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Chapter 30: Magelight
"Master Harry, strange man be waking up now," Winky said.
Harry nodded. "Could you get us something to eat, dear?" he asked her. "It should be something easily digested for Moody."
"Winky can do that. Master needs to eat. Master needs his energy," Winky said before popping off.
Harry turned around and headed back into the castle. He made his way up to the Defence teacher's office.
He could hear a lot of grumbling coming from the bedroom. He opened the door. "I see you have come to Mister Moody," he said.
The one dark eye the man had focused on him. "And who are you?" he asked gruffly.
Harry walked forward and cast a Magelight to the ceiling so they would be able to see.
"Well, well if it isn't James' son," Moody said. He would recognise that mess of hair anywhere.
"You knew my father, Mr Moody?" Harry asked.
Moody nodded slowly. "He was a good man, laddie, and a good Auror," he said. "So you are responsible for getting me out of that chest?"
Harry nodded slowly. "I seem to be the only one that noticed something was off," he said. "I figure I should do something about it.
Barty Crouch Jr. isn't here anymore. I scared him off. You are at Hogwarts, it is Yuletide.
Today is the twenty-first. He turned to the side as Winky popped in. He had seen Moody's reaction as the elf showed up.
He was glad he had placed the man's wand on the other side of the room. "This is Winky. She is my house-elf. You should eat – regain your strength."
Moody looked down at the broth Winky placed down over his lap on a tray. He was giving it a suspicious stare.
"I have no reason to harm you after I spent an hour or so healing you," Harry said.
"Where is my wand?" Moody asked.
"Your wand, wooden leg, and magical eye are all on the desk over there. I did not let him leave with any of those," Harry said.
"You should have neutralised the bastard," Moody said. "Leaving enemies alive is not a wise decision."
"I didn't for Winky's sake. She belonged to the Crouches before her Master fired her," Harry said. "He doesn't know it was me. I used a disguise."
Moody nodded. "That's good laddie, the less your enemy knows the better," he said. He looked down at the broth again.
The kid had a point, and he was James' son. He didn't like just trusting people, but he'd give the kid a chance.
The broth felt good. He hadn't had anything to eat in a while. "Can you get me the eye laddie?" he said.
Harry placed his own plate down and stood up from the chair he had pulled into the room. He picked the eye up and walked over to the man. He held it out and Moody took it.
The man pushed it into his empty eye socket. It spun around like crazy for a couple of turns as the magic of the eye connected back with its owner's magic.
For a second as he looked at Harry, he saw a faint shimmer around the boy. "Who are you?" he asked. "You are not young Potter."
Harry tilted his head to the side. "I take it that the real owner of the eye is better at using it than the fake was," he said. He reached in beneath his shirt.
"I knew I was going to tell you just based on what I had to do to get you out of that box I knew you would have questions.
Seeing that I wore a glamour was not what I thought you would notice." He turned the glamour off.
Harry looked older but nothing else had changed. It was still James' son as far as Moody could see.
"So either I have been out for a long time or you have done something not so wise with an ageing potion," Moody said.
Harry looked over at him. "It is a bit more complicated than that," he said.
"I take it that you won't trust me if I don't tell you what happened." He stood up and walked out of the room to fetch the Secrecy Sensor.
He placed it down next to the bed. It wasn't humming anymore. "So this should be able to tell you if I lie to you, right?"
"Yes, it will," Moody said.
Harry leaned back in his chair. He had quite the story to tell.
Moody was studying Harry as he finished his tale. The kid had been through a lot. He was a warrior; that much was clear from what he was told. And not a single lie. That wasn't common in anyone.
He would have expected the boy to exaggerate. It had been very common with his father and godfather. But there was nothing like that.
He was to the point and didn't make himself seem better than he was. "And you haven't told Dumbledore any of this?" he asked grumpily.
"Do you think Albus Dumbledore would accept what I have had to do in my life," Harry asked.
Moody nodded slowly. "Albus wants to see the best in people and killing is not something he prefers," he said. "I can see what you mean kid."
He had his own thoughts regarding his old friend that he would keep to himself, but he didn't fault the boy for being cautious. "How many know about your change?" he asked.
"A couple of people and I'm not too worried about people learning about it as long as it goes slowly," Harry said. "I've got hooks in everyone that knows so far. It is good for them to keep my secrets.
But I don't enforce it as such. Eventually, it won't matter who knows and I'm not worried about it."
Mood looked at the young man. He wasn't sure he agreed, but it wasn't his secret so he wasn't going to be too harsh on the boy. "Sharing secrets can lead to danger and misery," he pointed out.