Case #2: Dumbledore/ Hogwarts
Hogwarts was in full swing. Moody enter just as one class had ended and the rooms spilled there students. There footfalls echo off the ancient flag stone. It had been near a decade since Moody had been a member of Slytherin house. It had yet to change. Perhaps grown smaller, or had he grown larger?
Making sure the Widow Merope Riddle would remain in the department before he left. She had fought the idea of a safe house. Owing to her job.
"Slow your pace, there is no fire! Mr Dawlish!" Said a wizard his head came up to many of the older male students.
Professor Herbert Beery was a round jaw wizard with sour milk skin, rosy cheeks and sunken green eye's. He had been the Herbology Professor when Moody had been in knickerbockers. His heavy greased head turn and spotted the twenty-five year old. His face lit up.
"Mr Moody!"
Taken his tight hand shake, receiving a pat to his arm.
"Or should I say Auror Moody?" cried Professor Beery
"Of which brings me here," said Moody
"Auror business?" said Professor Beery with an exciting gleam in his eyes. "Seem Hogwarts has double in it's excitement lately. It'll be that Professor Slughorn, gives the most exciting parties. His end of year bash was the talk of the town when the Minster came. His bring back the house of Slytherin. One that old Headmaster Phineas Nigellus nearly ruined."
"He always was a bit of an old bugger!" barked Moody
"You should see how the student body looks up to old Horace." Moody cut the Herbology professor off "Ay, your not getting down about some fly by night teacher. He may have fancy balls but you have class."
Professor Beery waved his hand dismissing the thought.
"Your flattering gets no where, heading to Dippt's office?"
"Dumbledore's." Moody and Beery bid there fair well as the late bell rang.
The Transfiguration hall was right around the corner. The glass line shelf's holding projects done by the fourth years, there names written in short hand on little white cards leaning on the cups and bowls made from plants. From the empty hall he could hear the lecturer going on in the room at the end of the way.
Silently he linger at the open door. A oblong room with two sets of window's, one over looking the lake and the other from the hall and the cloister walk letting the last bit of summer sun fill the room.
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At the back was a group of cages with tropical birds singing and mimic the auburn hair wizard in blue robes teaching the class. His long figure hand push up the bridge of his half moon spectacles as he spoke. Dumbledore's eyes spotted Moody and nodded, going on with his speech.
Moody took a empty chair. Recline with his arms crossed, watching. A few sixth year boys turn to look and whisper about him.
The last time the two had meet up was when Moody had been an intern. Still debating as to working in law enforcement or as an Auror. Following a call with Mr. Poole. A duel that gotten out of hand and took down a young girl.
Moody never forgotten Dumbledore or the look of shock on his face. The smell of burn wood was fragrant still in the air. Albus younger brother, who had still been in school with Moody, was there as well. It seem so surreal.
"Please write down the notes listed on the bored," said Professor Dumbledore gesturing to the chalk-bored "You'll need it for the home work tonight, State the stages of a Transfigured living creature! Now off with you and fetch your birds. Mr. Riddle? Your bird?"
The handsome boy with dark hair and fair complexion had been watching Moody. Eying his Auror badge. Riddles boy? Tom Riddle got up with a fluid motion and headed to the front of the room and to one of the golden cages.
"Mr Moody," Dumbledore said warmly "What do I owe this great pleasure?"
"I thought you'd like to be the first to know, I have a lead on Grindelwald."
Dumbledore's smile faded replace by some thing cloudy. The professor offered his office for the remainder of there meeting. Closes the door be hide them. His office was small due to the large numbers of Astronomy objects and gizmo's, out of date magazines and journals, books and a back log of homework on his desk.
"It seems his taken to looking for British families. " said Moody "I feel his living in Germany, among the muggle's. Perhaps to throw off any foreign body from coming around."
"Best place to hide," said Dumbledore "No one other then a German themselves cane enter or leave. It's like a fortress. I had a feeling he would be."
"My witness can even point out the building he was last seen in! Still," said Moody shaking his head "I feel unease about this whole thing."
Dumbledore who had been paces the room, in the same spot like a figure eight, made his second loop.
"You don't believe the source?"
"No, I wouldn't have come if I didn't. No. I just think she's not being totally honest with me." said Moody
"I wasn't when we first meet," said the other "I was still in denial. Do you remember?"
"I was surprised it was Aberforth and not me who bash your nose in."
At this the professor chuckled, his hand grazed over his crooked nose. "If history has any indication your probably looking at an onion. There are more then a few layers to this story. Your witness may have a history with Grindelwald. "
A motion came from the class room, one of the transfigured birds seem to have leap off the table and cause a commutation with in the room.
"Grab it!"
"It BITE me!"
"Get on a desk and catch it you idiot!"
"Don't call me an idiot, Idiot!"
"Well don't be an Idiot and I WON'T!"
"Are you done?"
Smash!
"Ooh, now you done it!....PROFESSOR!"
Dumbledore gave a close lip smile, "That is my sign, please feel free to call upon me any time. What ever you need. "
"Now that you mention it, I could do with a word with Mr. Riddle." said Moody
Moody wasn't sure if it was his imagination but a shadow passed over his long face.
"Some thing wrong?"
SMASH!
"Perhaps later," said Dumbledore exiting to the mess that was his class room.
The boy was the only member besides his mother who had witness the stalking. He could be anther set of eyes. Perhaps he could get straight answers after him. He was just a boy after all.