Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was my brilliant creation, I might have attempted to explain why a sport as pointless and lopsidedly unfair as Quidditch had become so stupidly popular. Best running theory: global-wide concussions. Dozens of them.
Chapter Four
The two of them sat up on the top of the swing set for an hour or so. Daphne couldn't really see any difference between looking around with the goggles on or off, but Luna insisted that wearing them was the only way to see the Blibbering Humdingers.
After the explanation that Luna had given for why she needed the clearly ridiculous creatures to be real, Daphne didn't have the heart to stomp out that particular belief. She wasn't a monster. So she played along and let the girl talk her ear off about the things. To be honest, she was only half listening, while most of her mind was focused on what else she had to do over the summer.
There were things that she needed to have ready by the time school began again. Daphne didn't really believe that she could get anywhere in her search for Quirrel and that magical stone over the summer. She was just too limited in what she could do. But there were ways that she could prepare for the upcoming year beyond laying around counting ceiling tiles.
While she was lost in her own planning, a hand abruptly tapped her on the small of her back as someone reached up from below. "Luna, my dear?"
The sudden and unexpected contact made Daphne yelp and she fell forward. Her hands grabbed for any kind of purchase, snagging onto the bag that Luna had draped across the bar with them. There was a brief sensation of rushing air and then she smacked into the ground with a groan while various papers and other supplies lay scattered from Luna's bag being yanked down with her.
A hand turned her over onto her back and the face of a middle aged wizard with long scraggly white hair stared down at her with eyes that didn't seem to both to focus on her at the same time. "Luna?" He asked before cupping her face. "My girl, did you manage the Face My Other Face spell already? And without a wand even! Oh my Luna is a genius!" He gathered the still stunned Daphne into a hug while she struggled to catch her breath.
Finally, she managed to get a hand up between them and gave him a shove. "Get off me! I'm not Luna!"
"Hi, daddy." The actual Luna chirped, having dropped to the ground. "This is Harry Potter. Harry Potter, this is my daddy."
"Xenophilius Lovegood." The man swept into a bow, and Daphne noticed a small necklace of an odd triangular-circle-stick design that caught her attention for a moment hanging from his neck. "At your service, Lord Potter."
"I'm not a Lord." Daphne pushed herself up a bit and hesitated as she took in the man's entire eclectic outfit. He wore lime green robes with random pink splotches, and in addition to the first necklace that she had noticed, there was another that appeared to consist entirely of butterbeer caps.
"Some would say you deserve the honorific more than any who hold the title currently." Xenophilius commented, his vaguely crossed eyes looking briefly intense, which was offset by the way his bottlecap necklace clanked a little.
Before she could try to react to that, Xenophilius pulled 'Harry' to 'his' feet and then began to help his daughter collect the objects that had fallen out of her bag. The two were chattering away about the sad lack of Humdingers, Blibbering or otherwise, and where they might search next.
Finally, Luna straightened and held her newly packed bag to her chest. "It was nice to meet you, Harry Potter. I'll be going to school in the fall, so I'll see you there."
Her father laid a hand on Luna's shoulder and gave his own enthusiastic wave. "Let us know if you find any of your toenail trimmings missing. It's a sure sign of Hundinger infestation."
"Um, yeah." Daphne slowly raised her hand to wave. "I'll... keep an eye out."
The two Lovegoods vanished as Xenophilius disapparated them away, and Daphne shook her head. That had been surreal. She hadn't expected to see any wizards out here in Harry's sleepy neighborhood full of utterly and painfully mundane people, let alone two that were quite that abnormal.
But now she really had to focus. First she'd take a look at the journal and- Daphne's thoughts faltered as she reached for her pocket where the book had been, only to find it empty. Quickly, she checked each of her pockets, then started to look around on the ground.
A dawning realization came, and Daphne's hand smacked against her forehead. The book must have dropped out of her pocket when she fell, and either Luna or her father had picked it up.
"No no no no." She repeated rapidly to herself. Taking out her traceless wand, she lit the end with a simple lumos spell and began to scour the ground more intently for the book, praying that she was wrong. "Please be here, please be here. Please, please." Finally, she had to give up. "Hecate's Teeth!" Daphne shouted, kicking at some of the gravel as she shoved her hands back through her recently shortened hair. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
Okay, breathe, Daphne. She told herself. The Lovegoods probably had that book. She needed to get it back, which meant she had to communicate with them. So she needed an- "Owl." She said aloud before turning from the swingset to run all the way back to the Dursley house.
