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A Slant-Told Tale Updated

A_Slant_Told_Tale_cover_wpfeaturedChapter Thirty of A Slant-Told Tale is now up on An Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net, The Petulant Poetess, and Wattpad.

In it, we move forward ten years (yes, ten years) to 1974 and the founding of the original Order of the Phoenix. We meet a grown-up Molly Weasley, who overhears Minerva and Alastor in a heated discussion. We also glimpse a bit more about Albus’s reaction to Minerva’s revelations regarding her husband’s disappearance, and he offers her a bit of tea and sympathy as she tells him of her worries about Alastor.

The chapter is rated PG-13, and features Molly, Arthur, Minerva, Alastor, and Albus, and cameos by other canon characters.

It’s been a long hiatus, thanks to new work, but I’m hoping that I’ll be able to update more regularly now that I have a better grip on how much time the new jobs are going to take on a regular basis.

Excerpt:

Five minutes later she was slightly lighter and considerably more comfortable. As she moved down the dark hallway toward the staircase, she was stopped by the sound of voices from a room whose door was slightly ajar.

“—what he was thinking, dragging you along.”

Alastor Moody’s voice, Molly thought, and he sounded angry.

“He didn’t. I am capable of making my own decisions, thank you very much.”

That was definitely Professor McGonagall’s angry brogue. Molly didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but she couldn’t help being curious, and she didn’t want to embarrass the pair by letting them know they were being overheard.

She shrank back, meaning to go back into the bathroom until the coast was clear, when Moody said, “Well, I won’t have it. You’re to stay out of it, do you understand me?”

That stopped Molly mid-step. She couldn’t have imagined anyone talking that way to Professor McGonagall, and she both wanted and didn’t want to hear the inevitable explosion.

Instead, there was a short silence, then she heard a floorboard creak and Moody’s voice saying, “Minerva, please . . .”
He sounded plaintive this time.

Professor McGonagall’s voice was calmer than Molly would have expected. “You’ve no right to forbid me to do anything. Do you understand me, Alastor Moody? You aren’t my father. Nor my husband.”

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