your first year at hogwarts was havoc.
when mcgongall read the name "{Y/N} moody" on the list, she gave out a sigh and her eyes closed as if she was having war flashbacks.
you gave high fives to fred and george, your two best friends who you knew for years and years. every time your father was busy, (and thats a lot), he would leave you at the only mother he knew could try and keep you safe. molly weasley.
you got up on stage and sat down in the chair, and as the hat came down on your head, it gave out a laugh.
"why, hogwarts is facing tough years. gryffindor!"
again, mcgongall sighed and shook her head as she greated with a smile.
you already knew each other. moody had you around hogwarts for years and years, and mcgongall already knew what kind of mess you are.
you got off the stage and cheered as your twin friends got into the same house, and it took literally two minutes of the ceremony to end and you started making a mess.
the thing is, that being moodys daughter is... interesting. to say the least.
he doesnt trust anyone. anyone. anyone could be a traitor, another betrayel.
but when he got to raise you and bring you up... well, as they say, the sky is the limit. and then you broke it.
he taughy you his ways and his reasoning to everything, and soon, you became his greatest ally.
maybe you were normal when you were born, but that was not the case anymore.
while bringing you up, people would catch moody telling you things like, "secret codes" or "not to trust anyone beside him"
you were great craze together.
noone ever told moody about censoring content for children.
molly remembers entring the kitchen of your house one day to see you sitting in the sink, your father chopping up meat right beside you, and hes lecturing you.
"you need to know how to protect yourself hen, because yer a girl" he started. "i know daddy" you replied.
molly is curious, but very sceptic about thie conversation.
"people will always try to get to ya, but you be your daddys girl and you dont trust noone girly. any man ever say something to you, you will remember that no man ever did anything good to you, and take a step back, or better yet, you punch him! straight in his nose! they try to take you away and put y-"
molly slams the door open and comes inside, pulling you out of thr sink and sending you off to fred and george to play, while she scolded moody for his ways of talking to you.
didnt help much, that night moody was tucking you in bed and told you again that "you be your daddys girl and keep both eyes always looking for anything wrong"
also, when being moodys daughter, you never got into trouble.
you broke something in the house? good, he didnt like it anyway. you insulted someone? thats the truth.
so when you were in hogwarts and when your first week you and the weasley twins changes all the crystals on the chandeliers to gummy bears, the three of you got the scolding of your life.
but you kept laughing. it wasnt real, everyone was messing with you.
you didnt take anything serious.
fred and george got a howler from molly, scolding them. you wrote to your dad what you did and the letter you got in return is a letter of praise and "dont waste gummy bears. eat them"
this is why every year you would make your escapades bigger and bigger, and no matter who tried getting at you, you had your back covered.
deep in the government of the wizarding world was an auror with connections from here to mercury.
and he loved you blindely.
**
"oh my merlin, guys, please, dont ruin this night for me!" hermione begged, watching as you, fred and george pack into a purse bottle after bottle of vodka.
"just dont drink anything from an open container mione" you laugh, "or closed. or anything. dont drink anything tonight" you laugh wildely as you finish youe sentance.
"you realise there will be a whole tonne of teachers and staff there that will too drink anything there"
"oh, i know" the menacing smile you wear is bigger then cheshires and it almost concerns fred and george.
"dont worry you guys, they wont know who did it. now lets go, we need to hook up the tubes" you say as you get up and go for the door.
"hook up the tubes?!" harry asks, following after you and the twins, hermione staying in the room to get ready for the ball.
"people gonna try drink from the sinks" fred says, turning to harry with a grin that already looks drunk, "the sinks gonna be hooked up to barrels!" george explains with a laugh.
"oh this sounds like a horrible idea!" harry comments, shaking your shoulder as you run into the basement, where everything connects to the tubes of the toilets.
"relax, we'll keep some toilets with water! and itll be funny!" you reply, push him off your shoulder and start to change tubes into barrels of beer.
"moody, this sounds like a bad idea" "harry, go put on your suit and act like nothing out of the ordinery is happening" you reply, kicking him with your foot lazily.
"i do not want to deal with that" he says, raising his arms and turning around to leave, "i am not dealing with it!"
"you guys, this is the years prank!" you call. the twins nod.
this is maybe the 5th time you said it this year.
"hey, what will your dad say?" george asks. "he drinks like a sailor, what does he care?" you laugh.
this is the year your dad came to teach at hogwarts, so your relationship got a bit weird, since you didnt get to spend time together... at all. even in classes he didnt act like hed usual act with you.
but its because of teaching, right? this must suck for him.
**
you got your dress on, your heels on, and made your entrence with the twins, and while everyone were deep in dancing, you started spiking everything in the room with vodka.
"and now, we watch" you smile, clinking your glass with the twins.
after half an our, people stsrted acting drunk. all of them. everyone were drunk. people were dancing, screaming, kissing, vomiting and doing things that noone would do sober.
like victor krum getting down to breakdance with slytherin guys.
like professor mcgongall debating with the french headmistress about skincare.
"moody" you look up, and find snape standing infront of you. a slow nervous smile grows on your face.
"yes?" you ask, almost with a suggestive smile.
his face goes through all the emotions in the book, the shock with wide eyes and mouth opening, then mouth closing and his nose flares in anger, then brows furrow with confusion and then his mouth opens again to say something, but it closed again with a sigh of disapointment.
"has he ever told you off?" he asks, recieving a wild laugh and a slap on his shoulder, "told me off? youre kidding me!" you laugh at him.
his face is not amused.