Petunia and Vernon were in the living room, the former staring listlessly out the window while clutching the pig to her chest while the latter puffed on a pipe and stared angrily at the loud muggle noise making contraption with all the moving pictures. They both started to speak, but Daphne ignored them as she thundered up the stairs.
Luckily, Potter's owl had returned when she stormed into the bedroom that she had commandeered. The bird gave a brief hoot of surprise and vague annoyance when Daphne slammed the door after herself, before she quickly crossed to the open cage where it was perched.
"I need you to deliver a letter." She began.
Hedwig made what sounded an awful lot like a derisive noise and turned her head.
"It's about Harry." Daphne insisted. "Okay, mostly about Harry. Look, I found this book that I think Quirrel had, he's the guy responsible for Harry being... being gone. This book was something of his, and I stole it. But now this other witch accidentally picked it up, and I need to send a message to her to give it back so I can use it to find a way to bring Harry back to- dear lords I'm talking to an owl."
Hedwig was looking at her again, and Daphne let out a breath. "You're the only... thing that I can talk to about this at all, aren't you?" Tentatively, she lifted her hand and gave the owl's feathers a gentle stroke. "I promise, this isn't just some selfish demand. I really do need that book. Can you take a letter to Luna Lovegood for me? Luna Lovegood."
Those piercing owl eyes stared at her for a long moment, before Hedwig finally left her cage and flew to the window, settling there to wait.
Daphne moved quickly before the owl changed her mind, writing out a brief explanatory note, describing the journal, and asking them to send it back. Then she attached it to the owl's leg and thanked her before watching the bird fly off.
Left alone with her thoughts, she began to pace rapidly while shoving her hands through her hair and groaning. "I can't believe I lost the book. The one maybe lead to fixing any of this and what do I do? I let some crazy girl run off with it. How stupid do I have to be?"
Finally, Daphne let her hands slide down her face and took several deep breaths. Sitting down on the floor in the middle of the room, she crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and then asked herself a single important question, one that had always served her well when she felt overwhelmed by any number of things.
"Is there anything else I can do about this right now?"
After a moment of thought, she answered herself. "No."
Finally, she completed her ritual with, "Then don't worry about it."
Noticeably calmer, Daphne opened her eyes and began to focus on what she could actually do. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day. Even without that book, there were plenty of preparations to be made.
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And apparently, Daphne inwardly grumbled to herself while sitting at an out of the way table inside the Leaky Cauldron a little after noon the next day, there was plenty of waiting to do as well. She had convinced Vernon to give her a ride into London proper that morning. The foul man had originally refused, until Daphne pointed out that not only could she choose not to fix his son if he annoyed her too much, but also that if she was going to fix him at all, she needed supplies.
It was a lie, she had everything she needed, but the Dursleys didn't know that. Though he grumbled the entire time, the man had used the muggle car to drive her where she wanted to go, and agreed to pick her up that evening.
So for the past two and a half hours, she had been sitting here listening to various conversations throughout the pub, waiting to hear one particular conversation. Potter's invisibility cloak, which she wore the whole time, meant that she wasn't bothered and no one noticed when she paid attention to what they were saying.
There had, of course, been a couple of close calls as someone nearly sat on her. But Daphne managed to slip away just in time, save for once when she was jostled. Luckily, the person who had stumbled into her hadn't noticed in the crowd.
Just as she was about to lament finding anyone who was going where she needed them to, a crash from halfway across the room caught her attention.
"Sorry, sorry!" The purple haired witch who had apparently just dropped the plate she had been carrying flicked her wand out, levitated the half eaten sandwich and a few soggy chips up before repairing the plate, then floated all of it together up to her hand once more before giving a sheepish look toward the hunchback barman.
He, as though accustomed to this, waved off the apology and took the repaired plate from her. "Gotta get back to that Auror training, eh, Nympha-"
"Do not call me that." The witch countered quickly, in what appeared to be a practiced and reflexive response. "It's Tonks. Just Tonks."
Tom, the barman, simply saluted with a laugh before turning his attention back to other customers with a departing, "You're gonna be late again, Tonks. Mad-Eye ain't gonna like that."
