A/n: Well In my spare time and my unfortunately horrible block while trying to type up Chapter 3 of Hello my name is Harry, I got the idea for Moody's boggart while drinking cranberry juice.

Expect cranberry juice to make an appearance. This is how Moody could've gotten rid of the boggart instead of Molly.

Disclaimer: - enter witty phrase about JKR owning HP 'verse -

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Mad-Eye Mood limped his way towards the room that contained the blasted boggart that Molly had asked him about to check over. Apparently, she was a bit too busy entertaining the guests and clean after wards to get rid of it. He gave a loud gusty sigh but he didn't dare complain to her out of fear she'll cut his supply of breakfast muffins.

Molly's breakfast muffin's are quite good, nothing to joke about, not that he would.

Magical eye trained on the rattling drawer, (it was definitely a boggart) he took out his wand gave it a swish to open the drawer and waited armed.

There stood a perfectly ordinary looking pitcher of what looked like cranberry juice.

Moody growled. He wasn't afraid of being poisoned maybe paranoid but not afraid. He doubled the amount of magic in his eye and looked closer.

Nothing. No glamours, or hidden poisons. Moody suspiciously looked at it, growled and Riddikulus-ed it's arse out of existence and limped away.

Once he arrived at the kitchen he barked at Molly, "Do we have any cranberry juice?"

Looking slight confused, she simply pointed to the pantry. "I hope you don't need cranberry juice to get rid of the boggart." She remarked.

Moody growled, "Just have something to prove."

"With cranberry juice?" She was looking amused now.

Moody growled even louder and decided to answer her question. Couldn't have her taking revenge by cutting off his supply. "My boggart was a pitcher of cranberry juice."

Molly stifled her chuckles and decided to ask Alastor the most important question ever.

"Would you like some ice with that?"

He clanked away in righteous fury muttering all the way about red headed Prewetts.

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Moody eyed the carton of cranberry juice dubiously, before grabbing it and chugging it fast before he thought about it.

He seriously wished he had.

At first he thought nothing happened, but then a gurgle happened in his stomach. It quieted down and Moody was going to pass it off as drinking too much at once.

Then simultaneously the growl doubled in noise and Moody's gnarled face whitened.

He furiously limped to the loo.

He forgot his illness when he was lad. He seriously didn't want his bum to hurt as much as last time.

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A/n: Prewett: That was Molly's maiden name before she married.