Shortly before dinner, he found himself summoned to the Headmaster's office. Albus looked very serious, which was not a good sign. In fact it was pretty near the top of his 'bad signs' list.
He had a bad signs list.
"Professor Chalworth." Damn. It had been Dione at breakfast. Was he mad about something that had happened with Aberforth or was it-- "Professor Moody has brought me some... disturbing allegations, to say the least..."
Mother Fucker.
He silently undid the charm that made the mar appear on his arm. "And what allegations would those be, sir?" Damn that was pretty hot. Sir. Damn. Not the time.
Albus took his arm and rolled up his sleeve which was of course completely unblemished. He did the same for the other and sighed. "Alastor is a dear friend of mine," Wait how dear did he mean? Dear friend? What the fuck? "But I do worry about him sometimes."
Worried about him? Why? What about him? "What about me?"
Albus looked at him quizzically. "What about you?"
"Do you... worry about me..." Dione murmured, regretting the words as he said them.
Albus seemed very confused at this point. "...Should I?" Dione watched his eyes fill with suspicion as he moved closer to him, staring very hard.
Then Dione kissed him. Hard. Then he left.
*
Dione didn't really want to go to the First Task. Who really wants to go watch a couple of kids get eaten by dragons anyway? When the fourth task falls... Yeah okay, so they probably wouldn't be eaten by dragons. Not yet anyway.
But it would probably look bad if he didn't go. Besides, somebody had to keep an eye on that traitorous bag of dicks calling himself Alastor Moody.
He caught up with him in one of the side hallways the morning before the first task.
"You traitorous bag of dicks!" He shot under his breath as he moved to walk alongside the other man. Smooth. What a calm and collected response. He was sure to get on Moody's good side now.
"Traitor? I'm not. A death eater. I don't know how you... concealed yourself from the headmaster but..." A group of students walked by chittering about dragons and whether Victor Krum was better looking than Cedric Diggory. "I'll see you around, Chalworth." He moved quickly away, seeming somewhat disturbed. Hey, maybe something was working after all.
Walking towards the arena for the First Task, Dione reminded himself not to root for Durmstrang. That would probably look bad. He wished Albus hadn't had to be stuck judging, whose idea had that been anyway, to have such partial judges? Really he just wanted the two of them to sit together. Maybe hold hands. Damn that wasn't right.
In the end, he had remembered not to root for Durmstrang, and no children had been eaten by dragons. Small mercy there. Though he did have to admit, Potter's move with the broomstick hadn't been unimpressive. He could see a bit more of a resemblance between Harry Potter and his father when he was up in the air. But James had been his favourite...
Everyone in the wizarding world knew Harry Potter as the kid who defeated the Dark Lord. Voldemort that was. Fucker. If there was one thing he hated it was people stealing his shtick But that really wasn't the point. This time. If Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort, his Death Eaters must hate him. And Not-Moody was a Death Eater, right?
He didn't actually have any proof of that, if he was honest with himself, which was not often. Hell even with perfect occlumency shields he still never referred to himself by his own name in his own head.
He needed proof. He needed to know Not-Moody's plan. And he needed. Well. He supposed if he ended up keeping James Potter's kid safe that'd be... an okay bonus. Sure. That's what it was.
*
He hadn't taken the transfiguration off in so long. So long. He didn't really look that great, but he could fix that, easy enough. He threw his cloak over his head, and another for good measure, and headed out onto the lake.
The Durmstrang students had taken dinner with the Beauxbatons and Hogwarts students after the first task had ended. Most of them had already gone to sleep. Karkaroff was congratulating Krum outside of his own floating office. Krum was... a name he knew. Very well. He made sure the boy was well away before he approached Durmstrang's Headmaster.
He locked himself in his office as soon as he lowered his cloak. Typical Death Eater behaviour.
"You really aren't representing our school very well. My own precious Alma Mater," He called through the door. He hear Karkaroff's breath hitch. "But I'll forgive you on one condition."
"W-What condition... My Lord?" Damn. Nice. A little respect now and then.
