Written using the Alastor Moody prompt for the Houses Competition
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Flashing lights burned into his dreams in green, red, and gold. The curses swam behind his eyes; death eaters, unfaithful companions turned to the other side, and the Dark Lord himself. Fear ripped through him in every waking and sleeping hour, the restless, piercing blue eye seeing all.
He was right to be anxious. Never fearful. Constant Vigilance was necessary.
A clattering woke him that night, something toppling over the bins outside. An intruder. It wouldn't be the first in the years following his retirement. Foolish, they were.
He stood slowly to contest them.
Everything went red, and then black.
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Ta!
