PROTECT.

“ Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without asking questions. ”  ALASTOR MOODY.

[moodyalastors]

jamesthestxg:

It took James longer than he would’ve liked to have recognized the sound of gunshots. Granted, he wasn’t that familiar with the idea of muggle guns. Or muggle anything. As the chaos grew in the space, James spent most of his time trying to figure out where Lily had gone. They were together at one point before finding themselves separated. Even as the place started to clear out, he couldn’t find her and felt his fears start to grow even more. So his mind took him to Mungos. Maybe she had taken someone where there. Maybe she had gone back home. But he couldn’t be too sure, so he had to start somewhere. 

Walking into Mungos, it was a bit of a mess with everyone running around. James honestly wasn’t surprised with everything that had just happened. People were yelling and looking for loved ones, just like he was. 

Even though James was new in the whole auror office, he had become familiar enough to recognize people form their office. So when he saw Moody standing in front of the list of people, James paused for a moment and thought about who he might be looking for. 

Walking up to the older male, James paused a moment before speaking. “Moody, you looking for someone here?” he asked. Maybe the other male had seen Lily. Or maybe James had seen someone he was looking for. 

It was rare that Alastor acted without direction, but it was undeniable that this was one of those times. He knew of few who’d made it to St. Mungo’s, for he’d seen them there himself; he’d put Dorcas into a hospital bed and had hounded a Healer until she’d agreed to tend to the girl personally, but had not been able to strong-arm the others into similarly appropriate care. Of course, he knew he should have been trying his very best to leave St. Mungo’s as soon as possible, to return to the field of battle in hopes that one of their assailants still lurked - his wand hand tingled at this thought - but he found himself very much stuck here until his peace of mind could be satisfied. 

What was a soldier such as himself without the allies he’d so carefully chosen? It’d do him no good to charge blindly back into battle without knowledge of their condition; and what little heart he possessed, hardened and brittle as it was, would simply not allow him. 

Speaking through a billow of smoke from between his lips, and ignoring the disparaging glares of the Healers, he turned to James with obvious relief upon his face. No matter how strong his skepticism about Potter had been at first, it had been assuaged and satiated since. He was glad that the kid had made it out in one piece, but it was clear that his worries aligned with Alastor’s - though James’s stake in the welfare of their allies was decidedly more personal. 

“Anyone -” he clipped, cigarette bobbing between his lips, “and everyone. Weasleys and Meadowes all accounted for; the others, though, not as certain. Too many damn rooms in this damn hallway, and not enough Healers willing to answer a simple question.” He took a puff, a deep breath, and looked to James. “Walk with me, Potter -” a pause, “- we’ll account for Evans first.”

[marygreermacdonald-deactivated2]

teach me to fight | Mary + Alastor

[moodyalastors]

marygreermacdonald:

Bold footsteps. She had bold footsteps as she walked quickly from the meeting. She was following him. Keen to catch him before he left, alone. She didn’t want an audience, otherwise, she’d never ask what she needed too. And she was certain she needed too. She rounded a corner and almost instantly bumped into a taller, hard surface. Stumbling backward, she yelped in surprise. 

Luckily she hadn’t fallen flat on her ass. Instead just a little bend of the leg. She looked up. The taller, harder surface was, in fact, the chest of Alastor Moody. With wide eyes, she parted her lips. “Oh, shit, I…crap,” she muttered, pulling herself together. 

“Sorry, sorry,” she said.

“I’d just…like to talk t’ y’ before y’ go. Alone. If y’ve got t’ time,” she said. She mustered the girls’ strength and boldness as she stood before the man who inspired her entire generation.

@moodyalastors

This - this - was yet another reason to mandate the act of checking around corners before rounding them; Alastor, of course, in this one occurrence had broken his own rule by holding an open file large enough to obscure Mary entirely. He felt her before he saw her, though he as an immovable object faltered but a step. Before realizing just who it was that had run so squarely into him, he lowered his file, which he’d been reading intently, with a glare - only to soften marginally at the sight of who it was he’d nearly barreled over. 

“No need ta’ apologize -” he countered her muttered, hasty apology, but let his voice drop as she continued to speak, visibly taking great pains to do so. Alastor had always quite liked Mary, in the way one would feel protective fondness over a stray kitten who’d been abandoned by its mother, and so had always found himself swayed to a more pliable stance in her presence. 

But a brow raised at her question; it was an ominous one, coming from her, and Alastor could smell a mess a mile away. “I’ve got the time,” he lied; he had somewhere to be, but something in her tone felt more important. Alastor snapped the file shut, tucking it beneath his arm. “To my office, then? Reckon ya’ don’t want the whole hallway hearin’ your business. I never do.”

[moodyalastors]

“You can’t smoke in here!” 

Alastor shoved past a small gaggle of indignant Healers with a cigarette already between his lips. Into the hallway he blazed, eyes wheeling in search of all the faces he’d lost in the crowd - and for those he’d helped reach St. Mungo’s amidst the fray. Of course, as always, it was not enough; there were names upon the list at the forefront of his mind that he’d not seen, that he’d not been able to assure had reached the Healers, reached safety. He’d not rest until he accounted for them all - and he’d return to the field, under a barrage of attacks with foreign instruments, without a second thought in order to do just that. 

He stopped at the center of a maddening bustle, in the hallway adjoining various hospital rooms, into which his people had disappeared. The Longbottoms, Kingsley, Marlene, the entirety of the Order - he could only hope they populated these rooms, and not the field he’d been so unceremoniously forced to leave behind. 

Despite the Healer’s pressing insistence otherwise, he lit his cigarette and started down the hall, not quite caring that he sent Healers and Mediwitches scattering to each side of the hall in his wake.

[moodyalastors]

arthurweasleyx:

As the noises started Arthur was able to recognize quicker then some. He’d learned the way that muggles defended themselves and for a moment he had to remind himself that being shot with a gun wouldn’t be exciting, it would in fact kill him. “Moll–” His head whipped around and his eyes wild as he searched for the mess of red hair that looked like his wife. “Molly!”

It was clear that Arthur was looking for his wife - but lo and behold, he found Alastor Moody instead. This would, without a doubt, be the first and last time he would ever consult Arthur Weasley (or anyone for that matter) about something this dire; it was more commonplace for Alastor to ignore Arthur’s rambles and rants about Muggle technology. But this, he knew, was the time to swallow his pride, and ask for help where it was warranted. Alastor had heard very little of Muggle weapons such as these, but judging by the sound they made, the terror they elicited, and the way in which they made the ground shake, they were not the be trifled with. 

“Weasley --” he grabbed Arthur’s arm, “I’ll help you find your wife if you tell me exactly what in the bloody hell we’re dealing with. You’re the Muggle expert here, yeah?”

[richardmadens-archive]

[bazptich]