The Lost Witch | Fred Weasley

CHAPTER TWO

After doing the rounds of hellos and explanations, which was minimal if you ask me, Moody sent me off to pack.

Nym stayed upstairs to help pack, emptying my drawers.

Literally emptying them.

She seemed to know a bit more about this assignment than me, because she seemed to be packing everything that I owned.

"Nym, mind telling me how long I'll be gone, or maybe where I'm going?" I asked her as I arrived upstairs with my toiletries.

"Sorry, no can do. Where's your suitcase?" She looked up just for a second, long enough to see me point towards my built-in cupboard on the right-hand-side of my bed.

Nym then waved her wand, opened my cupboard door and floated out my suitcase set.

"Okay seriously, where am I going?!" I shouted down to Moody. "Today, London. Later on, undecided," was the response I got.

To be honest, that was more information than I had expected to get, so I couldn't complain. But then, "Wait, we're already in London! How does that narrow it down?!"

No response to that one, of course.

Andromeda wrote to me a few days ago asking me if I was safe. She didn't like the idea of me living in London on my own now that Lord Voldemort was at large again, so she offered me my old room back at their house. I would forever be grateful for all the help that they had given me over the years, but I would definitely choose to stay on my own here.

I was used to being on my own. I much preferred it to my previous life where nothing you did went unnoticed or unjudged.

Seeing as it was not my choice anymore and Moody was shipping me off, I figured I should send her an owl telling her Moody needed me for a job and that I wouldn't be staying on my own for the foreseeable future.

By the way Nym was packing, maybe never again. I wrote that I wouldn't be on my own for the next few weeks, so she didn't have to worry.

I didn't mention Alastor, Nym or anything that could be dangerous information in the wrong person's hands. I went to my open window and my owl, Hound, was sitting on the roof, eating a dead mouse.

I got his attention and handed him the letter. He knew where to fly because the only people I sent letters to were the Tonks'. He finished his disgusting meal and then he was off.

Way back when, when Moody was training Nym, she had told him about her adopted sister at home.

He got curious and wanted to meet me, and that was when we came to the arrangement.

He would help me with my training, and I would be there to help him with jobs he couldn't do himself. So, I officially worked for Moody. Not the Auror's, or the Ministry, but Moody personally. I owed him after all. He taught me almost everything I know.

He could never make me an official Auror, though. You could say it was because I never finished my school studies.

Which was mostly true. But even if I was never going to get the title, Mad-Eye made sure I went through the same training. Giving me the skills to protect myself in any situation.

Nym and I had always been close, ever since we were in school together and it was safe to say we got bored very easily when we were scheming together. Moody had a nightmare training us, and eventually he decided he would train us individually as he told me that I had a 'disruptive personality'.

Good ole' Moody.

But, after all that, I did complete my Auror training, even if I wasn't one officially. Nym made it before me, of course, that damn overachiever.