The Wand Waver
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. So don't sue.)
Nine
The eerie silence was disturbed by a gentle knocking that end the whole thing in a way Moody had not expected. A crack of light peeped into the basement as the door gently slid open and the voice of a friend appeared. His flaming red hair and dark ringed eyes were the first signs of who it was and quickly Moody stood up.
"Any News ?" He asked, though he knew there must be some. Mr Weasly walked slowly in. His eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
"The potter's are dead." His voice hung in the air like the distracting ringing of the dinner bell. Moody frowned. It had all been for nothing. That and Sirius had failed them. A tear welled up in the corner of Mr Weasly's eye and for the first and last time Moody hugged him. Not a loving hug but a tight embrace that expressed both their feelings.
Mr Weasly sniffed after nearly a minute of hugging in the damp and dingy basement and then they parted.
"And Voldemort ?" Moody asked Mr Weasly, who struggled to fight back his tears.
"Gone" And Moody needed to hear no more. For the second time in his career the bad guy had escaped his grasp and he did not like it. He would have willing traded the Potters life, and his own and the Weasly to catch Voldemort. But he had failed. The Order had failed. And Sirius was a traitor.
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. So don't sue.)
Nine
The eerie silence was disturbed by a gentle knocking that end the whole thing in a way Moody had not expected. A crack of light peeped into the basement as the door gently slid open and the voice of a friend appeared. His flaming red hair and dark ringed eyes were the first signs of who it was and quickly Moody stood up.
"Any News ?" He asked, though he knew there must be some. Mr Weasly walked slowly in. His eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
"The potter's are dead." His voice hung in the air like the distracting ringing of the dinner bell. Moody frowned. It had all been for nothing. That and Sirius had failed them. A tear welled up in the corner of Mr Weasly's eye and for the first and last time Moody hugged him. Not a loving hug but a tight embrace that expressed both their feelings.
Mr Weasly sniffed after nearly a minute of hugging in the damp and dingy basement and then they parted.
"And Voldemort ?" Moody asked Mr Weasly, who struggled to fight back his tears.
"Gone" And Moody needed to hear no more. For the second time in his career the bad guy had escaped his grasp and he did not like it. He would have willing traded the Potters life, and his own and the Weasly to catch Voldemort. But he had failed. The Order had failed. And Sirius was a traitor.