The Adventures of Haylie Potter

Chapter 5: Not Alastor Moody (Year 4)

Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Haylie Potter.' The voice of Alastor Moody haunted her.

Haylie was very confused. How could this man even be the old Alastor Moody that Dumbledore once knew? He was going to kill her, right on the school grounds! She began panicking when suddenly, the door burst open from red magic and Dumbledore's yell of the disarming chant. Immediately, Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore ran into the room where the fake Moody was at. Quickly, Dumbledore grabbed him roughly by the side of his neck with Severus Snape holding a bottle of what appeared to be the potion that Snape threatened Haylie with if she ever lied to him again.

"Severus," Dumbledore said. Taking his cue, the potion's master poured the contents within the bottle into the imposter's stomach.

"That's it, take it. -Do you know who I am?"

"Albus Dumbledore," he sputtered out.

"Are you Alastor Moody? Are you?" Dumbledore demanded.

"No," Fake Moody said.

"Is he in this room? Is he in this room?" Dumbledore shouted.

The imposter gestured to the chest that lie there. It was also the same one that Haylie was standing at.

"Haylie, away from there!" Dumbledore shouted at the fourteen-year-old.

Immediately, she ran away from the chest without hesitation behind McGonagall. With a flick of his wand, Snape opened the chest with at least several other chests from within. The quartet peered down to see Alastor Moody, the real one with clothes and no eye. All he had was an eye patch with white undergarments on his back.

"You all right, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked him.

Alastor Moody looked up.

"I'm sorry, Albus," Moody said.

"That's Moody, but then who's that?" Haylie asked.

Snape, who had Moody's vile, smelt the insides of the bottle, smelling the similar scent of Polyjuice potion.

"Polyjuice Potion," Severus said.

"Now we know who's been stealing from your stores, Severus," Dumbledore said, looking down back at the real Moody. "We'll get you up in a minute."

Suddenly, Haylie screamed and started to try to get out of his grasp. Haylie had recognized him as the man of her nightmares when the other professors weren't looking and noticed him as Barty Crouch, Jr. when he shortly transformed back into his true self. Dumbledore pried him off of Haylie and pushed the girl behind him.

"Barty Crouch Junior," Dumbledore said, remembering the familiar face from so long ago.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Crouch, Jr. said, showing his arm and the tattoo was moving.

"Your arm, Haylie," Dumbledore said. He roughly grabbed her by her wounded arm aligning it with Barty Crouch Junior's, causing Haylie to gasp in pain.

"You know what this means, don't you?" he said.

"He's back." Crouch, Jr. said with an evil smile. "Lord Voldemort has returned."

"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it," Haylie gasped with tears.

"Send an owl to Azkaban," Dumbledore said as he released Haylie's injured arm. "I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner."

"I'll be welcomed back like a hero," Crouch Jr. gloated.

"Perhaps." Dumbledore said. "Personally, I've never had much time for heroes."

He gently guided Haylie out of the room with Professor McGonnagall following behind them. Meanwhile, Snape put his black wand on his former accomplice's cheek and staired at him with disgust.