Have been busy lately writing ranting anti-cull letters (flying-foxes this time :P)... I'm on holidays if anyone was wondering why the sudden pickup in updates.

In answer to Sylkie's rather good question, of Snape's carefree behaviour last chapter. I have decided upon 2 reasons for this:

- Double jeopardy lol... to a logical extent at the very least (ie Dumbledore can't say he lied to protect Snape without getting himself in trouble... not that he did lie... but obviously he doesn't know he didn't :S? As always I make perfect sense at these godforsaken hours of the morning.

- Second reason: Voldemort has grown to considerable power in this fic, there would be no point in sending Snape to prison... He'd only lose a good teacher, which Snape is - though he doesn't feel the need to pander to a man that betrayed him.

yep ahuh, them's my reasons and I'm sticking to 'em! As for this chapter... I don't know why I pick on Moody, he's just fun :)

Enjoy

When Dumbledore pulled his head back through the fireplace, and composedly unfolded himself to look benevolently upon the throng of his adoring minions, Harry fought briefly, and lost spectacularly, the battle to hold in a snort. There were tea leaves strewn all throughout Dumbledore's beard – no amount of false composure could hide that.

"Well" said Harry cheerfully, "That looks like a no."

"Professor Snape insists you become a pupil of the school if you are to access his wise counsel" Dumbledore replied slowly, a smile growing across his face as he spoke. It seemed he was very pleased, if not pleasantly surprised with what his own mouth was coming up with.

"No man, not even Snape, would hate himself enough to ask for something like that" Harry replied, matter-of-factly dismissive. Turning he saw Professor McGonagall fiercely nodding her agreement that by no means could the headmaster mistranslate Snape into asking for the brat to stay more permanently. Harry proceeded to get up from the hospital bed, zealously bowing to Madam Pomfrey and flashing his most charming smile at her in thanks, he attempted to jauntily stride from the room.

Several strides down the corridor outside the hospital wing Harry realised Dumbledore's mob was following him doggedly. He stopped and turned on his heel to face them. They all stopped abruptly, except for the headmaster, who happened to be snail-racing up the side of them to come and stand in front of them, in front of Harry.

For his part, Harry simply huffed a little and turned back around, to continue on his way. He couldn't resist however, taking five strides then jumping back to face them and yelling,

"BOO" he was forced to duck as a stunner from an overly twitchy Moody flew at his skull. Everybody else froze at the exclamation. "Na ha!" laughed Harry mockingly, "You moved, you're out!" he finished in the sing-song voice of a petulant child, the proceeding apoplexy causing Moody's twirling eyeball to pop right out of its socket and bounce across the floor, where-upon a particularly vigorous bounce it landed deftly in Harry's outstretched palm. He eyed the eye mischievously for a second, a positively evil smirk overcoming his face.

Rubbing the whizzing ball enthusiastically beside his crotch like a professional cricket bowler, Harry looked meaningfully off into the distance of the hallway, then pointedly glanced at McGonagall and some weedy-looking unknown guy, motioning secretively to the two people flanking the small group.

"High ball, go wide" he whispered loudly to them.

"You wouldn't dare" Moody growled at him so low it was practically mouthed. Dumbledore, not bothering to make a move to stop the teen, obviously believed he wasn't that stupid too. Oh but he was!

With an attempt at sporting style he did not posses, Harry over-armed the ball/eye. Effectively he hurled it forcefully at the floor a couple of feet in front of himself. It continued straight into the ceiling without loosing much kinetic energy, from there it progressed into the forehead of a stunned Dumbledore, the cushiony effects of human soft tissue slowing its pace to some extent. It did not come to a complete stop however, until it was halfway down the throat of the commonly unfortunate Harry Potter, who happened to have been laughing raucously with his mouth open and not paying enough attention to the situation at hand.

He looked up a little stunned, his laughing cut off quite out of the blue, only to be able to briefly marvel at Moody's incredible leap, and subsequent, supposedly superb, aerodynamics. Then the partially-kindling body collected with his own and they went sprawling on the ground with Moody trying ferociously to either save his magical eye, or strangle Harry to death… Truth be told he didn't seem fussed as to which of those was successful first. Not that anyone else seemed particularly fussed either way themselves, that was of course until Harry magaged to get out over his choking and all the yelling,

"Quick somebody help! A madman's abusing a student!"

"What was that my boy?" asked Dumbledore hopefully stepping forwards.

"Nothing" McGonagall quickly cut over the situation, shoving Moody off Harry and deftly picking up the teen, who gave one large, uncomfortable swallow and then smirked happily at the enraged Moody. With the very necessary wand intercepting the two, she finished promptly, "the poor boy is simply delusional due to lack of oxygen. He said nothing sane and should simply go back to his home to rest and recover."

"Oh I don't know about that" Harry began, innocently suggestive, "I like to keep all my future prospects open."

"Right!" Spat McGonagall tersely, "So do I" she concluded, releasing him and stepping out of Moody's murderous way (one way or another, she would have a hand in keeping him out of the teaching enrolment).

Harry began giggling insanely as he dodged another leap of the auror's and ignoring Dumbledore's placating calls, began to lead the man in a stumpy chase around the ring of bystanders.

"Ehehehehe! Ehehehehe! Ehehehehe!" Harry laughed continuously during his wild chase. Finally after his third circle of the group, when Moody's expletives were beginning to get repetitive… which was a difficult thing to achieve in itself, Harry branched off from the circle and zigzagged his way down the corridor instead, back on his path to his original destination – minus the mob who had remained to comfort Moody.

The aforementioned auror was just about purple in the face, panting and screaming, while hexing (and missing) the boy, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

"I'm gonna kill him" he whispered determinedly to McGonagall. She nodded, kindly supportive.

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" he yelled to Dumbledore in enraged confirmation. The headmaster grimaced, hoping to avoid confrontation.

"I'M GONNA BLOODY KILL HIM" he screamed once more to the entire world at large, just to reiterate. They did nothing.

I had a note here... fanficdotnet didn't save it... neither did my brain... hmmmmmm

Something like: blah blah, sorry for the short update, blah, need to udate my other story next blah, have niggling desire to write Naruto/HP spoof but won't, blah blah

Thank's for reviewing (see I remembered the important bit muhahaha!) blah blah blah, BLAH... blah blah.

Katty xx