Moody was sitting at the Head Table, at the place where he
should have been sitting the whole year. He pretended to ignore, for their
benefit, the sidelong glances the faculty was giving him.
It was the first time that blasted Pomfrey had let him out of her dang
hospital wing. Honestly, that woman thought she could control the world as long
as people stayed in her hospital wing.
His hair was still mussed and he knew he looked less healthy than he had in
years. But he believed in showing off his scars to the world. Let those bastards
that he was up against know what he had gone through and let them consider if
they could do the same, and if they couldn't, let them think about going
against a man who did.
Still, he couldn't help wincing as he noticed his arm shaking as he lifted
his flask to take a drink. Good thing about having so many scars that people
really couldn't tell when you were really hurting.
But he put his flask back down and let his eye roam the Great Hall. There
was Potter, of course. Damn it all, he had wanted to teach that kid. Magnet for
trouble he was, needed to be more careful. He was sitting with Arthur's sons.
That was good at least.
He alighted on a few other faces that he identified as sons or daughters (or
grandsons or granddaughters, he reminded himself) of people he knew or put away
or tried to put away. Many of them winced or looked away or at the very least
avoided his glance.
And then he found the face he was looking for. Frank's boy, sitting a few
seats away from Potter. Perhaps sensing he was being watched, the boy looked up
and momentarily looked a little startled. But he didn't look away. He looked
wary, yes. Cautious. Good thing, too. But he didn't look away.
The boy must have known who that Merlin cursed imposter was, who had taught
him and showed him what's what, that whole year. After all, he was in Potter's
dorm. But there he was, looking him right back in the face, best as he could.
Well, damn it all for that. The boy had a mile wide streak of Frank's
Alastor nodded at him, and then let his gaze travel on.
Author’s note: Thanks to magicaljules, for whom this was originally
written for, and without whose
insistence encouragement, this story
wouldn’t have been posted. Thanks also to prplhez8 for a read over, and my