Chapter 32 - Night Dilemma (2/2)
Back at one of Moody's safehouses, Alastor motions them to take a seat as he casts a spell of concealment in case of any listeners. Seeing Auror Moody so paranoid, the Gideon and Fabian stare at each other with worry. It couldn't be that Auror Moody finally lost it, due to his great paranoia, could it?
Finally, Alastor takes a seat before them and gruffly says, ”I'd offer you a meal, but I don't have any food here.”
”We're fine,” Fabian politely declined. Alastor grunts and furrows his brow as if choosing his words. After a long lapse of silence, Fabian and Gideon eye each other with worry as they fear their worst fears are realized. Alastor Moody had finally lost his marbles.
Clearing his throat finally, Alastor slowly says, ”What if I told you, that in a few years' time, we will be facing the greatest war the wizarding world has ever seen?”
”I'd say you've gone mad,” Gideon fearlessly retorted. ”Unless you've spoken to a seer.”
”And if I did, what if I told you that it started all with one man, who is barely on the Ministry of Magic's radar?” Alastor grumbled.
”Then I'd ask that you tell us more,” Fabian quickly interjected.
Alastor takes a list of names and shows it to them. ”All those on this list are individuals who have associated themselves with a man called, Tom Riddle. A former student of Hogwarts and now is a dark wizard threatening to destroy the world as we all know it,” Alastor frankly said.
Gideon lets out a whistle at few of the names on the list but most especially at the ones belonging to higher ranks. ”What is all of this?” Fabian gloomily said as he read the list.
”Traitors,” Alastor quietly said. ”A farseer requested for my aid and granted me these names. At first, I thought she was mad, but I reluctantly went and confirmed the truth with my very own eyes. They are all traitors, or should I say, Death Eaters.”
”Death Eaters?” Gideon asked.
”That is what they call themselves, Death Eaters, the dark army of -,” Alastor abruptly halts and says, ”Someone's here!”
Instantly, Gideon and Fabian reach for their wands as Alastor. The unknown hooded figure in the shadows watches the house from the quiet shadows. ”It's not safe here,” Alastor whispered. ”Do you both recall the contents of the list?”
Gideon and Fabian mutely nod as Alastor destroyed the list with a flicker of his wand into dust, before carefully shoving the dust into his pocket. ”Go!” Alastor said as the two apparated away before Moody swiftly did the same. Eventually, the hooded figure would depart but not until morning at failing to see anyone exiting or entering the house.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the darkness of a forest, a hooded figure stared up at the sky. ”Dark Lord is there something wrong?” A tall dark-haired woman asked.
A man with deathly pale skin tilts his face upward to reveal a waxy face with sharp cheekbones that have yet to turn into skull-like features of the future. The snake-like slits for nostrils have yet to appear, but his nose does appear to be less sharp than before. And thou still lacking snake-like pupils, the blood-red eyes of the future are already present. Dark long hair faintly hangs across Lord Voldemort's tall, slim shoulders as he frowns. ”Something is wrong,” Lord Voldemort icily remarked.
”Milord, we have already sent someone to check for tails, but there are none,” the tall woman replied. The woman has long, silky midnight colored hair, thin lips, dark, heavy-lidded eyes, and a strong jaw. A strong confident beauty, Bellatrix Lestrange. Bellatrix is still as beautiful as ever and not yet the ruined gaunt woman of the future, after her stint in Azkaban.
Lord Voldemort pressed his lips together as if thought, before saying, ”Push the date of our plans forward.” The Death Eaters cheer in excitement as they follow Lord Voldemort into the shadows. And thusly so, once more the cogs of fate have begun to turn.