Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

The Truth

Moody: The Dark Lord didn't manage to kill you, Potter, and he so wanted to.  Imagine how he will reward me when he finds I have done it for him.  I gave you to him, the thing he needed above all to regenerate... and then I killed you for him.  I will be honored beyond all other Death Eaters.  I will be his dearest, his closest supporter, closer than a son...

Moody's normal eye was bulging, the magical eye fixed upon Harry.  The door was barred, and Harry knew he would never reach his own wand in time,

Moody: The Dark Lord and I have much in common.  Both of us, for instance, had very disappointing fathers... very disappointing indeed.  Both of us suffered the indignity, Harry, of being named after those fathers.  And both of us had the pleasure, the very great pleasure, of killing our fathers to ensure the continued rise of the Dark Order!

Harry: You're mad!

Moody: Mad, am I?  We'll see!  We'll see who's mad, now that the Dark Lord has returned, with me at his side!  He is back, Harry Potter, you did not conquer him... and now, I conquer you!

Moody raised his wand, he opened his mouth.  Harry plunged his own hand into his robes, but he was too late.  There was a great splintering and crashing, the door of Moody's office was blasted apart.  Then, a fist crashed into Moody's jaw.  There was a flash of strange black and red light, and Moody went tumbling into the wall, unconscious.

YN: Harry... thank god.

Harry, still staring at the place where Moody's face had been, turned to see YN standing over him, still covered in his own blood.  Even his stark white hair was stained red in places.  Albus Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall rushing into the room moments later.  At that moment, Harry fully understood for the first time why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared.  The look upon Dumbledore's face as he stared down at the unconscious form of Mad-Eye Moody was more terrible than Harry could have ever imagined.  There was no benign smile upon Dumbledore's face, no twinkle in the eyes behind the spectacles.  There was cold fury in every line of the ancient face.  A sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he were giving off burning heat.  He placed a foot underneath Moody's unconscious body and kicked him over onto his back, so that his face was visible.  Snape followed him, and Professor McGonagall went straight to Harry.

McGonagall: Come along, Harry, YN.  We must get you both to the hospital wing-

Dumbledore: No.

McGonagall: Dumbledore, they ought to... look at them, they've both been through enough tonight-

Dumbledore: They will stay, Minerva, because they need to understand.  Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.  They need to know who has put them through the ordeal they have suffered tonight, and why.

Harry: Moody.

He was still in a state of complete disbelief.

Harry: How can it have been Moody?

YN: That's not Alastor Moody.

Everyone turned to me.

YN: He's changed his appearance, either through very complex Transfiguration or Polyjuice Potion.  I knew as soon as I'd woken up, the real Moody would never have taken you from Dumbledore's sight after what happened.

Dumbledore bent down over Moody's limp form and put a hand inside his robes.  He pulled out Moody's hip flask and a set of keys on a ring.  Then he turned to Professors McGonagall and Snape.

Dumbledore: Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the house-elf called Winky.  Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrid's house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch.  Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here.