't matter; he was now to take the polyjuice potion.
"Take these Gibbon, good luck! We'll take Moody back to the tea shop, Rosmerta leant us her bottomless chest we can hide him in, see you in a few weeks." And with a slap on the arse; Madam Puddifoot apparated away with Moody and Grubbly-Plank.
When the juice reached his lips, he immediately started to change. He began to get a lot taller and slightly skinnier; he also felt a strong surge of pain in one of his legs. It had disappeared. Hopping over to Moody's umbrella stand, Gibbon found a spare wooden leg and placed in on. By now, his face had fully formed and he looked exactly like Alastor Moody. Placing Moody's magical eye on his head, the transformation was complete. Testing out Moody's magic, he fixed the door (and the dog door) and then proceeded to sit down.
There was a knock at the door.
Gibbon wasn't expecting this; he thought he would be able to settle in first. He clunked his way to the front door, opening it and was surprised to see to suspicious looking females at the door. They began to talk about converting religions until Gibbon heard a familiar alarm coming from the back of the house. He raced through the house to the source of the noise to find a man stuck in the dog door, just like he had done so. He recognized this man as death eater, Barty Crouch Jr. 'Uh oh', Gibbon thought to himself.
"STUPEFY!" Gibbon heard the two women call before he was knocked to the ground. Of course, Crouch thought that this was the real Alastor Moody but in reality, it was just Gibbon. Crouch then kidnapped Moody-Gibbon and celebrated his somewhat original plan with some butter beers.
Meanwhile Madam Puddifoot, blissfully unaware of what happened to Gibbon, was preparing her tea shop for the dinner party she was hosting. Duties to complete before the party included; making sure there were exactly seven flowers in the vase with a total of 46 petals, cleaning each lightbulb twice to avoid cross-contamination and making sure the doormat was perpendicular with the oven. Madam Puddifoot was known for her obsessive compulsive tendencies, which is why many witches chose not to associate her. She had invited quite a number of people to the party, though few could actually make it. Being the host that she was, Madam Puddifoot made a list of those she invited. Unfortunately, the ones with X's are the ones that can't come...
Dinner Party Guest List
Madam Rosmerta
Pomona Sprout-X
Minerva Mcgonagall-X
Septima Vector
Mrs Norris-X
Madam Malkins-X
Mafalda Hopkirk
Rita Skeeter-X
Molly Weasley-X
Amelia Bones-X
Rolanda Hooch-X
Madam Pomfrey-X
Charity Burbage
Irma Pince-X
Unidentified Female Hogwarts Professor-X
Winky-X
Sybill Trelawney
Bathsheda Babbling-X
Later that night after dinner, the 'party' was well under way, and for Madam Puddifoot's standards, was going quite well. While a topless Madam Rosmerta was juggling glasses of butter beer whilst doing her best Snape impression; Charity, Sybill, Mafalda, Septima and Madam Paddifoot watched on quietly in horror. The party started to die down when Madam Rosmerta rolled her ankle and she soon left, limping back to her pub.
Ten minutes later, a bored Mafalda Hopkirk got up and proceeded to leave. "Well thankyou for the dinner Madam, it was lovely."
"That is quite alright Mafalda! As I always say, you must always—"
"HOPING YOU'LL BE WELL... MAFALDA KOPKIRK!" Mafalda immediately apparated back home, leaving a dumbstruck crowd.
"Must she always do that?" Vector sighed. "I guess I should go too Madam, I've got papers to mark, thankyou for tonight!" Vector grabbed her long purple coat and left the tea house, leaving the three remaining witches.
"Well then girls, who wants coffee?" Madam Puddifoot rushed into the kitchen as Charity tried to sneak off.
"I think I'll go too Sybill, see you tomorrow." Clumsy as she is, Charity tripped over a light stand as she tried to escape, earning the attention of Madam Puddifoot.
"Oh, you're leaving Charity?" Spoke a slightly enraged Puddifoot. "But the party's just started!"
"Madam, I was just, uh... was wondering..."
"Yes Charity?"
"Wondering, er, why we're not having tea." Charity breathed a sigh of relief as Puddifoot calmed down.
Puddifoot laughed nervously, "Well actually, I hate tea! Isn't that funny Sybill?" Sybill didn't speak. "Sybill?"
It was at this moment when Professor Trelawney went into a strange trance... she was making a prophecy.
"When the time comes to face The Dark Lord, The Chosen One will stand... longer and longer it will take, history will be changed! A champion chosen to assist the Chosen One will speed up all. His life will be at an end, the world will be saved, help he cries! The Chosen One needs help!"
Trelawney cleared her throat. "I'll go get my coat..."
