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Upstairs was all but empty, through a door ajar Moody could hear the Potters talking in low voices. Moving into the empty living room, he was reaching for the door when a soft voice behind him caused him to halt.
"Alastor, please," Dorcas stepped out of the shadows by an armchair.
"Oh, Dorcas, why?" Moody tried very hard not to let his emotions show.
They made their way toward each other in a dreamlike state, finally meeting in a tight embrace. Moody looked down at her as she leaned her face up for his kiss. Her skin felt soft, her embrace full of passion, beauty, like an angel.
They broke apart hesitantly, to soon. Lily Potter stuck her head around the door frame, and seeing the two of them their, moved back quickly. Moody saw her and turned his back, again leaning down to fervently kiss Dorcas again.
Finally he recovered his senses, this was not the place nor time.
"I'm sorry, love, but I have to go." Her look nearly broke his heart.
"Do you really, really have to go?" she whimpered.
"I have a good deal to do before morning," he gave her a weak smile, "could I pick you up tomorrow, for dinner?"
"Well," he could tell she was trying to show that she really felt injured by his abrupt leaving, but he knew she would accept the invitation, "I suppose so." She smiled, eyes bright, but- the smile didn't reach her eyes.
Moody grabbed his cloak, kissed her once and stepped out into the night. The wind lashed against him, but he kept walking until he was out of sight of the Potter's house. Then he apparated.
With a small "pop" Alastor Moody appeared in the most unusual place. It was dark and mangy, no one would ever have thought that it had been inhabited, except for the old furniture all over. The chairs were all missing legs, and as Moody sat down they creaked dangerously. He dared not light a fire in the empty grate, instead he settled himself down for a long cold night of work.
"Oh Alastor!" she breathed out with delight. Her gold hair framed her face better than any portrait could wish. Her white creamy hands rubbed his bare chest. They lay entangled on his large bed, their hearts racing together.
Something was terribly wrong. Gideon and Fabian had left without a trace. There was no sign of their bodies, or that a fight had ever occurred. Surely some bushes must have been scorched by deflected and off-target spells. There were not even footsteps on the ground. Nothing.
Her mouth met his and they merged their bodies, becoming one, rolling in passion and delight. "Oh, Alastor,"
Moody closed the last book with a snap. He stopped to make sure no one from the village had heard him. That was preposterous, no one would hear him up on this distant hill.
Flexing his stiff, cold and numb fingers he walked to the window and gazed out across the little village. Everything was dark, no lights were lit in the houses. As he gazed movement caught his eye. There! In the shadow of the darkest of all the allies. In the black shadows something even blacker moved. It was what he had been waiting for all night. This is where Gideon and Fabian's murders would finally reveal themselves.
Moody set off into the dark and shadowy night. Vengeance was nearly his.
Upstairs was all but empty, through a door ajar Moody could hear the Potters talking in low voices. Moving into the empty living room, he was reaching for the door when a soft voice behind him caused him to halt.
"Alastor, please," Dorcas stepped out of the shadows by an armchair.
"Oh, Dorcas, why?" Moody tried very hard not to let his emotions show.
They made their way toward each other in a dreamlike state, finally meeting in a tight embrace. Moody looked down at her as she leaned her face up for his kiss. Her skin felt soft, her embrace full of passion, beauty, like an angel.
They broke apart hesitantly, to soon. Lily Potter stuck her head around the door frame, and seeing the two of them their, moved back quickly. Moody saw her and turned his back, again leaning down to fervently kiss Dorcas again.
Finally he recovered his senses, this was not the place nor time.
"I'm sorry, love, but I have to go." Her look nearly broke his heart.
"Do you really, really have to go?" she whimpered.
"I have a good deal to do before morning," he gave her a weak smile, "could I pick you up tomorrow, for dinner?"
"Well," he could tell she was trying to show that she really felt injured by his abrupt leaving, but he knew she would accept the invitation, "I suppose so." She smiled, eyes bright, but- the smile didn't reach her eyes.
Moody grabbed his cloak, kissed her once and stepped out into the night. The wind lashed against him, but he kept walking until he was out of sight of the Potter's house. Then he apparated.
With a small "pop" Alastor Moody appeared in the most unusual place. It was dark and mangy, no one would ever have thought that it had been inhabited, except for the old furniture all over. The chairs were all missing legs, and as Moody sat down they creaked dangerously. He dared not light a fire in the empty grate, instead he settled himself down for a long cold night of work.
"Oh Alastor!" she breathed out with delight. Her gold hair framed her face better than any portrait could wish. Her white creamy hands rubbed his bare chest. They lay entangled on his large bed, their hearts racing together.
Something was terribly wrong. Gideon and Fabian had left without a trace. There was no sign of their bodies, or that a fight had ever occurred. Surely some bushes must have been scorched by deflected and off-target spells. There were not even footsteps on the ground. Nothing.
Her mouth met his and they merged their bodies, becoming one, rolling in passion and delight. "Oh, Alastor,"
Moody closed the last book with a snap. He stopped to make sure no one from the village had heard him. That was preposterous, no one would hear him up on this distant hill.
Flexing his stiff, cold and numb fingers he walked to the window and gazed out across the little village. Everything was dark, no lights were lit in the houses. As he gazed movement caught his eye. There! In the shadow of the darkest of all the allies. In the black shadows something even blacker moved. It was what he had been waiting for all night. This is where Gideon and Fabian's murders would finally reveal themselves.
Moody set off into the dark and shadowy night. Vengeance was nearly his.