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They sat across from each other in silence.
Moody picked at his chicken leg. The tap as he set down his fork on the plate seemed to resound like a thunder clap. Dorcas sat across from him, trying to eat calmly.
She had been hysterical when she saw him.
She doesn't love me anymore. That bastard ruined my handsome face. If my face was ever handsome.
Moody couldn't stand it anymore. He took another bite and slammed down his fork.
"I'm ugly right? You don't..." his voice cracked, and he remembered that neither had ever said that they loved the other.
"don't love me anymore?" he tried to use the word lightly. Dorcas glanced up sharply.
"Of course I love you. Still. It was just – a shock." She bit her lip and glanced down, gold hair falling around her shoulders. "Your work is so dangerous, and I'm concerned. I never know if I'm going to see you the next night-alive."
He got up and came around to her chair. His arms encircled her, and he breathed in her deep scent, he wasn't quite sure what it reminded him of...
"I'll come home again, I always will." He whispered in her ear, voice husky.
He wasn't quite sure how they got from the dining room to the bedroom, but the lay there, on his large bed, twisting in a love song of body.
The early morning sunlight touched his eyelids, waking him. Beside him was the warm, smooth body of Dorcas. He stroked her hair gently with his finger tip, brushing it over her temples, across her eyes, feeling her soft lips.
An owl knocked at the window, tap! Tap! Tap tap!
Heaving a sigh he got up and opened the window, allowing the owl to flutter onto the back of a chair.
Death Eaters Converge on Godric's Hollow
Late last night a resident of Godric's Hollow reported sighting 6 Death Eaters in Godric's Hollow. Only a few wizarding families reside in Godric's Hollow, and it was a muggle's house that was the focus of the attack. By the time hit wizards and aurors arrived the death eaters had fled and the muggle house was found in shambles. Completely destroyed only burnt timers remained of what was said to be "a fine house". There is no sign of the muggles, believed to be dead. Muggle Police arrived on the scene shortly after the wizards, they have been led to believe that there was a house fire.
There has been little speculation as to the cause of the attack. Aurors are investigating.
A muggle home attacked? Godric's Hollow? And why hadn't he been summoned? If the death eaters were in Godric's Hollow, the most logical answer was that they had gone to attack a wizarding family, couldn't find the house, and decided upon a muggle attack. Why wouldn't they be able to find the wizard house-because it was guarded by a secret keeper, which houses were thus guarded? – only the Potter's, that he knew of.
Someone, he didn't know who, had tipped off Voldemort and his supporters as to the whereabouts of the order. The scum.
Who would've so basely betrayed the Order?
He hadn't realized that he'd been pacing around, only with a sheet tied around his waist. His tramping had woken Dorcas. She stirred and opened her eyes. Glancing up at him she yawned and stretched.
Now was not the time for that...
"I have to go to Dumbledore." He turned, and began putting on his robes.
"But—you just woke up, what can have happened?" Her face was so innocent. So sweet. He loved her more than he had every loved anyone else. She seemed so weak, he would always protect her. But not now, she needed to know, needed to be careful. He didn't know what he'd do if a death eater got her. Best not to dwell on these thoughts, yet it renewed his energy.
"Bad news, a muggle house in Godric's Hollow was attacked by death eaters during the night. I've got to go now." He tossed the paper on the dresser, finished putting on his robes. He got on the bed and crawled to where she sat, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
Wrapping her in his arms he kissed her. "I'm sorry about this. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Next minute, he was gone. Dorcas sat in the bed for a minute before getting up. She began to read the paper.