Werewolf Hunting

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Note: I didn't like the spelling for one of my latest characters names, so I changed it. Which means that in the last chapter, Boewyn mentions 'Mik' But I changed the spelling of it so in this chapter he is now Mic. (Just thought I should mention it, If anybody cared.)

Chapter Five: Meeting

Boewyn and Moody walked through a small section of trees until they reached a large clearing. The clearing had the look of a field. A large house sat in the middle, looking as though it was trying to hide from view from the world. Moody raised an eyebrow, he had never heard of a wizard living around here before.

But then again…

He turned to look at Boewyn,

I am with a man who lives in an underground town, drinks with a vampire, used to hunt werewolves for a living and is who-knows-what species himself. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the occupant of this house is an orc or something.

Boewyn walked up the three stairs to the porch of the house and approached the door. Moody stumped up behind him. Boewyn looked at Moody out of the corner of his eye.

"If I was you I'd turn of the Auror-spectrum there Al. I can't have you arresting anybody who can help us." He raised his right hand to knock and stopped, looking back at Moody.

"and I would appreciate it if you forgot this place when we are done here."

Boewyn then turned back to the door and knocked. There was silence for a moment and then the door opened. To reveal…

Looks like I was wrong… thought Moody to himself.

The man standing in the doorway looked at Boewyn, there was silence and then the man in the door drew a sudden intake of breath.

"YOU!"

The door slammed shut in their face, they could hear the man screaming 'HIM! HE'S HERE! IT'S HIM!'

Moody blinked, "What was that about" he muttered, more to himself than anything, slipping his hand into his pocket to grab his wand. Whatever that was, he didn't trust it. He looked out of the corner of his eye at Boewyn who was grinning, lips moving as he spoke silently to himself. Moody barely made out the words, 'five, four, three, two, one.'

The door opened a crack and the man that had opened it the first time peered out at them glaring, "you…" he muttered. The door was silently and softly shut again. Boewyn grinned cheerfully and reached out, opening the door and letting them in himself.

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Micah heard the knock on the door and then his assistant go to get it. There was a silence and then his assistant began screaming. Micah looked up from his work. There was only one person who could make his assistant lose it like that.

Boewyn.

Micah wasn't sure what to think, Boewyn was, well, once they had been friends. Close friends, Micah had been Boewyn's… provider for hunting werewolves. Until his own daughter had been bitten and then Micah, in fear for the only family he had left, had severed his friendship with Boewyn. It had been a while since Micah had heard from Boewyn, or off him for that matter. He had just… disappeared. No-one knew where or when, he was just gone…

And now he's back and he's here. Micah thought grimly. His eyes flickered over to his daughter who was pretending to read on the armchair in his work room.

If he lays one hand on her…

He went to go and meet Boewyn at the door, however it seems the werewolf hunter had other ideas and let himself in.

Typical. Micah grumbled silently to himself.

"Micah! Good to see you again. It's been a long time." As usual the man was disgustingly cheerful. That man could be cheerful when he was bleeding to death and at the mercy of a blood-thirsty monster.

"Indeed" muttered Micah.

"and Kara."

The words Kara used to describe exactly how she felt about Boewyn were far from polite and cheerful.

"Nice to see you too." Boewyn replied still cheerful and grinning.

Micah drew a sharp intake of breath when he saw who had accompanied the hunter. Mad-Eye Moody stumped into the room behind Boewyn, his magical eye spinning around taking in everything in the room.

"Mic…" Boewyn started, his voice sweet.

"What do you want Boewyn." Micah asked flatly, when Boewyn used that voice, he wanted something.

"I helping Al here with something" he started, gesturing to the Auror, "I need some stuff."

"Stuff." Micah repeated.

Allow me to congratulate you on your vocabulary Boewyn." Kara muttered bitterly from her chair.

"Thanks!" Boewyn was grinning like a maniac, nothing could insult him it seemed.

"What kind of stuff?" Micah questioned

"Oh, y'know…" Boewyn trailed off.

"No I don't, please be so kind as to enlighten me here."

"Oh, just… werewolf tracking stuff." Boewyn was trying to look disinterested, as if this sort of thing happened everyday.

For him it probably does. Micah thought furiously.

Kara made a disgusted sort of noise.

"I'm not giving you anything to hunt werewolves with, bastard!"

"Now now, that's not nice, Micah." Boewyn chastised lightly, walking over to a shelf where various gadgets sat, he picked one up and examined it. "Besides I never said I was hunting a werewolf. I just need to find him. That's all."