"Circe spit!" Tonks started to bolt from the pub, pushing her way around other patrons while frantically muttering apologies.
Daphne, hidden beneath the invisibility cloak, followed with a mumbled, "About damn time." Her plan had always been to hang out at the pub until she heard that someone was going to the ministry, and then follow them in. She hadn't expected it to take all morning.
She almost missed the purple-haired witch as they both emerged onto the street, mostly because she was no longer the purple-haired witch at all. Tonks had turned her hair white and shortened it to nearly the length of Daphne's own Potterized hair. If she hadn't heard the older witch continue to curse about her own lateness, she might have lost track of her entirely.
"Metamorphmagus." Daphne all but groaned. "Great, I had to follow the one in a thousand." Still, she kept after the shapeshifting witch, praying that she didn't lose her again in the crowd of muggles going up and down the city street.
It was difficult, considering that any time that shock of white hair passed out of Daphne's sight, the next time she came into view, it could be long red hair, neon green chin length hair, or anything else. She had to stay closer than she really wanted to, and several times she nearly ran right into the other witch.
Finally, Tonks stopped in front of a red and glass booth with what Daphne at least recognized as a muggle telephone inside. The witch looked both ways, her eyes passing over Daphne, then she pulled the door open and stepped inside.
Taking a breath and holding it, Daphne quickly slipped inside the booth after her and pressed herself into a corner, not daring to make any noise.
As if she had felt the movement, Tonks blinked and looked around. Her eyes changed shape and color a couple of times, as though she was filtering through various types of vision. Then she simply shrugged and pulled the door of the booth shut.
It was a tight fit, especially considering that Daphne couldn't afford to let the older witch have the slightest idea that she was there. She pressed herself tighter against the corner, while Tonks began to hit several numbers on the front of the telephone.
A moment later, a voice filled up the booth, that of a pleasant woman. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."
"Tonks." The other witch replied. "Auror-in-training. Who should be allowed to use the normal bloody entrance, because that incident with the apricots was only one time. One time-"
The pleasant voice returned, though perhaps slightly more strained. "Please state your full name."
"Bugger that, Tricia. You know precisely who I am." The witch shot back. When this was met by silence, she finally sighed. "Fine, it's Nymphadora Tonks. I'm here for training. Again. Still. I just went to lunch, you bunch of wands up the-"
The floor beneath their feet shuddered, and then began to sink. Daphne let out some of the breath she had been holding. She had been afraid that the Ministry would be able to detect her, even while invisible. But the risk had been worthwhile.
After a minute or so of grinding downward, the booth stopped, and the door slid open once more. Tonks emerged, almost tripping over her own robes in her rush. Daphne quickly followed, gazing with wide eyes at the beautiful hall full of gilded fireplaces that dozens of wizards were using to floo in and out.
Daphne had been to the Ministry before, but not in several years, and certainly not since she was actually old enough to appreciate it. She was almost too caught up in gazing at the gorgeous dark wood floor, the blue ceiling with its rapidly shifting golden symbols, and the line of Ministry employees waiting to use the Floos to notice that Tonks had already hurried on.
Racing to catch up, Daphne passed by a large fountain with several golden statues. She knew what the Fountain of Magical Brethren was like, having tossed her own occasional knut into it during her few visits when she was younger. At the moment, she didn't have time to waste, but she was still tempted to throw a few coins inside while wishing for her own success in this insanity.
She finally caught up with Tonks as the other witch passed by a desk labeled SECURITY and into a hallway lined with golden lifts. It only took a moment for one of the lifts to arrive, but Tonks spent the entire time rapidly tapping her foot and murmuring about how late she was.
Secretly joining the older witch on the lift when the doors opened, Daphne again pressed herself into a corner and watched as several messaging paper airplanes, birds, and other origami fluttered in with them along with a couple of wizards who were conversing heatedly about a recent Quidditch match between the Toyohashi Tengu and the Kenmare Kestrels. Apparently a wager had been made and one of the wizards was debating the exact wording as far as when that wager had to be paid off.
Ignoring the pair as much as possible, Daphne listened to the female voice announce the floors. They passed the Department of Magical Games and Sports at Level Seven, where the two wizards got off and three more boarded. Then they passed the Department of Magical Transport, where two of the paper airplane messengers flew off. The Department of International Magical Cooperation, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes all passed them by as the lift continued to descend.
