Werewolf Hunting

Well chapter three. I've been informed that the title is a good one, so it's not gonna change no more. Thank you Leonew! My one and only reviewer!

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the HarryPotterVerse… only this plot. And I only own Boewyn too.

Chapter Three: Seeking

Remus awoke with a start, gasping as piercing pains shot up his left leg. His head throbbed as he struggled to remember what had happened.

Hogsmeade… Sirius, James and Peter went to Zonko's and… and I heard someone come up behind me… and then… what?

Remus went to raise his hands and rub his head in an attempt to ease the pain, but found he could not. Thick ropes bound his wrists tightly cutting slightly into the skin. Remus raised his eyes from his hands to his surroundings. Shadows lurked around him, clinging to the rooms corners. The only light was a globe which glowed, casting an unnatural light around the room. There was a chair and table, both were simple and made of plain wood. There were no windows and the door was large with a massive heavy lock made of what appeared to be brass. The rest of the room was bare. Remus shuddered, the room was freezing.

It was then that fear gripped the young werewolf. He was trapped. He had no idea he was, or how he got there. He was wandless, making him defenceless. He was bound, and locked in a room with the only escape route being the door, which was locked. Remus shook with fear, as he struggled to find an explanation as to why he was here.

Why would someone capture me? I'm not important or anything.

He continued to shake with fear. One question plaguing his mind, a question that would haunt him until he found out the answer.

What's going to happen to me?

A tiny part of Remus hoped he wouldn't find out.

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Moody watched Boewyn pace the sodden street in Hogsmeade. The hunter had insisted that they go there first so he could check things out. For the past half an hour now he had been pacing around Hogsmeade, staring at the ground, looking up at the trees and the buildings apparently 'taking it all in.'

"Shit" Boewyn shouted suddenly.

"What?" Moody asked. He must have found something. Even if it was bad news it was still a lead to something.

"My feet are wet."

Moody blinked deflating slightly.

"You're feet are wet." Moody repeated dully.

"Yup"

"and what has that got to do with all of this?"

"All of what?"

"This! Looking for Lupin? Remember?"

"Looking for who?"

Moody was beginning to reach the end of his tether.

"The werewolf, you idiot!" Moody half-shouted. He was lucky it was after dark so there was no one around to hear him. Or least, no one who cared.

"Oh him... Nothing really, I just hate getting wet feet."

Moody sighed and unhooked his hip flask from his belt, taking a sip. Of all the people he had to have help him, it had to be this guy.

Boewyn shook his left foot, pulling a disgusted face.

"I hate getting wet feet. I really do. You watch, I'll catch something now."

"How terrible for you" Moody muttered darkly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm glad you agree." Boewyn said cheerfully, still shaking his feet trying to get the water off his boots. He put his foot down and began to walk towards the far side of Hogsmeade, after a moment he stopped and looked back over his shoulder at Moody.

"You coming or what, Al?" he called still irritatingly

Moody growled, "I think I liked you better drunk and half-drowned" he muttered under his breath however Boewyn heard him anyway and laughed loudly.

"Y'know what's funny? My mother used to say the exact same thing."

"I really wish your mother had beaten you over the head a few times when you were child."

"She did, excessively. It got to the point where I thought it was a game."

Moody blinked, "Really?"

"Oh yeah. I loved my mum."

Moody had finally caught up with Boewyn who was still walking in the same direction.

"We should find somewhere to stay tonight and keep investigating tomorrow." Informed Moody feeling he needed to gain control of the situation again.

"You're the boss"

The two made their way to the Three Broomsticks and Moody ordered two rooms for the night whilst Boewyn looked around nonchalantly.

"It's been a long time since I was above the surface." He stated cheerfully, "Do you know how long?" he asked Moody.

Moody sighed and decided to humour the man, "How long?"

"I dunno, that's why I asked you, Al"

Moody rolled his good eye. His magical eye whizzing over the many occupants in the room "You have the intellect of a five year old."

"Mother used to say that too!" Boewyn laughed.

"I'm going up to bed" Moody growled once he had the keys. He gave one to Boewyn. "that's yours. Don't loose it!"

"Gotcha" said Boewyn distractedly, looking curiously around the pub.

As Moody made his way upstairs to the rooms he stopped, and turned back to face Boewyn, "And no drinking! I need you sober."

"Gotcha again" came the reply.

Moody knew there was little chance of the idiot doing as he was told and went to bed, hoping to get some sleep while he could.

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Sirius, James and Peter had spent the entire day keeping to themselves, being unnaturally quiet and well behaved. The teachers knew the reason had to be because of their friends' disappearance, however the students who were used to Remus disappearing with no explanation couldn't understand it. Many of them had decided by the end of the day that they were planning one of their larger scale pranks and made silent vows to stay as far away from the Marauders as possible of the next few days. This suited the boys just fine, they were not in the mood to speak with anybody, worried about their friend and his well-being.

James sat awake on his bed, that night, shortly after tea James, Sirius and Peter had seen who they guessed were Remus' parents, Dumbledore had greeted them solemnly and led them away, no doubt to his office. James remembered the look on their faces, the sorrow and loss that was there.. With a sigh James crawled under the covers of his bed. Mad-Eye would find Remus, his father had always said that Mad-Eye was the best Auror in the business. If Mad-Eye can't find Remus. James thought, No one can.

Authors Note: There's another chapter out. Hoorah! Be pleased with me, I am supposed to be doing an assignment right about now… Shifty eyes