monophobia • harry potter³ [UNEDITED]

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. ginny weasley

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       NYX HAD NEVER FELT THIS AWKWARD BEFORE IN HER LIFE. The second she walked into Professor Moody's office she was hit with a wave of unease. The deformed man was sitting at his desk, a cup of warm tea sitting at an open seat across from him. His two eyes (normal and magical) followed her every move closely. Nyx was just looking for a way to have this conversation be quick and meaningless. 

"Um, Professor? I'm honestly fine —" 

"Tea, Riddle?" Professor Moody completely ignored her, as he poured more tea into the teacup across from him. 

Nyx frowned but decided to sit down and quietly accept the offer.

The room was still. Nyx raised the teacup to her lips and blew onto the hot leaf-juice softly before drinking from it. Professor Moody didn't say a word. Instead, he just sat there across from her watching, observing her every blink, breath, and twitch. Having him watching her so closely made Nyx feel uncomfortable, especially with it being so silent. She shifted in her seat, and then Professor Moody spoke up.

"What's your excuse?" asked Moody.

"Sorry, sir?" said Nyx, pausing from drinking her tea. But the man went silent, observing her again. So Nyx stiffly went back to drinking as her eyes held visible confusion. This entire conversation was making her feel anxious, and he hadn't blinked once.

"Today's lesson. Longbottom's got his reasons, so what's yours? What's got you so bothered? Don't tell me it's got something to do with Voldemort?"

Nyx choked on the tea. She coughed loudly and aggressively, as she quickly put down her teacup and started hitting her chest. When her fit was over she looked up at an utterly unphased Professor Moody.

Did he know? She wondered while looking at him. It felt as though he did, even though he hadn't outwardly said it. It would make sense though, he was an Auror after all, and he's close with Dumbledore. 

Nyx blinked, clearing her throat as she sat up. 

"Um, w-what do you mean by that Professor? Do you know about—" 

"You being Voldemort's daughter? 'Course I know, I know a lot of things, Nyx," he said, his magical twitching unnaturally, "I put many Death Eaters away in my day, many of which were apart of Voldemort's inner circle. Some of them revealed information to us while trying to avoid being sent to Azkaban, told the Ministry of your existence. But 'course no one could find you because—"

"— because of my mother's protection spell," Nyx finished for him softly, and the man nodded. 

"Since we couldn't find you, their words weren't believed... that is until a few years ago when you were discovered to have been living at a quiet little orphanage right here under our noses. Gave the Ministry of field day! You were considered to be top secret, only very few were to be informed of your existence. There were constant meetings and debates about whether or not you should learn about your heritage, whether or not you should be allowed to attend Hogwarts — Which is why you didn't get your letter at eleven years old, they didn't want to run the risk of creating another —"