"come on snape, chillax out! take a drink!" you smile, offering him a glass.
he pushs your hand off of his shoulder and turns around. "im going to drink water. you will get it very soon" he says, leaving the ball room towards the toilets, probably.
"that is a good night"
after hours and hours of partying, you switched all the barrels back to the normal tubes and leave the party after getting your drunken friends into their beds.
after that, you found yourself in office with dumbeldore, mcgongall, maxime from beauxbuttons and igor karkaroff, all ready to chew away at your head.
after some time, when everyone has already calmed down and released they chew off session, seeing how pointless it is and how they cant prove that you did it, even though you did, your dad showed up.
why did it take so long? hes working here
"what did you do {Y/N}?" he asks, looking down at you.
"what? i didnt do anything daddy" you reply, and to your surprise, he rolls his eyes.
"alright, get outta here, go to sleep" he pulls you up from the couch by your hand and pushs you out of the room.
"what the hells was that..." you mummble to yourself as you make your way back to your room.
all the night through you were busy with thinking about your dads weird behaviour and holding freds hair back as he vomited.
"he never acted like that, he pushed me out of the room, it was so weird"
and in the background of you excessive thoughts, freds vomiting while george passed out by the wall.
**
"hey daddy"
again, your father seemed to almost cringe when you call him that, entering his classroom before class starts.
"hey {Y/N}" he says, not looking up from his papers.
"i was thinking we can go out sometime soon? we havent in a while and... we havent been to the three broomsticks lately" you say, looking at him with 16 eyes.
"yeah, sure {Y/N}, we should go soon"
with these words, you left the room.
"if something looks fishy to you child, you offer a meeting in the three broomsticks"
"ew, i dont like that place" you replied to your father.
"me neither" he smiles menacingly.
"professor, im telling you, you should take it to heart. this is not my dad" you complain to dumbledore.
"and how do you know?" he asks, raising am eyebrow.
"sir i used our code to see if its the real him and it isnt!" you yelled, slapping your hands at his desk.
"look miss moody, i dont know how your codes are holding up-" "these are codes he set himself! dont doubt me! he is the wrong man!"
"why dont you... get some sleep moody? you seem to have been too busy planning lately" dumbledore offers you.
"fine, ill do it alone!" you yell, leaving the room and stomping all your way back to the gryffidnor tower.
on your way there you see moody walking through the corridors.
a cold look shared between you, and nothing more.
**
for the next 2 months, everyone got fed up with you speculating with theories about your dad.
but while everyone were fed up, you were going crazy. its crazy that someone took your father away from you and noone is there to help you.
when you try and break into his office, he kicks you out, nothing in your house, and when you came for help in the ministry about a missing auror, you were sent to vacation for thinking you are crazy. and you dont even work there.
so while harry was running around in some maze, you got into his office and started to snoop around.
you throw out his stuff around and start to tear through his papers, and then, you find it.
"aha!" you pull up his flask from a drawer, and open it, "he never goes out without his flask!"
you bring it up to your nose and take a whiff.
"oh this doesnt smell like whiskey..." sudennly, the door is smashed open and inside comes dumbledore and snape, in their arms a shaking moody, and harry potter, bloody, dangling from behind.
snape pushs him onto a chair, holding him by the neck and dumbledore yells, "where is alastor moody?!" but theres no answer, not soon enough, as you jump right up to the fakers face and slap him so hard his eye rolls out of his face, "where the hell is my dad?!" you scream in his face.
"{Y/N}... {Y/N}..." mcgongall pulls you off of his face, and snape pours into his mouth veritaserum.
"do you know who i am?" "albus... dumbledore" he groans out, at wand point.
then, you practically rip him out of dumbledores hands and grip is throat in your hand, your other whipping out your wand and pressing it into his temple.
"are you alastor moody? are you?!" you yell in his face as he gurgles and groans. "no..." he lets out. at this point, noone is holding you back anymore.
"is he in this room? is my dad here?!" you bark at him, and his one that thats still there rolls towards a chest in the room.
you hold him up while snape opens up the chest, and one after another lock opens up slowly, and silence.
"dad?!" you call, and from the depth of the chest, underground, you hear a call of, "sweetheart?"
you give out a sigh and your eyes snap open again, and you are looking at the man in your hands.
"who the fucking hell are you?" you hiss out, and slowly, he starts meltimg away while gurgling and groaning, until all that is left is... barty crouch jr.
"you nasty ass man!" you yell, slapping him as hard as your hand allowed you to, sending him flying to the floor.
"how dare you do this to my dad!" you yell, falling onto barty crouch jr and tsart to choke him, shaking his head up and down, banging it on the floor until harry and snape start to pull you off of him.
then you hear from down in the chest "that-a-girl sweetheart! kick his ass!"
you get off of barty crouch jr, kick him one more time and run to the chest, looking down and seeing your dad in a tank top and shorts, holding his eye hole.
"im getting you out of here dad!" you yell.
**
"so i asked, i asked him to meet in the three broomsticks and he said, 'yeah sure'. can you believe that?!"
harry, ron, hermione and the weasley twins stood outside the great hall and watched you and your father at the gryffindor table, talking.
"absolutly stupid. stupid i say" he laughs, taking a swig from his flask.
"you are a good girl {Y/N}, i knew i can always trust you" he smiles, kissing your forehead and hugging you to his chest.
"they are two weird people"
"they are moodys"
***
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