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The thought of Blaise and Pansy kissing left my mind over the next few days as my suspicions of Moody grew bigger and bigger. Nothing seemed right about the Professor, whether he was trusted by Dumbledore or not.

I liked to think our headmaster was right at least 85% of the time, which made me curious of if he had noticed anything weird about Moody too.

"Detention Mr. Pucey!" Mcgonagall's angry voice breaks me out of my thoughts, my eyes quickly glancing up at the bitter looking Slytherin boy.

I look back down to my work, before she can see me looking at them. My quill hovers over my page, a small thought seeming to try and process in my mind.

"Meet me in my office once your done with classes today," Mcgonagall angrily adds on to the Slytherin, before quickly and slightly aggressively walking back to her desk.

Her sentence replays in my mind multiple times, my brows furrowing slightly as the thought grows.

Detention. That was it. A way to get into his office.

My eyes widen at my blank piece of parchment, as I realize what needed to happen. Detention. A student goes to the Professor's office. Obviously there was work the student had to get done as well, but you'd still be in their office.

A few minutes go by, my mind still racing with ideas and plans before Mcgonagall announces that class is dismissed. I stuff a few books into my bag, before closing it and quickly leaving class.

Once I get to my next class, which was Defense against the Dark Arts, I sit down rather quickly, making sure to stuff my homework deep into my bag. I knew my plan, I knew what I was going to do, though I didn't know if it was going to work.

Moody already hated me deeply, whether he intended to show it or not. So how hard could it be to get a detention with him?

I watch him limp around the classroom, collecting yesterday's homework. Once he gets to me, he holds his hand out, his fake eye practically looking into my soul, though his real eye glances up and down at a few others' homework.

After a moment of silence of me staring at me, and him waiting for my homework, he grunts quietly. "Homework." He says, a command instead of a question.

"Don't have it," I say confidently, trying my best to make him angry. I lean back in my chair slightly, trying to show that I had no care about it.

He laughs quietly to himself, before coughing a few times. "Detention then, Miss Y/l/n. After school, my office."

I quirk an eyebrow in response before he angrily walks off to a gather more homework. A small smile grows on my lips at the success.

I feel Draco's eyes on me, though I ignore the temptation to show him that I in fact did have my homework.

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"You'll be sorting some of my files," Moody tells me, aggressively limping around his office to get some files.

I nod, my eyes not leaving him as he does so. Though this was just a detention, I still had a small suspicion he'd do something to me, perhaps even test the Imperius Curse on me.

I sort his files for the next 20 minutes, constantly checking the clock as time went by slower than ever. Nothing interesting was in the files, which I had stopped checking about half way through out of pure boredom and loss of hope.

There was nothing in his office that seemed to be strange or out of place. At least not for a D.A.D.A. Professor.

I didn't exactly know what I was looking for, nor planning on what to do if I had found anything. Though a loud grunt from Moody, who was sitting in the corner of the office, catches my attention.

He almost seems to be choking as he continuously clears his throat, panic clearly rising within him. "Go back to your dormitory," He blurts out, his real eye widening more than usual before he quickly rushes out of his office.

I stand in shock, my brows furrowed with confusion, and my heart beating quickly. My eyes glance slowly around the office once more, my eyes landing on the flask he had always carried around with him.

I walk up to it cautiously, as if the place had been set up with booby traps. I raise it slowly up to my nose, sniffing it. There were rumors around the school saying that he brought the flask everywhere because of his cautiousness of being an auror, always having a fear of being poisoned. Though whatever was in it was definitely no pumpkin juice.

It smelled familiar, though nothing came to mind immediately. I sniffed once more, though set it down quickly, regretting the decision to sniff it again. A horrid smell, it was.

My eyes look down into the flask, noticing that there was almost nothing left in it, other than a drop or two of the awful smelling liquid.

I turn away, grabbing my bag and look around the office once more before leaving. Ideas of what the liquid could be run through my mind, as I begin my walk to the dungeons. I was almost sure it had to be a potion... though couldn't think of what potion it was.

A frustrated huff leaves me, my eyes following the cold smoke that came out of my mouth, as I had just walked out to the courtyard. As my eyes look out to the frozen breath, they land on something else.

There Dumbledore was, taking a peaceful walk around the courtyard.

My eyebrows raise in curiosity, before I wrap my coat slightly tighter around me, and start walking towards him.

"Hello, Professor." I smile politely, joining his stroll.

"Oh hello, Y/n." He returns the smile.

"Could I possibly ask you about something, sir?" The words slip out of my mouth, my curiosity and eagerness taking over.

"Yes yes, definitely." He responds, his eyes focused out on the star filled sky.

I nod, words processing in my mind of how to explain what I had seen the day that Moody tried to hit me with the spell.

"Well- this sounds quite stupid, but Professor Moody was the one who attempted to hit me with the spell... that day." I say quickly, my hands slipping into my coat pockets.

"A good thing you deflected it off of yourself, then." He says sweetly, though his response doesn't help any of my suspicions.

"I agree, I do, but I'm confused about the fact that he attempted to turn me into a ferret," My brows furrow slightly with confusion but also with impatience.

"I'd be too if I were you," He nods slowly.

I look at him for a moment, silently waiting for some sort of answer, though something told me I wouldn't get one from him.

I laugh awkwardly to myself, before clearing my throat quietly. "Well... do you have any suspicions about Professor Moody? I mean- I think he has definitely done some strange th-"

"Draco Malfoy had to have been somewhere near you for you to have been able to deflect a spell upon him, correct?" He interrupts me, though his voice continues to be calm.

"I suppose, but-"

"Well, then my assumption is that Professor Moody's goal was to hit him instead. Which I am in no way encouraging his actions, however as you should know, Mr. Malfoy is not always the nicest student." He interrupts once again, though nothing about his tone seems impatient or angry with me.

Theres a small moment of silence as I process his theory. It could be true but something still seemed very off about the whole situation.

"Oh... ok," I say quietly, deciding to give up for now.

"You should get back to your dormitory now, Y/n." He smiles.

"Right- yes. Goodnight Professor." I nod to him, before walking back inside and toward the dungeons.

Still no questions answered.

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