"Tell me everything you know about what Voldemort is planning."
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He had a bad signs list.
"Professor Chalworth." Damn. It had been Dione at breakfast. Was he mad about something that had happened with Aberforth or was it-- "Professor Moody has brought me some... disturbing allegations, to say the least..."
Mother Fucker.
He silently undid the charm that made the mar appear on his arm. "And what allegations would those be, sir?" Damn that was pretty hot. Sir. Damn. Not the time.
Albus took his arm and rolled up his sleeve which was of course completely unblemished. He did the same for the other and sighed. "Alastor is a dear friend of mine," Wait how dear did he mean? Dear friend? What the fuck? "But I do worry about him sometimes."
Worried about him? Why? What about him? "What about me?"
Albus looked at him quizzically. "What about you?"
"Do you... worry about me..." Dione murmured, regretting the words as he said them.
Albus seemed very confused at this point. "...Should I?" Dione watched his eyes fill with suspicion as he moved closer to him, staring very hard.
Then Dione kissed him. Hard. Then he left.
*
Dione didn't really want to go to the First Task. Who really wants to go watch a couple of kids get eaten by dragons anyway? When the fourth task falls... Yeah okay, so they probably wouldn't be eaten by dragons. Not yet anyway.
But it would probably look bad if he didn't go. Besides, somebody had to keep an eye on that traitorous bag of dicks calling himself Alastor Moody.
He caught up with him in one of the side hallways the morning before the first task.
"You traitorous bag of dicks!" He shot under his breath as he moved to walk alongside the other man. Smooth. What a calm and collected response. He was sure to get on Moody's good side now.
"Traitor? I'm not. A death eater. I don't know how you... concealed yourself from the headmaster but..." A group of students walked by chittering about dragons and whether Victor Krum was better looking than Cedric Diggory. "I'll see you around, Chalworth." He moved quickly away, seeming somewhat disturbed. Hey, maybe something was working after all.
Walking towards the arena for the First Task, Dione reminded himself not to root for Durmstrang. That would probably look bad. He wished Albus hadn't had to be stuck judging, whose idea had that been anyway, to have such partial judges? Really he just wanted the two of them to sit together. Maybe hold hands. Damn that wasn't right.
In the end, he had remembered not to root for Durmstrang, and no children had been eaten by dragons. Small mercy there. Though he did have to admit, Potter's move with the broomstick hadn't been unimpressive. He could see a bit more of a resemblance between Harry Potter and his father when he was up in the air. But James had been his favourite...
Everyone in the wizarding world knew Harry Potter as the kid who defeated the Dark Lord. Voldemort that was. Fucker. If there was one thing he hated it was people stealing his shtick But that really wasn't the point. This time. If Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort, his Death Eaters must hate him. And Not-Moody was a Death Eater, right?
He didn't actually have any proof of that, if he was honest with himself, which was not often. Hell even with perfect occlumency shields he still never referred to himself by his own name in his own head.
He needed proof. He needed to know Not-Moody's plan. And he needed. Well. He supposed if he ended up keeping James Potter's kid safe that'd be... an okay bonus. Sure. That's what it was.
*
He hadn't taken the transfiguration off in so long. So long. He didn't really look that great, but he could fix that, easy enough. He threw his cloak over his head, and another for good measure, and headed out onto the lake.
The Durmstrang students had taken dinner with the Beauxbatons and Hogwarts students after the first task had ended. Most of them had already gone to sleep. Karkaroff was congratulating Krum outside of his own floating office. Krum was... a name he knew. Very well. He made sure the boy was well away before he approached Durmstrang's Headmaster.
He locked himself in his office as soon as he lowered his cloak. Typical Death Eater behaviour.
"You really aren't representing our school very well. My own precious Alma Mater," He called through the door. He hear Karkaroff's breath hitch. "But I'll forgive you on one condition."
"W-What condition... My Lord?" Damn. Nice. A little respect now and then.
"Tell me everything you know about what Voldemort is planning."
"I-I don't know anything!"
"Wro-ng answer."