By the time they reached Level Two, only she and Tonks remained. The voice announced their arrival at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the doors opened. This time, the currently-electric blue haired witch left the lift, and Daphne followed. She had been lucky in that the person she had finally managed to follow into the Ministry was going to the same floor she'd wanted to begin with.
Now they were in a door-lined corridor, and Daphne began to walk slowly, examining the doors they were passing for what she needed.
The firm thunk of a staff hitting the floor ahead of them made both Daphne and Tonks come up short. A man stood in the hall, leaning heavily on his staff as he glared at the latter of them while growling out the words, "You're late."
Daphne had to stare at the man. While not overly tall, he was rather solidly set. He wore simple brown robes and leathers, and a belt of supplies hung around his waist. His long, gray hair was scraggly, and his face was lined and heavily scarred, with a not-insubstantial amount of his nose missing. Yet by far what stood out about the man the most was one of his eyes. While the left was a simple dark brown like any other, the man's right eye was larger than it should have been, with a vivid blue color that matched the current shade of Tonks's hair. That eye rapidly rolled around in the socket almost completely randomly. It spun to take in the entire room, including rolling backwards so that only the white could be seen. Watching it almost made Daphne dizzy.
"Sorry Alastor." Tonks replied, standing rather stiffly. "I was just having lunch and-"
"Shush." The man silenced her with a quick jab of his hand, frowning as his eye darted even more manically. "Did someone come down with you?" He asked sharply, sniffing the air.
"Uh, nope. Just me." The witch shook her head, frowning. "Why? You expecting someone?"
Rather than answer, the man took several long, limping steps toward them, a muffled thunk sounding each time his right leg came down. Though it was hidden beneath his robes, Daphne caught a glimpse of wood.
She backed up slowly, eyes wide as the man came closer. Breath held, barely moving, she shrank deeper into the invisibility cloak and prayed.
The man's crazy eye zoomed back and forth in the socket, almost quivering. Several times it almost seemed to fixate on her before continuing to search. Tonks remained silent, Daphne remained even silent-er, and the man continued to advance, beginning to swipe the air in front of him with his staff while Daphne tried to backpedal without tripping over her own feet and making as little sound as possible.
Finally, just as Daphne was pressed back against the wall next to the lift, with the man barely inches away from jabbing her with his staff, a new voice spoke up. "Auror Moody, have you taken your trainee to collect her new duel-training wand?"
A rather severe looking older witch stood at one of the doorways, observing them with carefully neutral eyes.
"Madame Bones." Tonks bowed her head quickly, her hair changing from blue to blonde and lengthening.
Inclining her own head in acknowledgment, Bones kept her gaze on Auror Moody. For his part, the man finally turned away from Daphne and grunted. "Heading there now, Madame. Come along, Tonks."
The two continued down the hall, and Madame Bones moved into the lift. Daphne let out a breath of relief, then flinched as the other witch's gaze flicked her way from inside the lift. She held her breath again, but Bones did nothing else as the doors closed.
Turning, Daphne hurried after the other pair, though she kept a healthy distance from Moody and his creepily good sense of paranoia. Though considering she really was there, could it be called paranoia?
"So what's this about a duel-training wand?" Tonks was asking. "And why do I just get it now? I've been here for a year. And why do I need another wand?"
Limping down the hall, every impact of his staff against the floor sending a dull thunk that was matched momentarily by the thunk of his wooden leg on the other side, Moody grunted a response, "Not a real wand. Wasn't time for your dueling training yet. You'll see."
It wasn't part of her original plan, as there was a different part of the Magical Law Enforcement offices she wanted to visit, but Daphne was sufficiently intrigued by that to follow. Eventually, they went through a door labeled 'Authorized DMLE Staff And Trainees Only'. This led to a twisting, confusing progression of corridors until Moody finally stopped at a door and nudged it open, nodding for Tonks to go in first. Then he looked around, frowned even more, and stumped his way into the room after her.
Slipping inside before the door could close, Daphne found that they had entered a room lined with mirrors on every wall. To one side there was a large, elaborately crafted wooden box, with designs of various wizards dueling etched into it.
Moody moved to this chest and used his staff to push it open. "Grab one." He nodded to the contents.
