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Slytherins
"Get to the point lad," Moody said.
"Anyway, I knocked him out, which by the way would never have happened with Uncle…" Ray skilfully jumped out of the way of a spell fired at him. "And I proceeded to look for my Uncle.
I found him in a big chest in the room, but at some point, I must have lost track of the impostor. He ran away." Ray shrugged and smiled brightly.
Albus sighed and looked between Raiden and Alastor. It would seem like another thing had slipped past him.
He certainly wasn't happy about it, and he could understand why Alastor seemed so angry.
They were supposed to know each other quite well after all. "No one else knows about this?" he asked.
"Not a soul," Moody said.
"I think it might be better if we kept it that way," Albus said. "At least now we know who put young Harry's name in the goblet of fire.
We also know that whatever plan they had has probably been thwarted for now. Let's hope things work out alright.
But there is no need to worry people by letting them know that a potentially dangerous man has been teaching the children for a semester. No one got hurt so it will be fine."
Severus didn't look happy, but he also didn't disagree. He just didn't quite think that no one had gotten hurt. He recalled some rather horrible ways that the fake Moody had taught certain students lessons.
"At least everything turned out alright," Ray said with a bright smile. "Well, I better be off before my girlfriend blows her top off.
I'll see you later Uncle Dearest." Ray quickly disappeared beyond the door and narrowly avoided another spell thrown at him.
He went past any painting that might tell Dumbledore anything and changed back to Harry so he could go and try to appease the mother dragon that was Hermione Granger.
He had been gone for almost an entire day and they still had some homework to finish.
22nd of December, 1994.
The following morning, Alastor Moody was slowly going through notes taken by Barty Moody over the past few months. He had been thorough.
Alastor had to give him that. There were individual notes on just about every student at Hogwarts. He didn't know how accurate they were though.
He needed a second set of eyes and he wasn't going to ask Snape or Albus which only left him one person.
Harry James Potter. The son of James Potter. James who had been one of his best protégés. He would do his damnedest to make sure that the lad was safe.
He seemed to have been doing fairly well on his own, but some extra training wouldn't hurt and he needed to increase his spell repertoire by a lot.
There was a knock on his door and Moody braced himself as he walked over to it.
"Good morning, sir," Harry said.
Moody relaxed some. He had expected Albus this early in the day, but Harry was a nice surprise. "Good morning laddie. You are up bright and early," Moody said.
"Every morning," Harry said. "I run around the grounds with Fleur just to keep up with some semblance of what I'm used to."
Moody nodded. "Once I have recovered a little better I'll be putting you through the wringer," he said.
Harry shrugged. "Go ahead, I could use the exercise," he said. He ducked as Moody fired a spell at him and he rolled his eyes.
"You will have to be faster than that if you want to hit me," he said.
"Don't get cocky," Moody said. "That always got your father."
Harry nodded. "Will remember that," he said. He looked at Moody's desk and all the notes on it. "What are you trying to do?" he asked, and Moody explained.
"I guess I could look through them. I don't know that many people here though."
"Just tell me if the ones you know are correct. If they are right then I can assume that the rest are too," Moody said.
Harry nodded and searched through the lists of names for ones that he recognised. ¨
Weasley, Fred and George
Inventive but a pain in the ass.
Always comes up with new ways to test the magic eye.
Weasley, Ronald
Unfocused. Easily bored.
Useless at magic. Rides on his friend's fame,
but dumps him if things are looking south.
Only had decent grades because of Potter and Granger.
Harry grimaced.
"Something wrong?" Moody said.
"He was harsh. Not necessarily wrong, but a bit harsh and a bit quick to judge. I would only use these as loose interpretations of the people they describe," Harry said.
Granger, Hermione
Book-smart and good with written assignments.
Lacking in wand skill.
Over-enthusiastic. Always wants to answer the questions.
Keeps repeating exactly what the books say.
Longbottom, Neville
Good lad but very shy.
Wand work abysmal.
Potter has been fixing things and they look better.
Malfoy, Draco
Arrogant twat.
Papa's boy.
Reminds me of Lucius.
Harry looked at a few other Slytherins and quite a few had very scratching remarks on them.
"Am I right in assuming that all of these had Death Eaters who did not go to Azkaban as fathers?" he asked Moody.
Moody looked at the names and snorted. "Would seem that way, lad," he said.
"I would maybe just make up my own mind on most people," Harry said. "Though keeping these things in mind might not be bad."
Moody nodded. "What do you think about the schoolwork? Especially defence," he asked.
"I get bored easily because most things are repeated for far too long," Harry admitted.
"I have the same problem in most other classes.
I have trained to consume and categorize knowledge far better than what a fourteen-year-old normally can do.
I also had an incident with a magical object that did something to my head.
I still don't know the full effect it had. But basically, it unlocked something."