Chapter 59.6- Doom Days

Her hair shifted from the bubblegum pink it had been the last time he’d seen her— and what a time it had been— to a bright red as Moody grabbed on to her and began to pull her in their direction. The ushers tried following after them, but the aversion ward had them all turning around in a matter of seconds. Moody kept going because of course he did. He was fucking Alastor Moody. Now, the entire table was looking at him and the young girl as he led her over.

And based on the commotion they had caused, the rest of the banquet was looking over at them, and by extension their table as they came over.

“Moody. It’s a surprise to see you here.” Harry spoke first, taking the words right out of Sirius’ mouth.

“Must be, huh. We’ve got some questions for you, Potter” He said.

“You do, do you? What about?” Harry asked instead, smirking at the most famous dark wizard catcher the world had ever seen.

“Dudley Dursley, Dernis Bergkamp, Gordon Ramsay, and Piers Polkiss.” Moody read out.

“And are those names supposed to mean anything to me?”

“At least one of them does. It’s your cousin.”

“What about him? Did he find some wizard to torment. I assure you I haven’t seen the fat turd in…”

“He’s dead”

“Oh?”

“So are his parents in case you were wondering”

“How...unfortunate.” Nothing about Harry’s tone made it seem like he found their deaths even slightly worrisome.

“That’s not a very good reaction, Potter” Moody said, his false eye focusing straight ahead, pinning Harry to his seat. Sirius knew that look. The false eye often roamed like it had a mind of its own, but when it focused on one target, then you knew Moody wasn’t joking around.

“You can’t expect me to be very sad for them. The Dursleys were terrible people. The worst kind of muggles. If they met their ends, then the world is all the better for it.”

“Sounds like something someone would say after killing them” Moody said.

“I assume it happened sometime recently. I would have heard of it if it happened back when I’d been in Hogwarts. I haven’t stepped a foot in magical Britain since then. I know the ministry has ways of checking, so don’t waste my time with the faux suspicion, Auror Moody.” Moody scoffed, eyes still locked with Harry’s before he finally said.

“We need information. You’re the only lead we have” Nymphadora cut in. Sirius noted how she studiously avoided looking at him. Good. It hurt, but a vindictive part of his mind could not forget little Nympha had pointed her wand at him and demanded he get out.

“If someone magical is killing the Dursleys and those particular names, then it’s probably got something to do with me. Maybe they have the very false idea that I care either way for them” Harry said, not needing to say the name they were all thinking about.

“Not that. We want something concrete. Not whatever ludicrous assertion you and the Headmaster are concocting”

“Oh. Didn’t take you for a skeptic. What’s the name? Hold on… Metamorphmagus? Nymphadora Tonks if I’m not mistaken”

“How do you know my name?”

“If you want something concrete, then I’ll give you the name you didn’t mention— Malcolm Gladwell. If anyone is going after that group, then he’s the next target. I’d hurry if I were you, it doesn’t feel like you have much time.” Harry said.