Daphne moved closer and saw dozens of what looked like wands, though these were of a silver color rather than wood, and each had what looked like a gold band about a third of the way up the length of it.
Tonks picked up one of the strange wands and turned it over in her head. "What's this?"
"Duel training wand." Moody answered, setting himself against the wall. "Simple enough concept. Looks and feels like a real wand to get the movements and speed down, but won't let you actually cast the spell. Move that band thing up and down the shaft, closer it gets to the end, the higher the difficulty. Set it to the bottom to start."
Once that was done and Tonks had locked the golden band to the bottom of the wand length, Moody continued. "Next you tell it Offense or Defense. We'll start with Offense. Then tell it the spell you're going to attack with. Call it Stupefy. Then tell it what the other side is gonna defend with. Call it Protego to keep things simple."
Still looking uncertain, Tonks nonetheless followed his instructions. "Offense, Stupefy, Protego." The gold band lit up, and she looked toward Moody.
"Go for it. Watch your form in the mirrors." The man instructed, leaning his weight back against the glass.
Shrugging, Tonks pointed the wand ahead of herself, at one of the mirrors. "Stupefy!" There was a muffled gong noise, and the light on the gold band dimmed.
"Too slow." Moody shook his head. "Gotta be faster than that. Wait for it to light up again, then do it."
Shaking her wrist out, Tonks hopped from one foot to the other as though warming up. Her eyes were on the golden band. When it lit up, her hand shot out much quicker. "Stupefy!"
That time, there was a crisp ding of a bell, and the light on the gold band pulsed a couple of times before going out.
"Again." Moody instructed. "Fifty more like that, then move the band up one slot. Then do another fifty. Do it until you lose ten times in a row, then stay on that slot until you win ten in a row. Then we'll do defense."
Surreptitiously, Daphne slipped near the chest of practice wands and watched Moody. Only when she saw his eye pointed a different direction did she take one of the wands and slide it carefully into her pocket underneath the cloak. That could come in handy.
For the next six hours, Daphne sat in the corner and watched as Moody instructed Tonks. When it was time for the auror-in-training to practice defense, much of the same things applied. The golden band would light up after a random interval and Tonks would have a very brief window to attempt to cast Protego before the band would either chime out her success, or make that dull gong noise of failure. The further up the band was positioned, the less time she had to use the defensive spell.
Unseen, safely hidden under the cloak, Daphne listened and learned while Moody instructed his real student. When he corrected Tonks's finger positions, Daphne took care to adjust her own. She followed his lead on the stance, the movement, and tried to follow everything else save for actually attempting to use the spells, though there were several that she made a mental note to practice later.
Finally, Tonks's training was done for the day, and the two left the room. Daphne followed after a moment, realizing that if she didn't get to the thing she'd actually come here for, she'd miss her ride back to the Dursley's.
Still, there was one stop that she had to make, her entire reason for coming here. As she walked down the seemingly endless corridors, Daphne kept an eye out for one specific sign. Finally, she found it. The door was labeled, 'Records'.
"About time." She muttered under her breath. Looking up and down the hall to ensure that she was alone, she used a quick unlock spell on the door and then slipped inside.
It was a massive room, much larger on the inside than it had appeared on the outside. Several quidditch games could have been played side by side in the space the room took up, and it was absolutely filled with row after row after row of filing cabinets.
"This could take awhile." Daphne muttered. She set to work with a sigh. Luckily, everything was filed alphabetically. Unluckily, it began with A, which meant that the Q's were clear down toward the other end. With a sigh, she started that way.
It took fifteen minutes for her to eventually reach and find the file for Quirinus Quirrell. The folder itself wasn't that thick. There were several inches of parchment on his birth and education, the fact that he had taken a job at Hogwarts originally as the Muggle Studies teacher and then in the previous year as the DADA instructor, and various other tidbits that she didn't have time to examine. There were also notes about his family members and previous places of note. Daphne simply took the whole folder.
Next, she looked for a file on Nicholas Flamel and his 'philosopher's stone', remembering both names from Granger's incessant ramblings on the subject in the last day and a half of her time at Hogwarts. This time, the file that she found was not merely a folder, but three entire filing cabinets.
"Umm, I can't carry all this out of here." Daphne decided, staring at the reams upon reams of information. Finally, she settled for skimming through it and taking the parts that seemed to correlate the most toward the actual stone itself.
