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alastor rhys moody ; auror. did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

tw: death, spousal death & unborn baby death.

before hogwarts (1940-1951)

born august 10th, 1940 to rhys and constance moody, aurors. they didn’t plan to have a child, only surprised when it happened and it didn’t stop either of them from their work. grindelwald was at his height when alastor was born and it was due to this that his parents kept an extremely watchful eye on him.

this created a rather paranoid and jumpy child in alastor. not that he didn’t try to be brave, he often tried to be but the stories his parents would tell him would make him wary of strangers, wary of people he should have been trying to befriend.

his parents also kept him alone outside of his tutor once he reached a certain age. the tutor had gone through such a rigorous screening to make sure that they were not of dark magic and won’t harm the family.

alastor began showing magic right around the age of eight, relatively normal age and his parents weren’t wholly impressed by it or wholly worried that he had shown it later in life. they knew their son wouldn’t disappoint them and he still had years and years of learning left before he would be ready to truly show them if he would be a disappointment or not.

it was ingrained in his head from a small age that excellence is the only thing to be expected of him and even during his tutoring, alastor would go above and beyond what was needed in order to try and impress his parents. even if nothing seemed to impress them.

alastor showed to be a curious child when it came to learning, often opening books beyond his level in order to learn more and nothing was off-limits. even the early magical theory he learned put him ahead of his peers once it was time to start at hogwarts.

hogwarts (1951-1958)

hogwarts turned out to be a literal blessing for alastor. he didn’t have the constant pressure of his parents around to force him to be the very best and he could finally figure out what sort of man he wanted to be after seven years of learning.

sorted into ravenclaw after a few minutes of debate between gryffindor and ravenclaw. alastor had a certain level of bravery, something that would manifest in him further as the years went on, yet it was his curiosity for learning that set him down the path of being a ravenclaw.

excelled in most of his classes, particularly in charms, transfiguration, potions, and of course, defense against the dark arts. herbology had been something that grew on alastor after a few years, especially when challenging himself to get an outstanding o.w.l. in it by his fifth year.

made prefect and eventually head boy, two feats that alastor felt proud of himself for receiving but his parents didn’t show much of their approval of such things. thinking that it might take away from his lessons, from his studies, from his future career of being an auror.

it had come shortly before fifth year, the talk of expectations and the career that he wouldn’t be able to talk himself out of. the moodys had been aurors for years, his father and his father’s father and so on. even his mother’s family had their own generations of aurors. there was no other path for alastor to take.

despite this, alastor worked hard at his o.w.l exams, managing to get twelve outstandings across his classes and would continue to do very similarly in his n.e.w.t.s, just good enough (but could have been better) for his parents and the career path they’ve set forth.

he didn’t mind becoming an auror, there was something behind the elitism of such a career that had his attention from a young age and it required a lot more thought and detective work than some of the other branches of magical law enforcement.

but his time at hogwarts wasn’t just spent working on his career and working towards becoming the man he’ll later become. alastor wasn’t one for sports or parties or really anything else most of the other students got up to, he took his prefect and head boy duties pretty seriously.

she changed his mind over time. alys pugh, spitfire welsh girl sorted into gryffindor and alastor’s best friend from first year. they had one class together, potions, and if it wasn’t for alys, he would have never fallen in love with the subject. or maybe if it wasn’t for potions, he would have never fallen in love with her.

alys was everything that alastor wasn’t. she was extroverted, she could befriend and talk to anyone and everyone who would let her and she was fierce about it. the way her mouth always seemed to be set in that almost smile, almost smirk. but when she would smile, fully, the number of times he stopped breathing was countless. smart enough to be on his level, the only person who could intellectually give him a run for his money and his academic rival despite their friendship.

he fell in love with her so gradually that he hadn’t felt that it was real until seventh year when she had been made head girl, and she seemed to gain the eyes of almost every other lad in the school. alastor hated seeing her go on dates in hogsmeade, he hated seeing her cry over some boy that wouldn’t treat her right. it was halfway through the year when he couldn’t take it anymore, telling her that he’s in love with her and she deserved no one else but him.

all she did was laugh before kissing him. “finally you bloody idiot.”

the day they left hogwarts was the day he asked her to marry him the first time. she laughed in that way she did, driving him mad, before telling him no. “it’s not time yet.”

post hogwarts // career (1958-1975)

alastor had been accepted into the auror program before the start of his seventh year, early admission, and something that his parents were actually proud of.

by the time he left hogwarts, his parents began to slow down as aurors and were planning on retiring. one more case they were working on together, one that had them working late and often forgetting to ask their son how training was going. radicals, they called them, muttering as they wrote down little notes. they were close to something bigger than they could understand.

