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It was late, too late for Mad Eye Alastor Moody. He had lost his lust, and he knew it. He was a paranoid old fool, who imagined enemies, lurking in every dark corner, waiting for him to make one wrong move.
He sat at his kitchen table that night, after being awake for a long while. He kept hearing noises, creaking in his floorboards. He shook his head, knowing that it was his age creeping up on him again, knowing that it was his madness, taunting him. He drank from his hip flask, hesitantly, still after all those years, imagining poison being slipped into his drink.
"You old bat." He said to himself, turning around to investigate another sound, which the most of us would call nothing. He had an over active imagination, and he knew it. He gripped his wand tightly in the front pocket of his robes and stood up. Well, off to bed. He was getting himself no where, just drowsier, more gullible by the day.
He remembered a time when a few wizards had played a joke on him. A few kids, he remembered, coming up to his house and causing disturbance. He had turned off the kitchen light and started down his hall. SMASH.
He pulled out his wand, staring into the darkness around him, turning in a swift circle, to see if anyone was behind him, laughing and ready to kill him. There was no one there. "Blasted kids!" he shouted, continuing down the hall.
SMASH.
He couldn't ignore it. What if it was danger? He did belong to the Order of the Pheonix again didn't he? He was still useful right? Maybe someone really was out to kill him! "Show yourself!" he growled, his magical eye swiveling in different directions.
____ ya, this is my first fic revolving around this guy. So I hope you enjoyed my first chapter!!!!!!! Reviews please! ____
It was late, too late for Mad Eye Alastor Moody. He had lost his lust, and he knew it. He was a paranoid old fool, who imagined enemies, lurking in every dark corner, waiting for him to make one wrong move.
He sat at his kitchen table that night, after being awake for a long while. He kept hearing noises, creaking in his floorboards. He shook his head, knowing that it was his age creeping up on him again, knowing that it was his madness, taunting him. He drank from his hip flask, hesitantly, still after all those years, imagining poison being slipped into his drink.
"You old bat." He said to himself, turning around to investigate another sound, which the most of us would call nothing. He had an over active imagination, and he knew it. He gripped his wand tightly in the front pocket of his robes and stood up. Well, off to bed. He was getting himself no where, just drowsier, more gullible by the day.
He remembered a time when a few wizards had played a joke on him. A few kids, he remembered, coming up to his house and causing disturbance. He had turned off the kitchen light and started down his hall. SMASH.
He pulled out his wand, staring into the darkness around him, turning in a swift circle, to see if anyone was behind him, laughing and ready to kill him. There was no one there. "Blasted kids!" he shouted, continuing down the hall.
SMASH.
He couldn't ignore it. What if it was danger? He did belong to the Order of the Pheonix again didn't he? He was still useful right? Maybe someone really was out to kill him! "Show yourself!" he growled, his magical eye swiveling in different directions.
____ ya, this is my first fic revolving around this guy. So I hope you enjoyed my first chapter!!!!!!! Reviews please! ____