5

Rosier had been running for a long time. He was tired, but the aurors kept pursuing him. At last he realized he couldn't keep running forever. He had to stop. He turned to face them, and watched as the came toward him slowly.

Alastor Moody was in the lead, he called to Rosier.

"Rosier, come quietly with us, you will not be killed, drop your wand put your hands in the air."

"Ha! And let one of those slimy creeps "kiss" me?"

"We do not administer the Dementor's kiss."

Rosier looked around franticly trying to form an escape plan, he had to keep them stalling.

"Why, you don't even know if I'm guilty, I've never hurt a fly."

"Maybe you never hurt a fly, but you killed the Prewett brothers."

Damn! They had him, Rosier tried again, his voice low and seductive.

"How do you know that's true?"

"We're tired of games Rosier, you have 'til the count of three to do as we've asked. One..."

Rosier cast a look around him.

"Two..."

It was hopeless, there was nothing for it, he'd have to fight his way out of this one.

"Three!"

The curses flew thick, as the aurors and Rosier, the deatheater, leapt into action.

Moody wiped the stream of blood coursing from his nose, blood covered his robes and face. One of Rosier's curses had hit his nose, sending a chunk of it flying. The blood hit the pavement and spattered, at the feet of the corpse. Damn him, thought Moody, why'd he have to fight? The battle had lasted until Rosier was dead. He was no match for six well trained aurors, despite what You-Know-Who may've taught him.

Frank hurried over and performed a light bandaging charm on Moody. The flow of blood from his nose lessened immediately.

"You'll have to get that fixed, Alastor." Frank said. He looked tired and worn out. Moody still didn't understand why Frank had become an auror, he was to cheerful and friendly, he should've been a healer, like his wife.

"It'll be fine, don't worry Frank, I've had worse." He gave a weak chuckle. Frank smiled back, shakily.

"Don't worry about the body, I'll take care of that, why don't you go to St. Mungo's and see what they can do."

"Thanks Frank, I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Regular time, as usual."

Moody disapperated, and apperated in St. Mungo's. He went to visit his usual healer, his nose fixed in a few minutes. But the chunk would always be missing.

Leaving the hospital he stopped on his way home and picked out a large bouquet of pink roses. He then prepared for dinner. He was impatient to see Dorcas.