Part 3
He knew long before she had even decided so herself that he would be the next to die. Albus was gone, dead through poisoned pain potion made by Hermione Granger for a toothache. Of course, Hermione hadn't known it was poisoned, but the evidence against her was strong enough to override the disbelief of her friends. Miss Weasley, now 32 and just reaching her prime, seemed to have killed two birds with one stone.
But Mad-Eye knew it was his turn now. He was one of the few original members of the Order of the Phoenix still left, and one of the most senior members of the present resistance. Somehow, this still did not inspire him to finally reveal what he knew. What good would it do now anyways? She would easily find some way to poison everyone's minds against him, and long ago she had stopped leaving proof of her actions around and long ago had she graduated on to a more complex spell to hide her Dark Mark, one even Mad-Eye could not break.
Miss Weasley was unstoppable now. All the Order was under her thumb, and they didn't even realize it. Mad-Eye was only disappointed he would never know how much power she had over the Death Eaters. Was it possible that she, the youngest Weasley grown into the most deadly, also had complete control over Voldemort himself? Mad-Eye didn't doubt it, just as he didn't doubt that he would be the next to die.
It happened one frigidly cold winter day. Mad-Eye was checking out a location for the new Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. It was a large room above an inconspicuous muggle shop outside of London. He considered firstly how easy it would make spying for Miss Weasley. Due to the non-magical environment she would probably be able to simple tape-recorder the meetings and hand it off to some Death Eaters pretending to shop for antiques the floor below. Mad-Eye did not consider this a reason not to use that particular location. She would manage no matter where they made headquarters.
When Mad-Eye entered into the second room that was attached to the main room, he found it completely empty except for a large, winged-back chair with its back to the door. Tired, old, and more than a little defeated by the war around him, he walked over to it, his wooded leg clunking in rhythm on the wood floor. He sat down and considered for a moment his opinions on life in general.
Mad-Eye in general thought Divinations was a frivolous waste of time, but he believed fervently in the powers of instinct and premonition. He knew at the moment when he was deciding that this world was hopeless that Miss Weasley had entered the building and was speaking to the shopkeeper a floor below him. How easy it would have been for him to have Apparated away to safety. And how easy it would have been for Miss Weasley to disguise her coming to kill him.
He refused to play games with her. She would kill him as he sat there. He would not raise his wand to fight her off, and that would vex her most. He closed his good eye and stared straight forward with the other and waited.
She was wearing heels. He could tell from the soft clicks her footfalls made as she climbed the stairs. The steps quickened as she got closer, almost as though she were anticipating that he would attempt to flee. She paused for a moment in the doorway of the room with the chair. She wouldn't have been able to see him, but she acknowledged him from there all the same.
"Hello Professor Moody," she said. He opened his eyes at that address. It seemed to awkward coming from her.
He didn't respond. He was trying to realize why she might have called him Professor. He knew somehow that it was because she considered him to be the only person she ever had to learn how to hide her wrong deeds from, but he could not flatter himself that he had really taught her anything. He was sure she got away with far more than he ever realized.
She was moving again, along the edge of the room, to come stand in front of him. She stopped directly in front of him, with her back to him, staring out the window.
It had started raining, bringing the evening on sooner than it would have come by itself. They were both silent for some time. Mad-Eye considered his life, and Miss Weasley considered the rain.
"I didn't really want to kill you," she said eventually, turning towards him and speaking, he realized, directly to him for the first time in her entire life.
How could he love someone who had never spoken to him, he pondered as she examined him. But she did speak to him. Every time she had been disloyal to the Order she had spoken much to him about whom she was.
She was just a girl, no matter how she stood before him in a leggy sort of skirt-suit and heels. She was a girl who had rebelled and taken it too far. She was too intelligent and too sneaky for her own good and the good of others. He knew she was cold, heartless, but guilty. She was beautiful but horribly ugly. She was his love, she was him, and she was what he wished her to be every time she whispered an Order secret into the wrong ears in the wrong ally on the wrong side of Diagon Alley.
He was glad to die at her hands rather than anyone else's. It proved to him that at some point in her career, he proved to be a threat, even if it was so late in the game. He knew too much, and she was finally recognizing it by doing him in. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
And then she killed him.
A/N and Justification for an evil Ginny: There really isn't any excuse for this story other than that I wanted to explore the certain aspect of Moody's character that I believe is impressed by other's magical capabilities regardless of how they use then, and I wanted to explore certain aspects of Ginny's character in that she would make an excellent spy, but in this case it is for the wrong side. I hope you enjoyed the story.
