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Memories of a wand	By : sybersnake Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Memories of a wand /A wand�s memories

Beta: kin2cats

A/N: The story is playing out in Marauder Era, pre-HP books. HBP does
not count.

Chapter 3

Moody made his way toward one of the
oldest brothels in Knockturn Alley, the Rouge Noir. It was housed in a 4-story
building; it was a shabby place like everything in the alley. Some whores stood
at the entrance of the Rouge Noir, there was a big choice between them, there
were young ones and old, beautiful and ugly, man and woman. Moody couldn�t fathom
what growing up in this place could be like, but it couldn�t have been easy.�

Some of the whores watched him with
guarded looks; Moody was well-known in the area, one or two of them he had
caught for stealing or prostitution in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. He went
inside.

On the first floor was a dark, smoke-filled
pub with soft enchanted music playing in the background. It was not dark out
yet, but almost a dozen customers lingered around the bar, who knew how many
more were occupied with a whore on one of the higher floors. Moody went up to
the bar where a middle-aged, almost beautiful woman served the drinks. The
woman turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

�How can I serve you?� purred the
woman, while she smiled at him.

�My name is Auror Moody and I
looking for a boy, Mr Yuack call him Whelp?� she blinked at him, her smile
vanished, and her eyes were sober and � fearful.

�We have not seen the Whelp for
about three months now, he went back to school.� She licked her lips nervously.
�Did something happen to him?�

�We don�t know for sure, his wand
was found but he was nowhere near. I would like to know his name and talk to
his parents, if it could be arranged.�

�Tobias is up in his room, but I do
not think he will be interested in the Whelp�s existence, he would be only too
happy if the boy died.� She angrily snapped her answer. She looked towards the
stairway, before looking back at him. �You need to talk with him; he is the
only one with the answers you seek. I hope you will find the Whelp.� She said
before she turned away.

Moody sighed, he had hoped for
something more, his left hand slipped in his pocket and grabbed the Boy�s wand.

------------- Memory Scan
-------------

�The memories whirled around him, He heard the giggling noise and
turned toward the tables� area of the pub, and he could see a tumbling infant
trying to out-run his temporary baby-sitter, the same woman who was at the
counter.

She was younger and somehow more
innocent, she smiled, a real smile as she tried to catch a running infant.� She was always a step behind the black-eyed
boy to catch him if he fell. Moody could feel love and security wash over him.

-----------------

The next memory was from the same
duo as the woman tried to pry the Boy out from under� the table. The Boy looked around the same age as the memory-child
he had encountered in the potions shop. His pale skin was bruised, his lips
spilt open and his whole body was trembling.

�Sev, get out of there, before your
father sees you down here.� The child just shook his head desperately. No, the
Boy has a name, no, not a name, only a fragment of a name, but Moody felt it
was wrong to call him Boy or Child or Whelp anymore, it felt too inhuman for
such an interesting, unique and brilliant boy as Sev.
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