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Moody/Ginny one-hour fic - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
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Moody/Ginny one-hour fic
In this entry, I begged for little plot bunnies. mafdet got hers in first, for a Remus/Tonks fic, but I'll do the other that came in as well. silverhill asked for something with Mad Eye Moody and either Ginny or Ron. It's 12:33; I'll stop at 1:33.



It was July, and far too hot to be dragging trunks and schoolbooks around the Burrow. It had barely had the decency to rain all month, and between the heat and the dust kicked up by everyone running around like mad roosters, Ginny Weasley was finding breathing a bit difficult.

Something in the twins' room fell, and George swore merrily at it. Mum yelled up, "You mind your language, George Weasley!" and both of the boys laughed. A few floors up, Ginny could hear Ron muttering in an ill-tempered way. She thought she heard the word "Bulgaria," but decided not to find out for sure. Dad and some of the adults from the Order were packing up various things that they'd decided ought to be safer--Ministry papers, mostly--and Bill and Fleur were helping Mum box up extra food from the garden.

"Ginny! Have you packed your spare quills?" Mum called. "We can't get all new ones this year!"

"I think I have them all," Ginny called down the stairs. "I'll double-check."

In fact, she was relatively certain she had them--she'd put all her scrolls and quills into her bookbag when she left Hogwarts and hadn't taken them out since--but it seemed a good excuse to go into her room, close the door, and sit still for a moment or two. She didn't want to leave the Burrow--Dumbledore said it would just be more convenient to have everyone in London, but Ginny thought it considerably less convenient, as there were many letters she would now be unable to send--but at the moment, she was so sick of the bustle of packing that she could hardly wait for things to just move along and get to wherever they were going.

She slipped gratefully into her room, thinking she might even grab a quick nap under her favorite quilt before being dragged off to... wherever in London they were actually going (Dumbledore had said he would leave word somewhere).

She turned to close the door quietly--there was enough slamming going on today--and her heart jumped into her throat.

There was a mirror hanging beside her door--just a little Muggle one that Hermione had left here accidentally-on-purpose because she didn't appreciate the grooming commentary from wizard mirrors--and as she glanced into it, she saw a flicker of motion behind her, too fast to see who it was, but...

She grabbed the mirror off the wall, and swung as hard as she could.

The impact jarred her arms from the wrists all the way up to the shoulders, but the mirror didn't break; apparently Hermione had charmed it. The figure in her room staggered back a few steps, his hand on the side of his head. "Watch it, girl!" he said. "I've only got one good eye--you'll lose me the other one!"

"Mad-Eye!" She shook her head. "I mean, Professor Moody?"

"Call me Mad-Eye if it's what you want to do, little girl," he said, rubbing his cheekbone. "You've got quite a swing on you."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't apologize. Good instincts. You didn't wait, and you didn't ask questions. Constant vigilance!"

Ginny rolled her eyes. She'd hoped that the return of the real Moody would herald a change in personality, but apparently, Crouch had done his act well. "What are you doing in here?"

"Hmmph," Moody growled, glaring around her room like he expected something to jump out of her wardrobe. "Just making sure no one has decided to add to your belongings again."

"Excuse me!"

"They've got to you before."

Ginny felt as though she'd been punched in the stomach, but she just squared her shoulders. "And because of that, I know better than anyone to tell someone if something just shows up among my belongings. Honestly." She sniffed and bent over to grab her bookbag from behind her bed, pretending to check it for quills. She could see her hands shaking, just a little bit, and she forced them to stop. She was not going to think about the bloody diary again. She was done with that. She'd made the decision to be done with a lot of things, and Michael said she was doing very well with it.

Well, with the other things she'd decided to be done with. Michael didn't know about the diary at all. She didn't talk about it often.

"I don't mean to hurt your feelings, little girl, but I also don't mean to bring something into Headquarters that the bastards want there. They used you before because you were innocent. They could decide to use you again because they think we imagine that they wouldn't try the same trick twice."

"I know, I know," Ginny said, tossing her bag onto her bed and sitting down. "Constant vigilance. Because Ginny's a stupid little girl who got herself possessed."

Mad-Eye looked at her sharply through his normal eye (the magical one was still scanning her bookshelves), then pulled the chair out from her desk and sat down across from her. "D'you think I'm stupid, little Miss Weasley?"

"No. Bit odd, maybe, but not stupid."

He grinned. It pulled his scars and made puckery marks at his hairline. "You've got a straight way about you, no mistake. But you're right. I'm not stupid."

"And you thought you'd best check up on me."

"I think maybe we'd all best check up on one another."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're no more stupid than I am. You know it. But you know something else, there, Ginny?"

"What?"