"Yeah right." Kara had gotten to her feet and stalked over to Boewyn. "Why should we believe you? You've hunted werewolves for years! Why should you stop now? You enjoy killing werewolves for money!" She was standing right in front of Boewyn. Moody watching them, could have laughed. Boewyn wasn't exactly the tallest guy around and as such Kara was looking slightly down at him. Boewyn merely grinned. "You don't believe me? That's sad. Where's the trust! What ever happened to trust!"

"Trust?" Micah barked furiously he joined Kara in glaring down at Boewyn, "You lost your trust when you tried to kill my daughter!"

Boewyn blinked as he thought about it for a moment, trying to remember, then laughed "Oh, that. A minor detail. That was a long time ago."

"It was less than three years ago!"

"Years. Micah, the key word there is years."

Micah couldn't take it anymore, he swung, his fist connecting solidly with Boewyn's jaw, causing the man to stumble and fall, landing on the ground with a solid thump. Kara laughed nasitly. Micah turned his head to watch the Auror, who was snickering.

"Ow, ok that hurt." Came Boewyn's voice from the floor, "yeah, yeah that hurt. Ok not good, definitely not good. Ahhh." They all turned to look at Boewyn who was sitting up and rubbing his jaw. "Please don't do that again." He scrambled to his feet, "That hurt" he complained.

"Good, Now get out."

"Mic…"

"No, get out of my house."

"I need your help Mic,"
"Go to hell."

"I'll go later. I'm busy right now."

"Get. Out"

"Help. Me"

"For the last time. GET OUT!"

"Just trust me on this, Micah. I'm not killing anybody, I just need to find this werewolf, it's important that I do. Now you can either give me what I need to find a werewolf or we can sit here and argue some more and everyone in this room knows I can argue all day if I want."

Micah glared at Boewyn, who grinned lopsidedly back.

"You can too." He muttered finally.

"You know it. We've done it."

Micah sighed, "Ok Boewyn"

"All right!"

"You're kidding me right?" Kara blurted out, Micah winced, she sounded furious.

"You're going to do as he says?"

"Kara…" Micah started but she interrupted.

"How can you trust him? He…"

Boewyn interrupted her this time.

"Darl, I can't ask you to trust me, especially not after trying to kill you. However I am sorry for that. I'm sorry for a lot of things. But I'll have you know it's been a long time since I last went after a werewolf for profit, and the last time I did, I regretted it deeply. Now, I don't have time to sit around and explain things. I have something much more important to do." He turned to Micah.

"If you please Micah."

"Right, give me a few minutes. I'll see what I can find to help you." Micah left the room. Boewyn winked at Kara, who was staring at him, and resumed fiddling with things on the shelf. Kara walked back to her chair, glancing at Moody was watching Boewyn, looking impatient. After a few moments of silence her father came back, just as there was a metallic sound from where Boewyn was standing. They all turned to him to see him trying to look innocent.

"What?" he asked

"What did you break?" Micah demanded.

"Nothing!"

"Oh really?" Micah questioned

"Yes really."

Micah raised an eyebrow,

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't do anything! You're too suspicious for your own good you know that, Mic? No what have got for me?"

A few things were what he had got, small metal gadgets and whatsits that Moody could make neither head nor tails of. Boewyn however seemed to know exactly what he was looking at, and what they were for.

"Muggles are fantastic." Boewyn announced cheerfully. "They can make something to do anything, right up there with the gnomes." He pulled a thoughtful face. "Well… more down with gnomes, when you think about it, because, well gnomes are rather small, so you can hardly be up with gnomes"

"and you'd know about that wouldn't you?" Micah chortled

"SHUT UP, YOU HORRIBE MAN!"

Micah laughed heartlessly, yet good-humorously.

Boewyn glowered.

"if you're just about done, Boewyn?" Moody prompted, "We could be running out of time."

Boewyn looked up.

"Time for what"

Moody stared at Boewyn.

Boewyn stared back.

There was a long silence.

…

"Oh right yes, yes, yes, of course, got it! Right."

There was another silence.

"Lets go then."

"About time too" growled Moody

They said goodbye and left.

"Now we walk all the way back to Hogsmeade, grab a drink, and find out where the kid disappeared again, and then track the footprints to where the kidnapper apparated, and then work it all out from there."

"Ok then. But we are not stopping for a drink."

"You keep telling yourself that, Al. After all we did come to the decision that I was in charge, didn't we."

Moody looked at Boewyn who was grinning like mad and sighed. This was going to be a headache.

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Back at the house in the clearing Micah was shaking his head. Sometimes he had to wonder about that man. More often then never he found himself wondering were he could get a application form and three signatures to ship him of to a room with rubber walls and white jackets with arms that tie behind the neck. He turned to tidy the shelf with all the gadget on that Boewyn had been fiddling with. He picked one up and it fell apart in his hand.

"That liar! He did break something!"

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Authors Note: This is a little bit longer than usual… strange… interesting… not really…