MOODY'S STORY
This is from Moody's point of view. Not much too say here—I'm writing off the top of my head. This takes place the night Alastor gets kidnapped by Crouch Jr.
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Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody, bolted up in bed again, his wand by his side. He looked wildly around. Nobody was too be seen.
"No wonder they call me crazy" Alastor mumbled angrily to himself. Nobody was going to come get him. All the bad guys were in jail. Moody always told himself this. He was, after all, becoming an insecure old geezer.
"There's just no reason for this!" Alastor exclaimed, and finding that he had only been asleep an hour or so. He grabbed up his sleeping pills (After hours of grumbling, he found these muggle items to worked quite well), shook a couple into his gnarled hand and gulped them down without any liquid. He fell back onto his pillow, and soon fell soundly asleep.
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A shadow ran through Alastor Moody's darkened room. It crept to the side of the bed that he was sleeping on. The shadow leaned over Alastor, pushing back it's vile hood—
"AAAAHHHAAA!" Alastor screamed, bolting up in his bed, reaching for the creature's neck. But all he felt was air.
"Durn'd dreams!" he growled. He brought his hands down to his sides. He crawled out of his bed, and his feet touched the cold floor; he shivered. Then he slowly ambled down the dark hallway to the bathroom. As the door with his wash towel was opposite the bathroom door, he turned around and reached for the doorknob. But his hand never made it. The second he turned around a strong body immediately grabbed him. The man gagged Alastor with a cloth drenched in sleeping potion. Alastor put up a good fight, but soon, his limp body was being dragged down the stairs and into his kitchen.
In the kitchen, Alastor briefly awoke. He cracked open his eyes, and was immediately smashed in the face by a four-fingered hand. He was about to lose consciousness, when the strong hand ripped out a large chunk of his hair- and his skin. He moaned in pain, and was hit again. The last sound he ever heard was the sound of his alarm control trash bins.