"I got myself locked in a trunk for nine months. I'm the most careful person I know. I just missed one, and there was no one watching my back." He shrugged and looked out her window at the garden. Ginny could hear Fleur laughing at the gnomes; it seemed to be in some other place. "That's what's good about the Order," Mad-Eye said. "I got someone to watch my back. And I'm going to watch yours, little miss."

"By going through my things without asking? Shall I just open that trunk of yours a few times a week, just to make sure you're not in there?"

He gave a little bark of a laugh. "I see your point."

Ginny curled her legs up under her. "I don't really have anything personal for you to find, anyway. I don't exactly keep a diary anymore, for obvious reasons."

"For what it's worth, I didn't find anything. Except a letter to a boy named Michael. Didn't read it."

"Good!"

"Do you trust this Michael?"

"I don't know him very well."

"Then keep your mouth shut about where you're going this summer."

"No, really?" Ginny said acidly. "I thought I'd just print it in the Daily Prophet."

"Right. Sorry." He smiled again. "Look, we got off on the wrong foot. We're going to see each other a lot this summer, and your Dad's an old friend. And we both know what it's like to get beat around for a year by these scum. Do you reckon we can try to get along?"

"I suppose." Ginny sighed, looking out the window. "As long as you don't tell a soul about Michael."

"A secret, is he?"

"Hermione knows. No one else."

"And Granger approves?"

"She likes him."

"Well, then, I'll have to take your word and hers that he's all right. Can't say I like you keeping him secret..."

"If you're trying to get along with me..."

"Yes, yes. Girls have to have their secrets, I guess. I'll keep it for you."

"And no more searching my room. I'll tell you if something shows up."

"Bring whatever it is straight to me."

"I'll bring anything to you or Dad."

"Good then. It's settled." He stood up, his joints creaking and cracking as he moved. "Don't bend quite like I used to," he muttered.

"Mum has a good potion for it," Ginny said. "The boys use it if they get hurt in Quidditch."

"I'll ask around then," Mad-Eye said. "I've great respect for Molly's potions."

He went to the door, opened it, then turned back to Ginny. "By the way, little girl," he said. "You go right ahead and check that trunk of mine, all right? You never know."

Ginny smiled. "Right. Constant vigilance."

Mad-Eye snapped her a salute, then closed the door behind himself. Ginny wrapped herself in her favorite quilt, and waited for someone to say it was time to go.




(Okay, four minutes short.)

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silverhill From: silverhill Date: March 13th, 2004 12:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Hooray! Oh that was so enjoyable. I think Moody and Ginny are such great characters. Lovely job!
liebchen127 From: liebchen127 Date: March 13th, 2004 01:12 am (UTC) (Link)
I loved it, too. Your stories are really good and the characters are well-written.
leelastarsky From: leelastarsky Date: March 13th, 2004 08:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Excellent as always! Your characterisations are so spot on!
lilac_bearry From: lilac_bearry Date: March 13th, 2004 10:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I just love how you've written Ginny here! And Moody is spot-on! Wonderful job, Fernwithy!
starbuckx From: starbuckx Date: March 25th, 2004 09:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's the characterization, I swear. You *understand* Ginny, and if only for that, you should write her more often. Mood is wonderful, as well.

Constant Vigilance
mel__atalante From: mel__atalante Date: July 16th, 2004 07:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Got here through recs of Moodyfics on Help, I'm looking for... on FA.

A very good little piece, with great characterisation. I love your dialogues, too- they simply flow. You have a way with words, that's for sure.
Keep it up,
~Mel/PortraitOfMrsBlack
miss_daizy From: miss_daizy Date: May 2nd, 2005 05:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, inspired by your recent post, I'm checking more of your ficlets out. I'm going to have to ration myself, because they really are wonderdul and I want them to last!

This is particularly good...I liked how Moody wouldn't give up with checking on Ginny and yet, was willing to acknowledge his own failures. Ginny was marvleous. Very nice.
From: amethystbeloved Date: February 9th, 2009 03:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Hurray, it's my very first comment as an LJ user! ^_^ I know not commenting because I didn't have an account was a horrible excuse, but at least I'm here now, even though I don't know if you'll find my reviews. Oh well, here I go.

Who would have thought that a grizzly old Auror and a fiery teenager would have something in common? They've both been victimized by the bad guys, but at least they're both here to talk about it. Talking about Michael and keeping secrets was too cute.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 9th, 2009 07:06 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow--you're going back in the archives here! :)

Thanks so much for all the reading.
From: (Anonymous) Date: February 9th, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ouuuu, a reply! Now I can see why getting an LJ account was worth while, hahaha. Well, thanks so much for all of the writing. Reviewing is the very least I can do for you!
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