Aurora Lupin-Black

Chapter 12: Moody's Office ✔✔

It all happend so quickly, one minute I was watching my boyfriend's heart broken crys as Dumbledore tried to comfort him, the next I was being dragged away by Moody.

I could hear the cries of Amos Diggory, as he ran to his son, Harry being pulled away, again by Moody.

Moody pulled Harry over to where I stood and I immidiatly wrapped him in a hug. One I was sure he needed as his head buried into my neck and he cried.

"Come you two, let's move you away from the crowd." Moody insisted, grabbing ahold of my arm and pulling me with him, Harry gripped tightly onto my hand.

Moody lead us into the school and to his office, assuring us that Dumbledore knew where we were and would arrive shortly to speak with Harry.

Once he had calmed down of course.

But as Moody locked the door, I felt my stomach drop.

Something wasn't right.

I followed as Moody pulled Harry further into the room and sat him down, by the fire place.

I stayed quiet as I watched the scene play out, trying my best to figure out why I had such a bad feeling about this.

I trusted Moody, he was the best DADA teacher we've had, well, other than Remus of couse, but he was very close second.

I liked Moody, he tought us real stuff, stuff we would need to know now that Voldemort was back.

"Are you all right, Potter?" Moody's voice asked, pulling me from my thoughts. "Does it hurt? That?"

I looked down to see Harry's arm was bleeding, probably cut it in his run in with Voldemort.

"Not so much now." Harry spoke, his voice hourse and gravely, probably from the crying and screaming.

"Perhaps I'd better take a look at it." Moody insisted, looking down at the gash on Harry's arm.

"The cup, was a portkey. Someone had bewitched it."

That wasn't possable, the only person to touch that cup was...

"OH NO!" I gasped, my eyes frozen on Moody who had ignored me.

"What was he like?" Moody whispered.

"Who?"

"The Dark Lord..." He whispered as he squeezed Harry's arm, coursing him to hiss in pain. "What was it like to stand in his presence."

"I... I don't know." Harry muttered, looking over at me, my eyes still locked on Moody who was standing too close to me for comfort.

As Harry spoke, explaining his experiance, I watched as Moody began to shake, seemingly in pain.

His hands shaking, looking as if it were morphing into something else. He tried to take a sip from his flask but soon realised it was empty, so he began searching for more, until he took in a sharp breath and spoke again.

"Were there others, at the graveyard, were there others?"

Harry began to stutter but the stopped as realisation hit him.

"Harry didn't metion a graveyard Professor." I finally spoke up, my eyes trailing after Moody as he stepped back into view... a whole new demeaner to him.

"Marvellous creatures, dragons, aren't they?" he spoke, looking at Harry, a strange look in his eyes. "Did you think that miserable oaf would've led you into the woods, if I hadn't suggested it?" He asked as he kept up his searching, looking through a cabinet, not to far from where I stood.

"Do you think Cedric Diggory would have told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Did you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him straight to it?"

"It was you, from the begining, you put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire." I guessed, making him turned to me.

"You bewitched Krum..." Harry added, but I continued.

"But you..."

"But... But..." Moody cut me off, glaring at me, although when he spoke ut was directed to Harry, his eyes still on me.

"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." He then tuned back to Harry and rushed over grabbing his arm and holding it tightly.

"The blood that runs through your veins runs within the Dark Lord." He then walked off, closer to me, as his face bagan... melting.

"Imagine how he will reward me, when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter.

"Then why is Rory here, why did you have to bring her here." Harry yelled as he stood up but stopped as Moody pulled his wand and aimed it at me,

"Becasue Potter, she would have pieced it all together. She's quite the witch. It's the Black blood that runs through her veins that make her so. " His eyes bore on to me as I began to breath heavier as he slowly got closer.

"So you brought her here to kill her?" Harry guessed, shooting me a worried look.

"She can't die. No, no it would be too suspitions but if by chance she comes up here to find you, only to find your lifeless body instead, the pain and the heart break courses her to go mad." Moody spoke as he looked back at Harry, then at me.

"How... how will I go mad? What will you do to me?" I asked.

"The same thing we did to the Longbottons 13 years ago. The crusiatus curse." The Professor smirked.

"NO!" Harry yelled as Moody grinned evily.

"CRUCIO!" Moody yelled out.

A flash came from the end of his wand and I suddenly felt pain like never before.

It was like a thousand white hot knives dug into every surface of my body. Every organ felt as if it were about to explain and every bone in my body felt as if it was breaking.
And it all felt as if it was happening simultaneously.

I let out an ear piercing scream, unable to hold it in as I writhed on the floor, my eyes shut tightly, my heart beating erratically at the pain.

After what felt like forever, the pain stopped. But my body was still on fire.

Then it hit again.

And again.

And again.

All the while Harry was screaming and yelling my name.

After... who knows how many times of being hit Iwasn't sure ofnwhat was happening anymore.

But I heard a crash and then I heard fast steps run towards me. I wanted to look. To see who it was running towards me, hoping it wasn't Moody, but I just couldn't find the strength to open my eyes.

"Rory, Baby, are you OK, talk to me?" Harry's panicked voice called as I clenched every muscle in my body, still writhing in pain.

"Harry, we must take her to the Hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey can take care of her. Then go, find Sirius and tell him what happened and where she is." I heard Dumbledore's voice order.

"You'll be OK Rory, I love you." I heard Harry whisper in my ear and the last thing I felt was a kiss on my forehead before I blacked out.