For Tiggs
A companion fic to A chance.
The Prompt of the day challenge at TGS: (word)lemon
Word count: 600
Alastor didn't know what to believe when he saw the letter. Someone who he knew needed to tskj with him urgently. And the same someone had asked to not be attacked on spot.
So...who could it be? To request to not be attacked it meant that he had been a criminal. Someone whom he had personally locked in Azkaban. Which didn't shorten the list at all considering that half of the prisoners were there thanks to him.
Still it meant that a fugitive wanted to speaking with him. Just that no one had escaped Azkaban. It seemed then it wasn't true anymore. Someone had escaped.
But who? The letter sent him with the thoughts to a Death Eater. A common criminal wouldn't write like this.
Alastor was certain that he had had would have dared to help a prisoner escape? Who could have done it?
And what prisoner? If one of them escaped he would have been notified. Retired or not.
Then as if someone had turned on the light in the room a thought passed through his head. What if there have been no announcements because said person was dead?
And there was just one person who had died in prison in the last years who had been a Death Eater and who could have gotten someone to help him to get out.
Barty Crouch Junior.
He could be wrong, but he rarely was and something told him he was right this time too.
The boy wanted a chance? Alastor would give it to him. But if the Junior tried anything, he would make sure that was the last thing he will do. And so he took a quill to write the reply.
You're right. I know who you are. And I am curious just how that you are writing to me of all people. I will meet you. Alone. But if you try anything you will be a dead man. Even if I am old I can still take on you.
Just wait tomorrow night outside of my yard. I will come and get you. Don't move.
Then he sent the letter with the same owl it had come the other one. The little creature hadn't wanted to leave without a reply.
Now, he waited.
And waited. Had he scared the boy by telling him that he knew who he was? Alastor hoped not.
Then there was a ruckus outside and he had to go and see what was going on.
The boy had arrived, and moved. That was...awful. He was was splashed with mud and dirt from head to toes . He told him to not move. Alastor felt like he'd eaten a very sour lemon. How was he going to explain this to the Ministry? Because someone was bound to come to ask him what had happened. And right before his first day of teaching!
If the boy hadn't had a good excuse, Alastor was going to kill him. And there would be nothing left to show to the Ministry workers. Absolutely nothing.
And he would still be in trouble. The lemon taste returned. He didn't need to give them more reasons to call him MadEye.
But now, returning to the problem at hand he had to discuss things pretty quickly with the boy, otherwise there was the risk of being discovered.
Still he felt a bit of satisfaction despite the mess he was finding himself in. He had been right in his assumptions:standing outside his house was Barty Crouch Junior.
"Get in!"he hissed motioning for him to enter the hous.
