The Wand Waver
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. If I did it would suck. Big time..)
Ten
(Sixteen years Later)
The Wand Waver (known as Mad Eye, Known as Moody, Known as Allie and in his heart known as foolish loser) turned the photograph over in his hands. He could smell Mrs Weasly's food and it reminded him of the morning before the potters death, everyone anticipating something. But not what really happened. Moody remembered his hatred for Sirius that had now been replaced by a hatred of Wormtail and shook his head at the picture.
'This Order failed' He thought to himself before looking up. 'And so will this one.' He decided his eyes moving from the Weaslys to Lupin to Sirius to Tonks. And then he stopped. His Magical eye on the photo and his real eye on the only person left in the room.
'But this boy won't fail.' He decided. He followed Harry as he walked to the table with his eye then looked back down at the photo. All those faces. The Potters, now dead ; the Longbottoms, as good as ; And all the others once again fighting the losing war. Or were they ? A spark of hope filled Moody's heart like a lamp being lit and then it faded like the morning fire. In one swift movement he ripped the photo in half and shoved the remains in his pocket. And there they would sit until. Voldemort was dead. And then a second picture would be taken. Moody grinned. And hung on the wall next to Sirius's mum.
"The Order that didn't fail"
THE END
(I hope you enjoyed this. It was my 7th Harry Potter fic and I feel there are still many more to come. MJM*Mudblood)
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. If I did it would suck. Big time..)
Ten
(Sixteen years Later)
The Wand Waver (known as Mad Eye, Known as Moody, Known as Allie and in his heart known as foolish loser) turned the photograph over in his hands. He could smell Mrs Weasly's food and it reminded him of the morning before the potters death, everyone anticipating something. But not what really happened. Moody remembered his hatred for Sirius that had now been replaced by a hatred of Wormtail and shook his head at the picture.
'This Order failed' He thought to himself before looking up. 'And so will this one.' He decided his eyes moving from the Weaslys to Lupin to Sirius to Tonks. And then he stopped. His Magical eye on the photo and his real eye on the only person left in the room.
'But this boy won't fail.' He decided. He followed Harry as he walked to the table with his eye then looked back down at the photo. All those faces. The Potters, now dead ; the Longbottoms, as good as ; And all the others once again fighting the losing war. Or were they ? A spark of hope filled Moody's heart like a lamp being lit and then it faded like the morning fire. In one swift movement he ripped the photo in half and shoved the remains in his pocket. And there they would sit until. Voldemort was dead. And then a second picture would be taken. Moody grinned. And hung on the wall next to Sirius's mum.
"The Order that didn't fail"
THE END
(I hope you enjoyed this. It was my 7th Harry Potter fic and I feel there are still many more to come. MJM*Mudblood)