his parents worked hard up until the very end. they had bested many foes over the years, they helped during the fall of grindelwald and worked closely with albus dumbledore in that time. together they fought, together they went out. it was so fitting.

except they never figured out who the ones in the masks had been and why their actions seemed to lead somewhere and nowhere at the same time. after their death in august, as a means of coping with the sudden loss but the kind of loss he had been prepared for his whole life -- alastor took their files and poured over them.

in between his training and trying to balance a social life, he would find himself looking over his parents’ last file, trying to find a pattern where it seemed there was none. often reaching out to dumbledore, a trusted friend despite up until recently, he had been alastor’s teacher.

it wasn’t until a decade later they would finally find out who the masked wizards were, having grown into an army that no auror would have expected. not after grindelwald was defeated.

by then, as alastor mckinnon rose through the ranks, as did alastor moody. mckinnon had been a good mentor for alastor and something close to a friend, often feeling more like a father figure in the absence of his own father. he quickly became one of the youngest senior aurors.

this was the career he was groomed for his entire life. brilliant strategist, quick on his feet, skilled duelist. the love of his life being a potioneer helped greatly with his own potion brewing, antidotes in particular, and knowing properties of most common poisons.

by the start of the 1970s, alastor had managed to catch a decent number of dark wizards but it felt like just the tip of the iceberg.

his career had become one part of his life that he loved but it was the quiet moments with his wife that would be the memories he would cherish for as long as he could.

post hogwarts // personal life (1958-1975)

alastor asked alys to marry him a total of four times before she finally said yes in 1962, around when his training finished and his career started. she told him it was finally time because all of his attention wouldn’t be on his training.

if it were up to alastor, they would have gotten married the next day. the only time he would ever truly be impulsive was whenever he was with her. she brought it out of him, filling him with a sort of exhilarated rush because when it was just them -- everything else in the world melted away. he was so head over heels in love with her and no moment could be too long.

but alys delayed it because she knew that he would become too busy with his career and she would never come between a moody and being an auror. she had her own dreams, her own goals to reach first anyway. the engagement was the true test, marriage is just a fancy slip of paper.

it wasn’t until 1970 that alastor and alys finally got married, in september, on one of the more warmer yet aesthetically pleasing early autumn days.

alys radiated in the sunlight. he supported a nasty cut on his cheek that would eventually scar due to a duel he had been in the night before. one of the many that began to adorn his face throughout the years. and still, she would kiss every scar and still see that beautiful man she fell in love with.

marriage life had its usual ups and downs, good days and bad days, whatever cliche left to be said. they had fights, little insignificant fights to almost world shattering ones that would leave both of them breathless at the thought of losing each other for good. but then they would make up and sometimes the makeups were worth the fight.

it wasn’t always about his job, even though it often had him coming home bloodier than when he left and sometimes she would think him too paranoid when he needed to check every piece of mail and food. no, their fights turned into something alastor could never figure out why he was so afraid, to begin with.

alys wanted a child, or two, or three, or five. she wanted a family and it scared him. it scared him becoming a father. but by their fifth-anniversary, when alys told him that she was pregnant and they were expecting their first child, that fear melted into something indescribable. love and pride mixed into one bigger feeling.

eight months later would be the worst day of his life.

june 3rd, 1975 - now

at the time, there was no way for alastor to know what would happen. he could have had his inkling that something might happen, but never the when or the how. only ever the why and the who. he was careful as he always was but they still manage to track him to his house.

it was in the middle of the night when they attacked. a group of death eaters against alastor and an eight-month pregnant alys.

looking back on it, he still can’t answer what happened.

he woke up sometime later in st. mungos, the lower half of his right leg missing and no good news about his wife and unborn child.

the rest of the year felt like a blur, filled with immense darkness that surrounded him, suffocating him. he had to take off of work for months to go through physical therapy for the wooden leg they charmed for him. something that would be light enough not to make too much noise for stealth is key to being an auror, while not being too uncomfortable on his still-healing body.

it’s safe to say that anything good in alastor died with his family. yet it was the anger he felt for their deaths, the mystery behind who attacked them, that fueled his need to go back to work. and once they allowed him to, moody didn’t stop until he put more and more of these death eaters in azkaban.

it was only two years after the death of his family that alastor was approached by albus dumbledore. the older man still someone that alastor trusted and trusted enough to join this secret organization, the order of the phoenix. as long as dumbledore lead, he would follow.

it was his revenge that made the decision so easy. he could be useful to the order while being an auror while the order will give him the satisfaction of finding and hurting those who hurt him.

not a day goes by where he isn’t filled with thoughts and memories of his lost love, the lost future he could have had. do not pity the dead, pity the living.

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