I Cry you a River of Red Tears

Chapter 3

Weretosia-87

August 5

This search is pointless. All of our leads are exhausted, and now our damned bus broke down too. So, here we are sitting fifteen miles away from what has to be one of the smallest cities in Wisconsin. What was this diner called again? Country Roads? God, that was a perfect name. Foods not bad though.

Sirius

I put down my muggle pen and stretched. Motioning the waitress over, I asked for more coffee. Nasty as it was, it was still better than nothing.

"That stuff'll kill you," Hermione teased dryly from across the table, mindlessly chewing some toast.

"Then I'll die happy..."

"Have you noticed that the girl over there with the 'I Love Idaho Potatoes' shirt is staring at us?" Remus whispered.

"Yeah. She's been doing it for the last fifteen minutes." Hermione muttered.

She didn't look too dangerous, a little odd perhaps with the spiked brown and blonde hair, but nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, many of Voldemort's most malicious of supporters seemed harmless too. It was best to stay on guard.

"Message for you," the waitress snapped, dropping a peace of paper onto their table, not looking too happy at having to play messenger.

Frowning, I gingerly unfolded the paper and read,

You're the people looking for Moonbeam, right? News has been going on in the underground about you--don't be so surprised. Do you think you could ask about us and NOT get noticed? We have more ears around here than Voldemort. If you want to find her, meet me outside in fifteen minutes--I'll be at the end of the parking lot.

Shadow

I passed the note along to the others to read, taking a deep breath and looking over at the girl in the Idaho shirt. She wasn't looking at us anymore. I felt a chill go down my spine. Could this be some kind of trap?

That was, apparently, what Hermione thought as well. "This is too dangerous. We don't know if she's one of Voldemort's or not."

"Do we have much of a choice?" Remus asked, frowning, "Do you think we'll actually ever find Moonbeam if we're not lead to hi--er, her?"

"The werewolf is right." Snape muttered, looking loathingly at Remus for having the audacity to be right.

"We meet her then?" I asked, glancing around at the various faced that had just accompanied Miss Shadow over at her table.

A series of half-hearted nods agreed.

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I Cry...

Chapter 4

Weretosia-87

'I can't believe we're doing this...' I thought as I trudged along behind Sirius and the others. This was so overly foolish! In all likeliness, this was a trap. Well, at least we outnumber her...

Our rendezvous, Shadow, looked up form the seat of her black convertible and nodded to us. A convertible. Well, that was definitely inconspicuous.

"Get in, I'll take you to the HQ."

Sirius and Remus exchanged worried glances as they clamored into the backseat with Snape, leaving me in the front.

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"Honey, we're hooooooome!" Shadow, or Lacey as she reeled her true name to be, sang out brightly as she bounded through the doors.

HOLY HAVEN! THIS WAS HQ?

I gulped as I stared at the building ahead of me. It looked more like a castle. A very well hidden one, but a castle none the less. As we had been driving up, it appeared to be nothing more than an old barn. I have to admit, these people were good at hiding.

"This is only the temporary place." Shadow explained as we followed her inside, "We decided to put it here for the time being so you could come. Moona's been dieing to meet you." her smile got extremely wide, and slightly creepy.

"Lookie, Shadow is back!" Shadow was nearly tackled to the ground as a mass of orange colored hair pounced on her.

"Hi Gabby. Where's Moona?"

The younger girl grinned madly, pointing behind her, "She's beating the crap out of Wulf. You should see Wulf fight with that sword."

"She's not that bad," another girl retorted, coming down the stairs to our right, "it's just that Moona's had more practice."

"Oh, Skye, you're such a goody." Gabby muttered rolling her eyes.

"I am not!"

"Are too! NYAH NYAH!"

I noticed he look on Hermione's face as she whispered, "THESE people are warriors?"

"We're tougher than we look."

I nearly jumped out of my robes as I turned to see yet another girl enter into the hall. This one having a sword hanging from her hip.

"That one there's Wulf." Shadow explained, sitting down on the ground with a dull thud.

"Moona'll be a while, we accidentally blew up some statues..." she said, eying us curiously.

"These are those nuts who are looking for Moona."

The other three girls blinked in surprise, then laughed.

Hermione glared at them and exclaimed, "We are not NUTS."

"Sorry," Lacey grinned, "that's just what we call people who search us out. You see, they'll never find us unless we find them. Well, how about we go done to the diner hall until Moona's done?" She didn't wait for our answer as she proceeded to lead the odd girls down the hall.

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If you haven't noticed, I've decided to add a slightly comical air to this fic. For those of you who love blood and such, don't worry though. There will still be allot of dark notions.

Next chapter introduces Wrath, Moona, and D-Range