Shoving those files under the cloak, she quickly made her way to the exit. It wasn't hard to wait for one of the other wizards to take the lift back to the lobby, then find an open floo and borrow a little powder to whisk herself away back to the Leaky Cauldron when no one was paying enough attention. Getting into the Ministry had been the tricky part. Getting out again was child's play.
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The rest of the summer passed that way. Daphne studied the files she had taken, and several days a week she would sneak back into the ministry behind Tonks and spend most of the day learning from Moody, even if he didn't know she was there. It wasn't nearly as good or informative as being his actual student where he could correct her mistakes, but simply sitting in on his training sessions with Tonks was a very useful experience.
At night she practiced with the duel-training wand out at the park, safely away from the Ministry's magic trace, and found that it was much harder than she initially assumed. For the first few nights, she used her real wand and yet she couldn't manage to make the stupefy spell work at all, let alone within the time limit of the training wand. Finally, after almost a week, she got it right and managed to make the red stunner lash out of her actual wand enough to move on to the timing part of the training.
Still, she failed repeatedly at even the lowest setting. Over and over again, for weeks, she failed to make the wand ding. Every single time, hour after hour, the training wand would simply give that dull gong of disapproval.
Making matters worse was the fact that she had received a reply back from Luna, indicating that they had not seen the journal, but would keep looking and let 'him' know.
So now the journal was missing completely, and Daphne couldn't manage to make the stupefy or protego spells work quickly enough to beat even the slowest, easiest setting on the training wand.
Which, she supposed, made sense. She was twelve. She wasn't even supposed to know either spell yet, let alone be able to cast them with enough speed to beat another duelist. Still, it annoyed her sense of competitiveness.
Over and over again, throughout the summer, Daphne practiced with the duel-training wand at night and sat in on Tonks's lessons with Moody during the day. Off and on she studied the files she had stolen from the Ministry, looking for any information about Quirrel or the stone that would help.
Harry's birthday came and went, and Daphne tried to respond to the letters that had come as best as she could. Some of the things mentioned within the letters she had no clue about, but she tried to talk her way around those subjects.
Finally, in mid-August, she managed to, for the first time, beat the training wand. As her hand lashed out and she called out the stunning spell, Daphne was almost shocked when the wand gave a pleasant ding rather than the gong she was so accustomed to.
For awhile, she only managed to make the wand ding successfully every fifth attempt. A few days later it was every fourth attempt. By the end of the next week, it was every third attempt. Then every other attempt. Eventually, by the time the end of August came, she was managing to make the spell go off first nearly (though not completely) every time. Granted, it was still on the lowest setting and if she moved the band up at all she ended up losing as fast as, well, a twelve year old facing actual duelists would. Still, she felt vastly improved from her pitiful showing at the beginning of the summer.
Then it was August 30th. The Hogwarts Express would be leaving the next day, and Daphne had spent most of the evening preparing the potion that would fix Diddykins. She wouldn't give it to them until the next day, preferring to make them sweat it out, but she wanted to be ready to leave.
Going upstairs to the room that had been hers all summer, Daphne stopped short at the brown bag sitting innocuously on the bed. She frowned, looking toward the owl in her cage. "Where did that come from?"
Hedwig just gave a hoot of disinterest, and Daphne approached the bag. Poking it with her wand, she slowly opened it up and found book and a note. The book was titled, 'Introduction To Magical Laws, Duels, And How To Survive Both.'
The note, meanwhile, was written in narrow, tight script.
Mr. Potter, I thought that since the summer was nearly over and thus our training time would be coming to an end, that you might appreciate a book in my stead. I've taken the liberty of returning your borrowed files to their proper place, but you can keep the training wand. Keep up the work, but next time you want to learn how to fight, just ask.
Alastor Moody.
PS: Just because someone can't see you doesn't mean they're stupid, boy.
All Daphne could do was gape.
NOTE: To head off any complaints, I should point to my earlier disclaimer note where I explained my disagreement with Moody's eye being able to see through Harry's cloak. I honestly believe that Rowling had not yet decided on just how important and legendary that cloak actually was when she had Fake-Moody see through it in the books. To that end, I am changing it so that nothing can see through that particular cloak, period. It's supposedly able to hide the wearer from Death himself. A magical eye has nothing on it. And in any case, Moody clearly figured it out anyway. ;)