Silver Tears (Moody)

[Mary Macdonald]

Mary appeared suddenly in front of the entrance to Godric's Hollow. It was a terrible evening for her. She strode briskly down the narrow road, not paying attention to any of the houses. Finally she came to the iron gates, they were rusted with age and ivy intertwined them. She slowly opened the gate and walked inside noiselessly. Mary was in a graveyard, a bouquet of white roses in her hands. She walked down the aisles and stopped abruptly. There were two graves with old, rotting Lillie's by the sides in expensive vases. A small, silver tear rolled down her cheek and she slowly and gently placed the roses in the middle of both. The graves read

Carl Macdonald
1946 - 1972
Daring Son, Loving Husband and Missed Father

Devin Macdonald
1963 - 1980
Caring Son and Faithful Brother

Mary began to cry at their graves. Her father she understood, a 26 year old Auror with a huge ego. He had died honorably, fighting Death Eaters when there had been Death Eaters. But her brother? He had been young, ruthless and the new man of the house. Just turned of age, 17! "You were great men, we won't forget you." Mary whispered hoarsely.

[mood]

Alastar had been propped up on the large stone behind the one of Mary's father, his cane resting on his knee as he watched her appear. There was hardly a soul that could sneak up on the young Moody. Although he had lost an eye, most of a leg, and some of his face fighting the very Death Eaters that had killed her father all those years ago, he was still young of age and heart, and was well versed in the ways of dark arts. He coughed lightly, allowing her to know he was around the corner from her. Not wanting to disturb a quiet moment, but at the same time wanting her to be more aware of her own surroundings.

The rumors he had heard of the NeoDeath Eaters and a new Regime had made his sleep come in fitfulness nights. Although, he was actually more than a little excited to have an enemy to fight once again. He was not surprised at all to know that the rumors circled around Severus Snape. He sighed heavily, and stumped around the tombstone, crunching softly on the ice covered ground. His eye swiveled in its socket, moving to look around him, behind him, and then back to the younger girl standing in front of her father's grave.

"Mary Macdonald? You should always be weary of where you appearate girl. You never know when someone might be waiting for you. Paying respects to your father, I see. He was a decent man, and a good friend. He would be very proud of you lassy." He tried a smile, but it looked pitiful on his ruined face. Although he was still young, his wounds had made him appear much older than he really was. This made the man people had begun to call Mad Eye sad. But he was never much of an emotional man.

[Mary Macdonald]

Mary realized that Alastar was sitting just beyond her father's grave and quickly wiped her tears. She didn't want to look weak or unguarded in front of the man who was only slightly older then herself. She quickly slipped her golden hair behind her ears with her slender fingertips and looked back up at Alastar with her large green eyes, eyes like her father. Mary tried to smile, to make it seem like everything was alright but it wasn't and she knew that, therefore her smile didn't turn out to well.

Mary had also indeed heard the rumors about the NeoDeath Eaters and understood why the man voice concerns. And the rumors all seemed to revolve around Snape, how was Mary not surprised. She wanted so badly to avenge her brother and father. It would be difficult but Mary would everything in her power to fight along side Moody. She faced him and straightened, looking strong, more powerful, more like her father in every way.

"Alastar Moody." Mary inclined her head in respect. This man had done more for the wizarding world then Mary could have ever dreamed of doing. "I know, I know. Such a time was needed though." Mary looked back longly at the grave. But would Carl really be proud of her? She chocked back a laughed and sob. It was too good. "I miss him, both of them. Mother and Claire just aren't enough to mend the memories and hurt. I just know that one day, I'll be there. With them again. Honestly, I can't wait."

[mood]

Alastar smiled warmly to her, his cracked lips parting slightly as he watched her. His odd eye swirled lightly around then landed back on her. He knew how he looked, and it was a time like this he only wished for his younger good looks. His heart broke in his aged chest as he listened to her words. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, pull her into his arms and give her the hug that Carl could no longer give her. But, with how he looked, Alastar did not touch anyone too often. He knew how he looked, the face that once was young and strong now cracked and weathered. His own body now beaten and battered. It was no wonder no one actually seemed comfortable around him. He sighed inwardly and looked away a moment. He swiped an arm across his eye and then turned back to her.

"Now don't you go wishing yourself away before your time," he smiled to her, trying to make his voice sound cheerful in the cold night air. "Someone might go to missing you if you did that girl." He had paid her a round about compliment and shook it off. He let his eye buzz around in his head to peer down the lane, to the sky, and then back to the girl in front of him.

He pulled a small silver flask from his waist coat, and tugged of the stopper. He sipped the bitter liquid hard, and choked it down. It was one of the only things that stopped the pain in his battered limbs, fire whiskey. He stuffed the stopper back into the small vial, and shoved it deep into his pocket. He turned to look down at the stone. His eyes reading over the engraving.

[Mary Macdonald]

Mary smiled softly at his words. No matter how old and battered Alastar looked, he was nice a kind soul at heart. She wondered briefly what he would have looked like as a young man. Handsome and suave or the same battered man as he was now. Mary blushed as she came up a faint idea of the young, handsome Moody. She seriously needed a boyfriend. Remus? So he was a werewolf? Ok, no. Sirius? Young, Handsome? Serious commitment issues though. Serious! Hm... Honestly she couldn't think of anyone.

"Do you ever wish you had someone? I mean, I know you don't show emotions a lot or all but do you ever wish? It's difficult to find the right someone. There's always huge faults in people that you don't think you could get around." Mary looked away from Alastar. "Devin got it lucky. He was gorgeous. His black, wavy hair and his bright blue eyes. Tall, muscular. All the things girls like. Going to get married to a young, stupid blond. Totally care free. I did envy him."

