Dreamscapes: Mad-Eyed Moody’s Doom — and Mine
When a well-known villain gets into the city and hunts me down, I’ve only got one chance
Our city is on maximum alert: Voldemort is in town. I have been assigned to a special ops team. Voldemort’s surveillance has already caught onto our mission, but little does he know that it’s actually a decoy mission, meant to distract him while we carry out the real one.
I have broken off from my team to perform my own mission that nobody knows about because I’m not supposed to be doing it. I’ve made my way into a side room in a large building, and I am trying to find a magical lift that will take me to the basement floor. Part of the wall that is the exact size and shape of a lift juts out, and I keep tearing back pieces of plaster to find it. I finally do, and I meld into it, and it takes me down to my desired floor. I step out of it into a dark, misty ballroom. At first I think the room is empty, but then I see Mad-Eye Moody in a small room off to the side, motioning for me to come over.
“You aren’t supposed to be down here!” he hisses. “I’m hiding out. I can’t be found!”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t know!”
In the dim light, I notice that he looks nothing like I thought he did. In fact, he’s quite cute despite the one rogue eye. I can tell that he thinks I am cute as well. Suddenly, lights in the ballroom start snapping on one by one, and we hear voices. Mad-Eye swears under his breath, and I can tell he is mad at me.
“I didn’t bring these people in! They would have come whether I was here or not!” I say. I watch as he goes deeper into the building, and I step out of the side room, trying not to draw attention to myself. The ballroom is filling up with young adults and it looks as if they are going to have a party. They pay no mind to me, and I leave the building unnoticed. I tell Mad-Eye telepathically that I will come back for him.
Now I am outside in a long, winding line of people. As I begin to notice that a lot of them seem to be Voldemort supporters, a young, frat-boy type suddenly realizes that I am in the resistance, and he starts shoving me. I immediately grab him and overpower him, which requires very little effort. This starts a domino effect of fighting that spreads down the line. A young woman attacks me next, and I pick her up and hurl her out of the way. I am having no trouble fighting people off, but I am tiring of it and I just want to get to my destination.
Suddenly, three men grab me and start racing me away. I yell and struggle to fight them off when a young man I know named Andrew swoops in and grabs my hand. For a split second we all think he is just one of the guys, but suddenly he wrenches me out of their grasp and speeds me away in a different direction. We arrive at one of my team’s home bases, and before he departs I thank him profusely for saving me.
In the kitchen of the home base, I am making a dip to serve Voldemort when he and I meet, which has been scheduled for later that day. I keep calling it a hummus, even though it is anything but. I dump out a small bowl of random vegetables on the counter, and begin chopping them up. Three of my coworkers are in the kitchen with me as well; Paul, Phil and Adrian. I ask them for some mayonnaise for my hummus-coleslaw-dip. With a knowing smirk on his face, Adrian holds out a metal pan full of cold, congealed grease.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say. “I can’t put that in the dip! Voldemort is smart enough to know the difference!”
Someone finally gets me the mayo, and Phil is stirring the concoction. I ask him if he has ever met Voldemort.
“Yes,” he says, as he stirs with the least amount of vigor imaginable. “I didn’t care for him.”
The auditorium where my meeting with Voldemort will take place is filled with townspeople. I find my little brother on the outskirts of the room, and I tell him, “I want you to leave here! Get as far away as possible. Go deep into the underground if you have to. Voldemort is deadly. There’s no telling what he will do!”
Speaking to each other in our minds, Mad-Eye Moody and I have both realized that we aren’t in love, just very attracted to each other. We both agree that it’s okay. Now is a dangerous time for love, anyway.
I focus back on my surroundings. Everyone’s eyes are transfixed on the stage. At once, a light flashes in the middle of it, and then he appears. Voldemort. My nemesis. The embodiment of all evil.
I make my way onto the stage, winding past the people. Voldemort stands in the middle, and people in large, heavy cloaks are curled on the floor around him. I bump into one of them and realize it is my little brother. I am furious that he disobeyed me, but I stay silent so as not to draw attention to him.
I turn and face Voldemort. I can feel the malevolence emanating from him, and the fear in the room swirling with mine, so that I am almost shaking as I step toward him. My plan is to wrap my body around his the moment he releases his evil magic. Will it cancel out the spell? Will it kill him? Will it kill me? I do not know, and I only have one chance.