YES FIRST ONE IN!! HAHAHA!
Title: Friendship is Full of Surprises
Author:
just_mihi
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 938
Pairing, if applicable: Moody and Dumbledore (DON'T WORRY! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!)
Rating: Oh Barely PG (I think)
Notes: So, I'll assume everyone knows Harry Potter (if not, where the hell have you been living!?!). This is set during the first war against Voldemort. It's the two FRIENDS Alastor Moody and Albus Percivel Wilfred Brian Dumbledore who are two of the main anti-Voldemort people. And just by the way, THEY ROCK!!
It was a completely unremarkable night; only distinguishable from any of the others because for once the barricade of cloud had parted slightly to reveal a few determined stars. Dumbledore looked up fondly as he swept towards the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, glad to see that at least a glimmer of hope still remained in the heavens. He certainly couldn't see any hope in the deserted streets around him. Everybody else, he saw, had bolted their doors, shuttered their windows and snuffed out their lights. They kept their heads down and their noses firmly in their own business. But of course, Dumbledore reasoned, this was only because they were frightened. The constant terror that reigned Britain at the moment kept them down-trodden; people were even afraid to stop for a friendly exchange of words these days. Dumbledore's face darkened as he considered the cause for the present atmosphere. The Death Eaters had a lot to answer for, far beyond the death and torture they committed with alarming regularity. People were missing out on life. Parents were too scared to let their children go to school; Witches and Wizards walked around with their eyes fixed on the cobble stones for fear of catching someone's eye in the wrong way; London's magical nightlife had ground to a permanent halt and even the Muggle prostitutes stayed indoors these days. Everyone was terrified of being "Next".
Well, almost everyone. Dumbledore was one exception and he knew of many others, people ready to defy this general plunge into inactive terror. And indeed he was on his way to meet one of them that very evening. Some said Alastor Moody relished the chance to flex his paranoid muscles, barking 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' at every available opportunity, but Albus knew that underneath it all Moody was a soft heart. It pained him almost as much as it pained Dumbledore to see England suffering like this. He and Dumbledore were forced to meet at the dead of night because Moody spent every waking hour attempting to catch the Death Eaters responsible for the daily tragedies.
The Ministry Atrium was completely empty when Dumbledore finally made it through the security at the entrance. The night guards were not amused at being stirred from their game of Exploding snap. At the elevators, Albus was forced to wait a full ten minutes for the lift to rouse itself from a lazy doze and by the time he reached, "Level Two; Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including Auror Head Offices and Wizengamot Administration Services.", he was almost fifteen minutes late. Dumbledore swept along the corridor, keeping his wand bare millimetres from his right hand (Alastor's paranoia always seemed to infect Dumbledore as he grew closer to him). A few lights twinkled in isolated cubicles of the Auror Headquarters, indicating that in the current climate of surpressed panic, Moody wasn't the only one working late. Dumbledore received a few bleary nods from Aurors Shacklebolt and Longbottom as he passed, but at that hour he was unlikely to receive anything more. Both men looked dead on their feet.
Oddly Moody's office door stood slightly ajar. With a prudent amount of caution (for Alastor had been known to jinx first and ask questions later when a person entered unannounced) Dumbledore pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was a chaos of wanted posters and criminal profiles. Numerous Dark Detectors lined every available surface and a large ungainly Foe Glass decorated the wall directly behind Moody's desk. The man himself was sitting in an armchair in front of his own desk, reading something. Quietly, not wishing to startle Moody into any offensive action, Dumbledore moved forward trying to see what it was his friend was staring at with such intensity. A murder report perhaps? Or some Auror's report from the field?
Well, thought Dumbledore as a shift in Moody's posture cast a glow onto the front cover, that certainly wasn't work related. Alastor was making progress.
"Alastor," Dumbledore said softly, his voice laden with amusement. The old Auror jumped about a foot and shot a stunner flying towards the Hogwarts headmaster with a startled jerk of his wand. Dumbledore waved his own wand negligently and continued. "thrilled as I am to see you relaxing, I'm not sure KNuts is really the best vessel for your entertainment." Recovered from his shock, Moody grinned, the action unfortunately stretching his scarred face into something more akin to a leer.
"Oh come on Albus," Moody folded the magazine up and held the front cover up the light. The front picture displayed a young witch (which Dumbledore thought, with a slight blush, he recognised as a recent graduate from Hogwarts) with her wand stuck seductively between her teeth, her robes artfully ripped to reveal a bursting bosom. The headline screamed out from the area around the young witch's mid-section: 'The Naughty Nymphs with Knockers the size of Cauldrons!' Dumbledore pursed his lips as he read.
"Alastor-"he began but Moody cut him off saying;
"And look there's a pull out." Dumbledore sighed exasperatedly at the dancing figure on the sheet Moody had thrust in his face. The Ministry's Top Auror carried on, clearly unabashed. "You've got to love that Albus. Leaves very little to the imagination."
"Actually Alastor," Dumbledore said, with the ghost of a smile, "my tastes lie in a rather different direction, if you know what I mean. I'm afraid that young lady on the front there would have very little to interest me." The man on the second page however (featured with yet another topless wonder), Dumbledore thought wryly, was an entirely different matter.
