His crime, the reason for his being here and the catalyst for her performance, was a horrid truth that had been long covered up, worse than she had imagined and slotted nicely into Dumbledore’s idea of  only  duality; there were no shades of gray. Alastor Moody, once upon a time in the middle of the First British Wizarding War, had murdered someone. They had been aligned to the Dark, a lesser vassal to one of the Great Houses, but it was murder all the same.