Werewolf Hunting

Disclaimer: Still don't own…

Warning: Some nasty language follows as I curse a HORRIBLE LITTLE MAN!

Authors Rage: STUPID SERVER BITCH! The bloke at my school who controls all the computers (known as the server bitch) blocked under the grounds of recreation/entertainment and sex which means I can't access it at all!

I HATE HIM!

Stupid little man!

It's an outrage! It's a scandal! All those who wish to rise with me against these outrageous actions click you mouse and say "Aye!" (Or leave a review, either way)

Bastard…

I hope he dies a slow and painful death by having a truck-full of computers dropped on him!

And then gets kicked out of both heaven and hell and anywhere else he applies to get into!

Several deep breaths through the nose.

Ok I'm calm. I really am.

Late Authors Note: Wow! Someone likes my story! Dancing. And they like Boewyn

Boewyn: They like me!

X'andirth: Bugger Off.

Boewyn: Bite Me

X'andirth: Is that an invitation?

Boewyn: ... Bye...

Anyhoo! I was told that Boewyn was like a cross between Sirius/Mundungus/Fred/George. I must agree wholeheartedly! I must admit I am quite fond of him. One of my best characters I have made up (I think so anyway)

Thankyou Captain lyd!

Your kind words have given me the inspiration to write more!

On with Chapter Six. In which Sirius and James get mad, Boewyn actually does as he is told (for a change) Moody gets a headache and Remus learns something about his position.

Chapter Six: Fighting

"I haven't seen your little friend around lately" sneered a voice to the Sirius and James' left.

"Piss Off Snivellus." Spat Sirius. He wasn't in the mood for this right now.

"Touchy aren't we?" Snape looked triumphant.

"You want to find out just how touchy Snivellus?" growled James, pulling out his wand, Sirius half a step behind him.

Snape snickered nastily, "Where's he gone then? The vile wolf went rapid? Ministry finally taken a hand in the werewolf's case and done him in for good."

"Shut up!" Sirius shouted, raising his wand and preparing to curse Snivellus to the grave and preferably not back.

"Mr Black, Mr Potter" shouted a voice, both of them turning sheepishly. McGonagall was standing behind them, watching them sternly. "Come with me please you two." They turned and glared briefly at Snape, who smirked back and then followed McGonagall to her office. She let them in first then entered herself, shutting the door behind them.

"Normally I would be giving you both detention, however I can understand that you upset about the disappearance of Mr Lupin. This does not mean though, that you can curse whoever you feel like. If it happens again there will be punishment."

"But Professor! You didn't hear what he was saying about Remus!" James objected

McGonagall looked at them over her spectacles.

"I am aware of that, however no matter what anybody says, you two must learn to control your tempers."

"But Professor! We..." this time it was Sirius who was protesting, yet McGonagall interrupted, "but nothing Mr. Black." She sighed "you two are dismissed. With a sigh the boys rose, they knew better than to try and argue with their transfiguration professor when she looked like that, as they left the room she spoke up once more, "please, try to stay out of trouble."

After they left McGonagall sighed again, she really didn't expect them too, however it was expected of her to say such things, no matter how futile the hope.

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Boewyn had easily and quickly found where Lupin had last been and was moving quickly along the street, following a trail that it seemed only he could see. He was intent on the road beneath his, occasionally stopping to check something on the road, or look at the sky, or the road ahead and behind.

After a while though Boewyn vigilance began to slip and after only a few minutes he began to slow down and shift his attention from the hunt to... something else...

At first Moody thought the hunter was muttering to himself but then his voice raised a little bit until Moody could hear him, "...in short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral." Moody blinked as Boewyn's voice rose to a shout, "I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL!"

Moody groaned, he had no idea what that idiot was singing, and he had a feeling he wouldn't want to know. "Do you have to?" he grumbled, several people were looking at them oddly.

"Oh, loosen up, Al"

"Loosen up? You..." he lowered his voice so no one could overhear them, "A young man has gone missing and you want me to loosen up?"

"Look, Al, if there's one thing I've learnt is you can't be all tense and panicky when doing something like this, it just makes it harder. Relax, stay calm and you can think things through easier, everything makes much more sense then trying to think when the brain is already running on overdrive meltdown."

Moody blinked. Boewyn laughed, "Well, well, well, the great Alastor Moody stumped by the philosophy of a drunk." He laughed again, suddenly stopping, "and speaking of drunk!" he cried cheerfully and Moody didn't have time to react before Boewyn vanished into the Hogs Head. Moody groaned and reluctantly followed him in. Boewyn was already ordering a drink. "What'll you have, Al"

"Nothing" he grumbled, "one of us needs to be sober"

"Al, I would have thought that you'd have noticed by now that I'm never sober. In fact the only time I am sober is when I've gone right through drunk and out the other side. That usually happens after about 3 days boozing straight." Boewyn sighed longingly and adopted a distant far away look, staying like that for a moment, before remembering he had a drink and gave Moody a silent toast.

"Well just drink quickly."

Boewyn saluted with his free hand, "YES SAH!" he barked and then downed the pint of beer in a matter of seconds. He paid and then leapt to his feet, "Let's move it cowboy!" adopting a disgustingly cheerful manner, just as he passed though the door he threw back his head and to Moody's disgust began singing again, "I AM THE VERY BOTTLE OF A PERRIER THAT'S MINERAL!"

"What am I getting myself into..." Moody wondered softly aloud to himself.

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Remus woke with a start as a long bang echoed through the 'room.' The door burst open an two cloaked figures entered. Remus could just make out in the dim light that both figures wore long black robes, hooded cloaks and masks to cover their faces. Remus was frozen in fear, he had no idea who these people were or what they wanted with him, and he really had no wish to find out. His eyes fell onto the open door behind them, despite the fact his wrists were bound his feet were not.

"Oh you ain't going anywhere, werewolf." One of them chuckled and then Remus found himself with a pair of wands pointing at him.

"You won't get away with this" said a hoarse voice, with a jolt Remus realised it was his own.

What am I saying? He screamed mentally to himself.

One of the figures laughed, "Won't we? We'll soon see about that." He then tightened his grip on his wand and hissed one word: "Crucio"

Pain shot through Remus' body, worse than any transformation he felt he ever had endured. It seemed to go on for an eternity before it stopped, leaving traces of it throughout his body. Blackness was filling his vision starting from the outside and making its way in, the last thing Remus heard was one of the men's voices taunting him.

"You will never escape from the Dark Lord."

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Authors Note: Before anybody asks, or in case you were wondering, yes I was watching Gilbert and Sullivan's Pirates of Penzance whilst I was writing this.