Chapter Thirty-Three: Moody, Alastor
A/N: I don't know what house he was sorted into. If you know that it was definitely a different one then tell me and I'll try to change the story.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
This was probably one of the strangest people I have ever had the displeasure of sorting. Displeasure being the key word.
Apparently he went mad after becoming an auror. I have to admit that I, then, was partly to blame. In my opinion, he was mad before that though.
"Alastor, Moody."
H... Hello?
What do you want? 'I snapped. Partly because this years children had been more of a pain than usual and partly because the kid looked so nervous. That was why I said what I did. I wasn't being mean as you might assume. Mix three parts angry with two parts boredom and one ounce of disinterest and you had me.
To be sorted. Please?
Why are you asking me like that.
Pardon?
Stop asking me questions. It's annoying.
Sorry Sir. 'It was now that I knew I had got him trapped.'
You should be sorry you worthless little wretch. In all my years as a talking hat I have never seen such terrible manners. They were right. The youth is going down the moral drain. It disgusts me. Stop shaking boy! 'I screamed the words inside his head with a scary a voice as I could manage while trying not to laugh and ruin all of it.
S...S...S...Sorry.
Sorry what? I was sounding angrier to try to keep up the trick.
Sorry Sir! 'He squeaked. I don't know if he said it out loud or not.'
Better. Now, what house do you want to be in?
Aren't you supposed to decide that? 'I gave a small growl' Sir!
Don't you forget that again boy. I do not like time-wasters.
Yes Sir.
Be quiet. Did I tell you that you could speak? 'A few moments of silence.' Well?
No sir. I mean, yes sir. Just now sir. What I'm trying to say sir...
Silence! What do you plan to be when you grow up?
Oh. 'He sounded relieved that he knew the answer to something that I had asked him.' The ministry of magic. Something like a secretary.
'I could barely stop myself laughing for long enough to answer.' Hah, You call that a job? You need a proper job! Something that is exciting- I got it.
Yes Sir?
Do not interrupt me! Now, you should be one of those people who fight them evil things. 'I pretended not to know what I was talking about to see what he interpreted me as.'
A vampire hunter?
No.
Balif-keeper-away?
No. Fighting proper evil. Those dark wizards.
D...Dark Wizards? 'He asked me shaking. I didn't reply.'
D...Dark Wizards Sir?
Yes. Or, if you want a boring life then, by all means, become your secretary.
"GRYFFINDOR!" I called out before he could answer me. The next kid I had to sort couldn't understand why I was still laughing when I put the hat on.
There are a lot of people glaring at me in the hall now. Somehow, I don't think that they found it funny. I don't understand why. I didn't exactly make him become an auror. He did that himself. It was going to be a tough job winning these people back onto my side and I knew just the sorting to do that with.
"Cornelius Fudge."
A/N: Ideas for sortings are still accepted. There is also another A/N at the bottom of chapter fourteen.