Chapter 17 - Alastor Moody (2/2)
”That I am,” Alastor sheepishly replied. ”So, what can you tell me?”
”Not just ordinary wizards, but the Ministry of Magic itself will eventually become corrupted including the Department of Mysteries,” Rowan flatly said causing Alastor Moody to choke.
Before Alastor Moody can protest Rowan lifts up her hand and says, ”I can tell you that at least one unspeakable is already following him, Augustus Rockwood. I need you to keep an eye on him and stop his destruction of the Ministry of Magic. And so, before that tragic day comes, Alastor Moody, you must eliminate Rockwood at all cost.”
Alastor swears at hearing the name in recognition. ”Impossible!” Alastor growled as he falls back into his seat and gulps down his hot tea in a single gulp.
”I don't need you to believe me, I just need you to watch and act if need be,” Rowan matter-of-factly stated.
Alastor trembles as he finds his mouth is suddenly dry and reaches for his cup of tea to only find it empty. Rowan quickly pours another cup for Alastor as he gulps the tea still piping hot down. Taking a breath, Alastor warily says, ”Say, I do believe you for the moment. What else can you tell me?”
”A global event, mass panic of deaths of wizards and muggles,” Rowan deadpanned.
Alastor furrows his brows and says, ”Are we looking at a world-class event not seen in since Grindelwald?”
”Yes,” Rowan matter-of-factly stated.
Alastor rubs his face and says, ”Alright, what else?”
”I can give you a list of those who I am certain who've already surely fallen into his grasp.” Rowan hands Alastor a tiny list and says, ”Memorize it and then burn it. And should you ever have the opportunity, Alastor Moody, kill him, don't even hesitate, because he surely won't.”
Alastor quickly memorizes the list as his eyes narrow as Alastor asks, ”Who else knows about this?”
”You and me,” Rowan truthfully replied as Alastor burns the list before her. ”Trust no one, Auror Moody, I mean it. I only gave you the names of those that committed the worst atrocities and that is by no means all of them as the future is still being written and may very well still change.”
Pursing his lips, Alastor frowns and finally says, ”We need to perform a Fidelilus Charm. Should anything happen to me, I cannot allow for any of this to be traced back to you.”
”Not yet,” Rowan quietly replied. Not out of fear, but rather, Rowan knew that the time was not yet ripe as Alastor did not wholly trust her yet. And thusly also the reason for not mentioning the Horcrux's as she knew that Alastor Moody though a strong Occlumens was no match for Albus Dumbledore nor Tom Riddle.
The two of them are silent for some time until Alastor finally says, ”Tis best I get going it's getting late.”
Rowan gets up to escort him out, but suddenly says, ”I almost forgot.” Alastor hastily turns as Rowan gravely says, ”And Auror Moody never use his dark wizard name always call him, Tom Riddle for that is his true wizard name, the name which he was born under.” Seeing the hesitation in Alastor's eyes, Rowan quickly adds, ”That man can sense those who use that dark name of his.”
Alastor quickly memorizes the important tidbit's, before being seeing himself out of the house. Before Alastor can apparate away, Reginald Prince emerges stealthily from behind him without a sound causing the trained Auror to flush in embarrassment. With a steely look on his face, Reginald says, ”Is there something I should be concerned about Alastor Moody?” Reginald had his own suspicions', but he needed someone else to confirm them for him.
Alastor is quiet for a moment, before honestly answering, ”I'm not at liberty to say, but protect your family and especially that girl of yours. More than you possibly know may hang on her continued existence.”
Reginald furrows his brows and says, ”I will see to it that it is done.” Alastor Moody nods, before swiftly apparating away leaving Reginald solemnly staring into the distance, before heading back inside.
Sirsa catches her husband in the hallway and rather disappointed asks, ”Has Alastor Moody already left?”
Reginald coldly brushes past Sirsa without a word as Georgine mutters, ”Lord, what has gotten into that man?”
Sirsa is stunned at recognizing that steely gait of the past. ”Just leave him be, he will be alright in a day,” Sirsa quietly said, before heading off to her parlor room. And thusly so, for the first time in centuries, the Prince's manor's stronger defenses went up. The full warding's had yet to go up, but time would prove otherwise.