Moody Takes Control

Harry was holding his left leg trying to lessen the pain when a shadow crossed over him. Looking up expecting to see clumsy Tonks, whom he wasn't impressed with right now he saw Moody instead. The man bent down next to him and Harry looked for Tonks. They wouldn't leave him with only one guard would they? Busy with these fretful thoughts and maybe in a little shock Harry was completely ignoring Mad-eye. The man got his attention by giving a light whack on the head. Now rubbing his head in an irritated way he glanced up at Mad-eye in a much rejected way.

"You listening to me boy? What happened? Where are the Deatheaters?" Moody demanded gruffly looking at Harry in an urgent way. Opening his mouth to ask in return what he was talking about he was embarrassed when he only succeeded in making the expected squeak he produced in place of his voice.

"Come on Potter, this is no time to wimp out; answer me! I need to know what happened!" pausing he looked around the coloured part of his magical eye whizzing in and out of view. He apparently found what he was looking for as he yelled in the direction of the stairs "Eh Smith! Bring the squad down here already. Potter won't answer, we're leaving."

"Just a sec" a voice responded but Moody sharply said "NOW!"

There was the sound of feet shuffling about in what Harry felt sure was the room he stayed in and then he saw the squad rush down the stairs. To him they looked like various coloured crayons. The squad consisted of about 5 people; Tonks included who was first coming down fell on the stairs. She was probably first because (assuming the others knew her) felt that she would drag them down too if they were unlucky enough to be the one in front of her. "Good thinking on their part" he found himself thinking in an amused way despite the situation. Stepping neatly around her they stood around in circle formation (Tonks was still on the stairs righting herself) and Harry wished that Tonks would fix his voice already. Feeling very uncomfortable sitting on the floor suddenly thinking that Moody was very tall he tried to get up. He succeeded and one wizard he didn't know asked him if he was hurt, which he personally felt was pretty obvious. In no mood to play with hand signals he indicated to the right slightly with his head and the squad parted. Why nobody was helping him to walk when he started hopping across the room towards the stairs was beyond him. Just the decent thing to do isn't it? "Maybe I look so pissed of with the black eye and green eyes they don't want to be near me?" He pondered angrily as he almost tripped over himself yet again.

Finally he reached the banister where Tonks was waiting curiously for him. He pointed angrily at his throat several times mouthing "fix it" before she finally got it, and only then because he had gotten his voice to a stained hoarse version instead of the incomprehensible squeak. Directing her wand at his throat she said the counter curse. With one hand now massaging his sore throat he thanked her (his voice normal) saying "Bout time" thinking "what a git." He turned away from a sheepish looking witch to answer Moody and found that they had followed him across the room. Rolling his eyes he addressed Mad-eye saying "There were no Deatheaters. Me 'n Dudley had a fight. That's all." Moody was looking him up and down and Harry had the uncomfortable thought that Mad-eye was checking him out. Dismissing it he looked at the other's and asked "can someone erase the Dursley's memory for me? I don't think that's something they need to remember. O maybe both neighbors too." He added thoughtfully.

He was brought back when the same wizard that asked him if he was hurt exclaimed "We got sent out here because the kid had a fit!" Harry felt a twinge of anger at being called a kid and opened his mouth to object when Moody but in stating they still had to bring Harry back with them and report it.

As everyone turned to go Tonks whispered something to Moody and a troubled look crossed his face, his magical eye facing the back of his head was probably watching the rest of the wizards who had stopped to wait, while his normal one was staring at Harry. What was she telling him? He was sure she wouldn't care if he had hit Dudley, if she knew about that at all. Mad-eye approached Harry who was now balancing himself against the banister and asked "how's your leg boy?"

Relief swept through him like a tidal wave and Harry fought to keep his face from showing anything other than concern for him. "Think my ankle's broken" he replied. Growling in frustration he flicked out his wand scaring Harry half to death. He still hadn't gotten over the time that Crouch in disguise as Moody had pointed a wand at him it was with the intent to kill him so it's easily understood that he's not to comfortable with him. Pointing it at Harry's chest he said some spell Harry didn't catch but the effects were obvious; Harry levitated a good 5 inches off the ground. Grabbing Harry's wrist he led Harry out the window (which he fixed afterwards with a quick reparo) and over to Figg's house. The other Order members had disapparated and Figg wasn't home. Moody steered Harry into the fireplace which was cramped with the both of them in it and called out "56 Birch Street."

"Where the?" Harry began but was sharply cut off by Moody who covered his mouth with a hand. "An entirely normal hand" Harry noted and having not released his hand Moody guided Harry in front of him out onto the sidewalk. Only once they exited the house did Moody release the hand from his mouth. Glancing at Moody he saw Moody shake his head no and Harry getting the hint remained silent. At least he could talk, a high improvement from a charm or hand keeping him from doing so, although he wished he had his wand. For all he knew this could be a Deatheater in disguise, again.

Turning a corner he felt he recognized the street. "Oh!" it was the street Headquarters was on. He didn't pay attention as he was guided in front of the wizard. He was bracing himself to visit the last place he wanted to be. Come on, there are worse places" he reminded himself tensely. Though he couldn't think off any off hand. All too soon they approached the houses next to Black Manor and even sooner he was scooted into the house.