So, I know I said that chapter 3 was the last chapter, but then everyone was like "what happened to Moody?" and stuff. Wow, I didn't know that old geezer was so popular. I was perfectly happy leaving him tied up in the trunk, but no-o, everyone else wanted him free…

"Potter." Alastor Moody snapped as he saw the boy making his way towards the Great Hall. "A minute of your time?"

"Err-"

Moody couldn't let the boy get away. "I just want to hear about what you did for the Tasks. Quite ingenious, lad." The one-eyed man complimented, trying to buy time. "Come, step into my office to talk." There was a glitter of something positively evil in his eyes.

"Well, if you insist." Harry started hesitantly.

Dumbledore came up from behind them, "Ah, then Alastor, my friend, do you mind if I joined in as well? I'm quite curious about what happened myself."

Alastor Moody, or should I say the imposter, swore under his breath. He hadn't expected the Headmaster to overhear. And now, he couldn't uninvited him either. "Of course, Albus. Come along." He would ditch the man as soon as he could.

They quickly headed towards Professor Moody's office. Harry sat in front of his two professors. He fidgeted. "So…?"

"What did you do, my boy?"

The Boy-Who-Lived-To-(at long last)-Avoid-Potentially-Harming-Himself-For-One-School-Year-Of-His-Whole-Bloody-School-Life laughed nervously. "Well, all I did was take a page out of Luna's book."

"Lovegood?" Alastor asked with a gruff voice.

"Yup. You know, all I needed to do was think outside the box."

At his professor's incomprehensive stares, Harry sighed. "How about a visual, then?" He got up and looked around. "Say this was the box." He started, pointing to a trunk stashed away in the corner of the room.

"Boy, don't touch that-"

Harry ignored him, opening it up, "So you are, like, in the box, alright? Your thoughts all cramped up in there. And I stand outside –" Harry suddenly peered in, "Say, there's a tied up Moody in here…"

The occupants of the room froze.

"Just thought you might be interested to know, really." Harry continued, inching away from the object, hands up in the air. "Honestly, I wasn't doing this to foil anyone's plans. Again. For the fourth year in a row… Honestly!"

Really, why couldn't he actually have a relatively peaceful school year? Things seemed to be going so well after the Three Tasks, but no-o, he just had to open that trunk, didn't he? It was a bloody trunk for Merlin's sake! How was he supposed to know it would put him in danger again!

The fake Moody flicked his wrist, wand in hand, "Stupef-"

"Expelliarmus!" Dumbledore shouted. "Stupefy." He tied up the imposter with a quick flick of his wand. "Good job, Harry, my boy!"

"Erm… okay."

"What an old fool I have been." The old man continued, "I thought Alastor seemed a little closed minded lately. Who'd have thought that it was because he was actually thinking inside the box the whole time?"

"Actually he was stuffed inside a box..."

The old headmaster didn't seem to hear a word he said, "Ahh, yes, the box is a horrifying thing, my dear boy. That's why all great minds must think outside of it. A bright one she is, that Ms Lovegood."

Harry continued to edge towards the door. "Um, Professor, while that's all fine and dandy, can I just go eat now? Or should I hide under my bed until the last day, since I'm apparently not going to be safe until the school year is completely over and done with."

"Oh, no, run along, Harry. I'll make sure to ask the house elves to check your meals for poisons if you're really so paranoid." Dumbledore said idly, waving his hands. "And be sure to check under your bed for dust bunnies before you go crawling under it." He added seriously.

The Gryffindor opened the door.

"Harry!" a female voice yelled from down the hall. "Where have you been?"

The boy's eyes widened, "Oh, Hermione," he sighed in relief, "you'd never guess. Just hear what happened to me today…"

And the door slammed shut behind him as Harry scampered away.

I saved Moody, happy? Rawr. The End. Really. Don't make me go saving more people.