Secrets
It was a week before the first task of the Triwizard Tournament and the whole school was abuzz with the fact that fourteen year old Harry Potter was the fourth champion. Which was really annoying on its own, but add on the fact that no one seemed suspicious on how Potter even got his name into it. Everyone assumed that he put it in himself since no older student stepped up to putting his name in.
Leo Andrews was quite annoyed with the stupidity of the Hogwarts population. He fiddled with a small piece of paper in his pocket. It was ridiculously easy to snag the paper the goblet gave out, the handwriting was different on each paper, leading Leo to believe that the goblet spat out the paper that was given to it. All Leo had to do was match the handwriting and then he'd know who put Potter's name in the goblet. No offense to Potter, but he wasn't smart enough to put it in himself, and judging from his reaction, he didn't know he was added to the mix.
It was obvious that it was someone that hated Potter. Unfortunately, that didn't exactly narrow it down. A lot people hated Potter, even professors, Snape, Lockhart-. Leo stopped in his tracks. Lockhart hated Potter, Quirrell hated Potter, Moody hated Potter. His nose never lied, the stench of hatred when they were around each other was suffocating. Something bad happened that involved Quirrell and Lockhart, and if the pattern continued then something was up with Professor Moody.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Leo smiled kindly at his defense professor, moving to the side as he waddled on past. Leo's eyes widened and he slapped his hands over his mouth to prevent himself from gagging. He turned towards Professor Moody, who was waddling away, with wide eyes as he processed the horrid scent.
Polyjuice?
Leo couldn't sit still in his defense class, always twitching or fiddling with something. The polyjuice could've been for any number of reasons. They could be learning about it in DADA, or perhaps they're going to be brewing it soon and he visited Professor Snape. Really there are many, many reasons to smell polyjuice on Professor Moody.
He knew his friends were weirded out by his actions, but he didn't particularly care. He didn't trust Professor Moody, and he kept catching the scent of another person even though he knew the scents of everyone in class. A loud thump drew the class's attention away from the lesson. Everyone looked around for the source of the noise while Leo's eyes locked on the small trunk peaking out from behind Professor Moody's desk. Professor Moody quickly redirected the rest of the class back to the lesson, casting a silencing charm on the trunk. But Leo still stared at the trunk, the pieces were coming together and Leo wasn't liking the picture they were making.
Professor Moody wasn't Professor Moody, and Leo was pretty sure that the real Professor Moody was not only that unidentifiable scent, but also the source of that bang earlier.
Leo was the first one out once class was dismissed and he made a beeline for Draco, who was talking to a couple other Slytherins Leo didn't bother to recognize.
"Sorry, I just need to borrow Draco here for a moment," Leo smiled tightly, grabbing Draco's wrist and dragging him to a secluded hallway.
"Leo. Leo!" Draco yelled, wrenching his wrist from Leo's grasp and cradling it to his chest. "What is with you?!"
"S-sorry, I just really needed to talk to you," Leo mumbled, looking towards the floor.
Draco sighed tiredly before gesturing at Leo. "Get on with it,"
Leo took a deep breath before looking up at Draco, eyes shining with determination. "Professor Moody isn't Professor Moody,"
"What?"
"Look I know it sounds crazy,"
"You think?"
"But a couple days ago he bumped into me and I smelled polyjuice! Then today in defense there was a scent that I didn't recognize and then a loud thump came from the trunk in the corner!" Leo was pacing back and forth down the small hallway as he spoke.
"Slow down, how did you smell all of that?" Draco asked, hands up in a placating manner.
Leo froze. "S-smell? Did I say smell?"
"You did. Twice. Leo what's going on?"
"I, uh, you trust me, right Draco?"
Draco was pretty concerned at this point. "I do,"
"Then trust me on this,"
"Leo, I'm going to need a bit more than that,"
"Okay, okay. Uh, so the reason I can, um," Leo fidgeted and stuttered, folding in on himself.
"Leo..."
Leo straightened up and spoke the last words Draco ever expected to hear from his friend. "I'm a werewolf!"