"Alas! If only Dumbledore had listened to more of your predictions back then!"
Sensing the sorrow that hung over Order of the Phoenix headquarters, Moody let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
Ever since Dumbledore died, everything had changed.
Bill and Fleur's wedding just now had been an especially brutal wake-up call.
Only after losing Dumbledore had they finally realized that the world was no longer as friendly as it had once been. The Order of the Phoenix could no longer keep fighting the Death Eaters as before. When facing Voldemort, all they could do was flee in disarray.
Not even with the Ministry of Magic added to their side.
Scrimgeour had proven that with his life.
The Order of the Phoenix now had no choice but to withdraw across the board, secretly competing with the Death Eaters while protecting Harry in private.
It was not hard to tell from Dumbledore's last words that Harry was the hope and key to defeating The Dark Lord.
Moody was willing to trust Dumbledore, and he was willing to trust Harry too. But he also knew perfectly well that Harry was currently incapable of shouldering the burden of fighting Voldemort. Mr. Anderson before him, on the other hand, was the best possible candidate.
Most members of the Order of the Phoenix had never hoped to gain anything from resisting The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. They merely wished to wipe out The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters completely, restoring peace to the British wizarding world. That was all.
Now that Dumbledore was gone, no one in the Order of the Phoenix could take up that burden. If they did not want to suffer persecution from the Death Eaters, they needed someone who could replace Dumbledore as a guide. And the man before