The Muggle Who Did Something: A marauders era fanfiction

Chapter 6: Late Night Conversation

"Seems to me you left out alot of details there, lads."

Alastor Moody stood imposingly in the doorway. He easily filled the space, water was already pooling underfoot from his soaked trench coat. He stared down at the crew before him, face untelling to the thoughts he had within. It was easy to see why he was such a revered Auror.

"Moody!" A chorus of men's voices sounded.

"That's 'Sir' to you lot, now back to this muggle." Alastor Moody quickly made his way to the table, his wooden limb scraping slightly against the floor as he moved. The man was still getting used to it after all.

"Nothing to worry about, Sir." Sirius answered the man quickly, addressing him properly. This was one of the few men he actually respected afterall.

"She didn't see a thing. Even assumed she was just hearing something called a 'firecracker'." James added his response quickly, knowing his superior didn't take well to his time being 'wasted'. Something about 'evil to be caught' and 'not waiting around to do it'.

"Hmm..." Moody eyed his young men with open suspicion. "So you cleaned up properly?"

"More or Less..." James tried, knowing a full out lie would be caught instantly. "We were in a rush."

Moody glared down on the two young Aurors, his magic eye spinning wildly. He reached out and grabbed the un-touched cup of tea sitting in front of Peter, causing the boy to flinch. With a wave of his staff the contents vanished and it filled with some unknown liquid. Alastor sipped the contents, still having not taken his eyes away from James and Sirius.

"You'll go back after your suspension and make sure then. We don't need a muggle getting in the way, now do we?" He set the cup down on the table before continuing. "Two days each, and a full report on the matter after you go back!"

The two Aurors internally groaned, knowing that doing it outwardly was asking for something worse.

James frowned. Cynthia had helped them, no doubt. But she was just a muggle. A weird one perhaps, but he hadn't known many other muggles to compare her to. She was secretive, and was obviously hiding something, but so were they. The more he thought about it the more he knew she wouldn't say more than she already had. Going back wasn't going to do anything except waste the time that they could be working on something else. Something important, like stopping this war. It wasn't like a single muggle woman would help with that.

James' inner grumblings were halted as the conversation around him moved on.

"Order members being attacked is very concerning." It was Remus who spoke next, eyes staring off into space as he considered what this might mean for the future. He completely ignored the 'punishment' his friends had received, as he had learned to do back during their last year of Hogwarts. Instead he continued on, "We'll need to bring this up at the next meeting, or sooner if possible."

"Yes, should do." Alastor agreed with a nod, he always seemed to like Remus forward thinking.

"Perhaps a patronus would be wise?" Sirius looked towards the elder Order member questioningly.

"I'll speak to Dumbledoor 'bout it and see what he has to say." The head Auror set the cup down, crossed his arms and closed his one good eye. The sight of the free spinning magical item made Peter shrivel as if it could read his mind. Moody simply continued.

"Hmmmm, honestly they should all know better by now. This isn't some school quidditch match. Warned everyone often enough. This is why I'm always saying..."

"Constant Vigilance." Sirius and James spoke in unison. Peter jumped slightly at the sudden sound from his friends. Remus held his tongue as a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.