Mary quickly brushed off Moody's compliment. It wasn't the time nor the place. She watched the silver flask carefully. Mary secretly wished she could drown her sadness and pity in fire whiskey. She looked back at the gate with weary eyes.

[mood]

Alastar blinked, the question taking him by surprise. He knew he had never showed much emotion, especially now that he was not the most attractive man in the world. He coughed lightly, taking his little flask out once again. Uncapping, and taking a hard pull at the liquor before looking back to Mary. He sighed lightly, and started to clump past her, not letting her see the single tear in his eye. He wiped it away, as he placed the silver bottle back into his pocket.

"Well Mary," he began, his voice aching slightly with the warmth of the liquid he had just consumed. "I was never the kind anyone wanted much to be around. So I ain't never gave it much thought. The only one to ever love me was my wand, my magic, and my fight against the dark arts. No one else took much interest. Don't 'xpect them too now." He sighed, and turned back around, his eye remained in the other direction. He clumped back over to her and looked down on her, a small buzzing sound as his eye shifted to look down on her too.

[Mary Macdonald]

Mary coughed do to the awkwardness her rant had caused. Honestly Mary, you can be so stupid sometimes. She kicked herself inwardly but remained the same outside. Mary caught the small trace of Alastar's tear and stood, shocked. She had never seen him even lose control of his emotions, let alone cry.

His statement took Mary off guard. Only his magic and fighting? That was insane! He had to have loved someone! She didn't voice her concern though. She just looked away until she saw Moody was close to her. She looked up at him for he was still quite taller then herself. Mary hung her head shyly and let a tear fall. It wasn't herself to feel this way.

[mood]

He moved to the side, not sure what to say next, he was angry with himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. It was a moment of weakness, and such things could take your life from under you in a moments notice. He sneered, and turned to look down the long path that led deeper into the woods aside the little cemetery. He thought of just walking away, but he could not leave the poor girl alone in the state she was in now. His job in life was to protect others, and he swallowed his emotions, and choked back a tear. He was more than angry at himself, he was outraged that he could be so weak in front of another. His eye buzzed in the socket and looked at her, seeing her moment of weakness, and his heart broke for her. He did not know how to make her feel better, or how to comfort her. He only knew how to fight, and keep his own emotions hidden within a deep well of fire whiskey and pain. He sighed, and ran a gnarled hand through his broken hair.

"Alright there Mary?" he called out before turning around to face her. He gave her a moment to pull herself together. "We should go somewhere out of the cold you know. Never safe out like this in the open for too long." He sighed again and took another long pull of the fire whiskey.

[Mary Macdonald]

Mary was angry. Alastar wouldn't even comfort her!She growled something like "Years of it would mold him." But she caught herself. No chance, no way. I won't say it. She turned away from Moody and crossed her slender arms over her large chest. She suddenly realized what she had dressed in. Mary didn't even remember. She was wearing a wool sweater, jeans, with a swade jacket and a scarf. That wasn't enough to keep her warm against December's cold bite. She saw her breath that came out in ragged gasps.

At the sound of Alastar's voice, Mary smiled. She regained composure and turned to face him, slapping on a smile that was so normal to her. "Yes, of course Alastar. Where do you have in mind?" Mary asked simply.

[mood]

He looked at her and smiled, his cracked face parting in the grin as he moved to her side. He had hoped his own moment of weakness had passed. Relationships were not his thing. Having someone you loved would only give a weapon to your enemy. He knew this was something he never wanted to put another person through, so he shied away from her attitude, and comments. He touched her shoulder lightly and nodded to the path.

"Why don't we go to Hogsmead and have a drink at the Three Broomsticks? That sound good Mary?" his voice trailed off as his eye buzzed around to look in the opposite direction.

[Mary Macdonald]

Mary sighed. She wanted someone in her life. Someone strong and protective. Maybe Moody was her guy. No, he obviously didn't want a relationship. But why, he had so much potential. She would have to settle with 'seeing' Sirius. She felt him touch her shoulder and smiled.

"Ya, sure. A good mug of fire whiskey'll do me good." Mary giggled and began walking away. She cast one last longing at the graves but turned back, opened the rusted, iron gates.

[mood]

Moody's eye moved in the small socket, to swirl around and land on Mary, taking her in, and wondering how she felt about life. They were not far from the same age, but he had lived alot and lost alot. Mostly his soul, his ability to control his love. He killed his emotions, becoming a hard shell of the former man he was. No one would ever take that shell away. No one would ever touch the inner core of the man inside. He hid it away, making sure to never share with anyone. It was the way he liked it.

At the thought of fire whiskey, Moody moved to look to the girl. He was one that did enjoy a stout drink, if his ever present flask made of wrought iron and silver did not prove to the world. He would fill it three, maybe four times a day. Then he would enchant himself as to not smell like liquor. It was one of the things he did to hide his disability, alcohol. He smiled and followed the girl.

[Mary Macdonald]

Mary shivered and slipped a wool hat from her pocket. It covered her blond locks of hair and made her look slightly childish. Mary thought about Alastar. His hard exterior had to have a soft under belly, right? She wanted so badly for that to show. Moody was always so stern and light-lipped. But not tonight. It had been different. She could almost see the man he was, a long time ago but still. She wanted to bring him out of his shell, make up open up.

Mary looked around, no one except Alastar behind her. She called back, "The Three Broomsticks then!" And she apprated to the front of the bar. Mary walked in and grabbed a table. The waitress walked up. "A fire whiskey please, and whatever my friend is having. He should be arriving shortly." The drink came and Mary downed it. Another, three in the course of minutes.