Author:
just_mihi
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 938
Pairing, if applicable: Moody and Dumbledore (DON'T WORRY! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!)
Rating: Oh Barely PG (I think)
Notes: So, I'll assume everyone knows Harry Potter (if not, where the hell have you been living!?!). This is set during the first war against Voldemort. It's the two FRIENDS Alastor Moody and Albus Percivel Wilfred Brian Dumbledore who are two of the main anti-Voldemort people. And just by the way, THEY ROCK!!
It was a completely unremarkable night; only distinguishable from any of the others because for once the barricade of cloud had parted slightly to reveal a few determined stars. Dumbledore looked up fondly as he swept towards the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, glad to see that at least a glimmer of hope still remained in the heavens. He certainly couldn't see any hope in the deserted streets around him. Everybody else, he saw, had bolted their doors, shuttered their windows and snuffed out their lights. They kept their heads down and their noses firmly in their own business. But of course, Dumbledore reasoned, this was only because they were frightened. The constant terror that reigned Britain at the moment kept them down-trodden; people were even afraid to stop for a friendly exchange of words these days. Dumbledore's face darkened as he considered the cause for the present atmosphere. The Death Eaters had a lot to answer for, far beyond the death and torture they committed with alarming regularity. People were missing out on life. Parents were too scared to let their children go to school; Witches and Wizards walked around with their eyes fixed on the cobble stones for fear of catching someone's eye in the wrong way; London's magical nightlife had ground to a permanent halt and even the Muggle prostitutes stayed indoors these days. Everyone was terrified of being "Next".
Well, almost everyone. Dumbledore was one exception and he knew of many others, people ready to defy this general plunge into inactive terror. And indeed he was on his way to meet one of them that very evening. Some said Alastor Moody relished the chance to flex his paranoid muscles, barking 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' at every available opportunity, but Albus knew that underneath it all Moody was a soft heart. It pained him almost as much as it pained Dumbledore to see England suffering like this. He and Dumbledore were forced to meet at the dead of night because Moody spent every waking hour attempting to catch the Death Eaters responsible for the daily tragedies.
The Ministry Atrium was completely empty when Dumbledore finally made it through the security at the entrance. The night guards were not amused at being stirred from their game of Exploding snap. At the elevators, Albus was forced to wait a full ten minutes for the lift to rouse itself from a lazy doze and by the time he reached, "Level Two; Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including Auror Head Offices and Wizengamot Administration Services.", he was almost fifteen minutes late. Dumbledore swept along the corridor, keeping his wand bare millimetres from his right hand (Alastor's paranoia always seemed to infect Dumbledore as he grew closer to him). A few lights twinkled in isolated cubicles of the Auror Headquarters, indicating that in the current climate of surpressed panic, Moody wasn't the only one working late. Dumbledore received a few bleary nods from Aurors Shacklebolt and Longbottom as he passed, but at that hour he was unlikely to receive anything more. Both men looked dead on their feet.
Oddly Moody's office door stood slightly ajar. With a prudent amount of caution (for Alastor had been known to jinx first and ask questions later when a person entered unannounced) Dumbledore pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was a chaos of wanted posters and criminal profiles. Numerous Dark Detectors lined every available surface and a large ungainly Foe Glass decorated the wall directly behind Moody's desk. The man himself was sitting in an armchair in front of his own desk, reading something. Quietly, not wishing to startle Moody into any offensive action, Dumbledore moved forward trying to see what it was his friend was staring at with such intensity. A murder report perhaps? Or some Auror's report from the field?
Well, thought Dumbledore as a shift in Moody's posture cast a glow onto the front cover, that certainly wasn't work related. Alastor was making progress.
"Alastor," Dumbledore said softly, his voice laden with amusement. The old Auror jumped about a foot and shot a stunner flying towards the Hogwarts headmaster with a startled jerk of his wand. Dumbledore waved his own wand negligently and continued. "thrilled as I am to see you relaxing, I'm not sure KNuts is really the best vessel for your entertainment." Recovered from his shock, Moody grinned, the action unfortunately stretching his scarred face into something more akin to a leer.
"Oh come on Albus," Moody folded the magazine up and held the front cover up the light. The front picture displayed a young witch (which Dumbledore thought, with a slight blush, he recognised as a recent graduate from Hogwarts) with her wand stuck seductively between her teeth, her robes artfully ripped to reveal a bursting bosom. The headline screamed out from the area around the young witch's mid-section: 'The Naughty Nymphs with Knockers the size of Cauldrons!' Dumbledore pursed his lips as he read.
"Alastor-"he began but Moody cut him off saying;
"And look there's a pull out." Dumbledore sighed exasperatedly at the dancing figure on the sheet Moody had thrust in his face. The Ministry's Top Auror carried on, clearly unabashed. "You've got to love that Albus. Leaves very little to the imagination."
"Actually Alastor," Dumbledore said, with the ghost of a smile, "my tastes lie in a rather different direction, if you know what I mean. I'm afraid that young lady on the front there would have very little to interest me." The man on the second page however (featured with yet another topless wonder), Dumbledore thought wryly, was an entirely different matter.