His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

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"It was you from the beginning," Harry whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. "You put my name in the Goblet of Fire. You bewitched Krum. But... why?"

Moody's face contorted into a mocking sneer, and he made exaggerated sobbing noises, openly mocking Harry's fear and confusion. "You won because I made it so, Potter. You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done. The blood that runs through these veins runs within the Dark Lord. Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have, once and for all, silenced the great Harry Potter."

As the full extent of the betrayal sank in, Harry felt a wave of nausea. But before he could react, a sudden burst of magic erupted through the room, hurling Moody into the wall with a bone-crunching thud. The door flew open, and Dumbledore, McGonagall, Severus, and Rosabelle stormed in, their faces etched with fury.

Rosabelle's wand was raised, her eyes blazing with an anger rarely seen, while Severus and Dumbledore flanked him, their expressions equally fierce.

"Severus," Dumbledore commanded sharply.

Severus moved quickly, drawing a vial of Veritaserum from his robes and administering it to the man who still wore Moody's face. The imposter's body convulsed, the manic glee in his eyes turning to something more sinister as the truth serum took hold.

"Do you know who I am?" Dumbledore demanded, his voice icy and controlled.

The man's sneer faltered as the Veritaserum forced the truth from his lips. "Albus Dumbledore," he spat.

"Are you Alastor Moody? Are you?" Dumbledore pressed, his tone edged with cold fury.

"No," the man replied through gritted teeth, the admission dragged out of him.

Dumbledore's piercing gaze didn't waver. "Is he in this room?"

A jerky nod was the only response, confirming their worst fears.

"Harry, get away from there!" Dumbledore ordered, his voice laced with urgency.

Harry stumbled back with McGonagall's help as Dumbledore approached a large chest in the corner of the room. Dumbledore opened the chest, revealing a series of smaller chests inside. As he reached the final, smallest chest, he lifted the lid to reveal a pit within, holding the real Alastor Moody, frail and huddled, barely a shadow of his former self.

"Are you alright, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked, his voice softening with concern.

"I'm sorry, Albus," Moody croaked, his voice filled with shame and exhaustion.

Harry's mind was reeling. "That's Moody," he murmured, staring at the broken man in the pit. "But then who's...?"

Dumbledore held up one of the imposter's bottles, the grim truth becoming chillingly clear. Severus stepped forward, his face set in grim lines.

"Polyjuice Potion," Severus said quietly, his voice laced with disgust. "He's been using it all year."

Dumbledore's expression darkened further as he nodded. "Now we know who's been stealing it from your stores, Severus."