Werewolf Hunting

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Chapter Eight: Trouble-ing

Snape had confronted them spent the entire afternoon since their confrontation taunting them about Remus' disappearance. James, Sirius and Peter were at their tether's end and were preparing to make him pay. That night after their confrontation they had spent half of it trying to find an appropriate prank to play on the greasy-haired Slytherin.

"Hey! What about.. no... wait... we've done that before." James muttered

"We need something good. To make him think twice before bad-mouthing a marauder again" Sirius thought aloud

"Something really embarrassing" Peter agreed

James snorted "In front of everybody" The three laughed.

"And it has to be irreversible!" Sirius choked out before laughing again.

"We should change his robes into a dress!" cried Peter, falling off his bed because he was laughing so hard. Sirius soon joined him, the thought of Snape in a dress was too much. James started laughing, before stopping suddenly, his eyes widening, mouth opening and closing.

"Prongs? Something the matter?" Peter had stopped laughing looking in concern at his friend,

"You look like a fish, Prongs" Sirius chortled.

James looked at them then dove for Remus' trunk, opening it and pawing through it.

"What are you doing, Prongs?" Sirius was looking at James as though he had gone crazy.

James gave a triumphant laugh and pulled out a book, he got to his feet and turned the book so Sirius and Peter could see the cover. It read: 'The Ultimate Guide to Pranking – The best record of the best pranks ever pranked.'

"Yes!" Sirius laughed, "I forgot we had it!"

They had gotten the book last year from Sirius' cousin Andromeda as a Christmas gift, unfortunately if any of the teachers had caught them with it, it would definitely get confiscated. So they had hid it in the best and most logical hiding spot – Remus' trunk.

The three boys huddled on James' bed and opened the book, each sporting identical malicious looks.

All of the occupants looked up at the Boys dormitory stairway when hysterical, vengeful laughter came from up them some time later. Everybody in the room gave a collective shudder.

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The next morning the three Marauders seemed in a wonderful mood, making their way downstairs laughing and joking as though they weren't missing one of their number. Just before they entered the great hall for breakfast a voice whispered just in their hearing.

"Heard from the rabid mongrel?" Snape snickered, obviously pleased with himself. James grabbed his wand. He was the best at transfiguration so he had the most chance out of them to get the spell to work.

"Shut up Snivellus" Sirius spat, Snape couldn't see the grin on his face.

"You'll never hear from your little friend again" Snape crowed softly.

James moved, spinning around he pointed his wand at Snape and shouted,

"Letifico rector!"

There was a blinding flash of light, and the sounds of trumpets and whistles blowing, then it cleared, revealing Snape. There was a stunned silence and then the every student who could see Snape burst into laughter, those students who couldn't see ran to see what was so funny.

Snape looked mortified, his school robes and the clothes underneath had been tranfugured into... a cheerleader costume. A short skirt made up of strips of fabric in red and gold colours, thick enough to cover what was underneath the skirt which ended just above his knees, a skin tight red top with the golden Griffindor lion on it, which left a gap between the bottom of the top and the top of the skirt. His greasy black hair was pulled into piggy tails tied with gold and red ribbons, knee high red and gold striped socks and white sneakers. Then to top it all off, pom-poms made in the same style as the skirt tied to Snape's wrists. Snape's mouth opened and closed in horror as he looked down at what he was now wearing. Sirius, James, Peter and everybody else were laughing hysterically. Many of the students clutching their sides as they laughed, some crying they were laughing so hard. The glorious moment wasn't even ruined by McGonagall showing up and shouting for James, Sirius and Peter to go to her office NOW. They took their detentions without complaint. It was well worth it, especially as Snape was forced to go thorugh every lesson in his new look. The spell was on him, not his clothes and so every time he changed, so did his clothes. It helped that none of the teachers could work out how to reverse the spell.

The three marauders had to agree as they got ready for bed that night. That prank was going down as history as one of the best they had ever pulled.

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Boewyn sat down with his drink at a table hidden slightly in the dark. He felt a slight pang, wishing he could be having drinks with Markus. The vampire was a fun guy, especially after a few drinks. Boewyn shook his head and took a deep drink, feeling the warm fuzz of alcohol filling him. He sighed happily, and took in the conversations around him. He feel into the old habit, taking in the conversations around him, something he hadn't done since his werewolf hunting days, when he had to find the werewolves before he could hunt them.

He had made it through one drink and started on another, hearing nothing of interest when the door opened and a large, burly man entered.

Oh dear.

Boewyn looked down at his drink, hoping the man wouldn't see him there. In his time he had made more than his fare share of enemies, both muggle and wizard alike, and many of those enemies held grudges. Especially that guy. However it was proved to be a futile hope five minutes later when a shadow was cast on the table. Boewyn slowly looked up, and up until he met the man's eyes.

Ok Boewyn, stay calm. Ok? C.A.L.M. Calm.

"Can I help you?" Boewyn asked sweetly

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" The man growled, looking slightly confused. "You look familiar to me."

"Noooo..." Boewyn started, drawing the sound out, buying time. "I don't think we have."

"Are you sure?" the man was eyeing Boewyn's face closely, searching for some familiarity.

"Yes, quite sure" If I'm lucky he's forgotten me. Turns out today Boewyn was so lucky when the man went to leave but then froze. Boewyn quickly skulled what was left of his drink. The man gave a vicious growl and spun around, grabbing Boewyn by the shirt and lifting him easily into the air, pulling him right up close to his face.

"You..." the man growled softly, Boewyn whimpered, "Stole my bike, and totalled it."

Boewyn gulped and then forced a smile "ah right, yes, so I did. Err... sorry about that." Trying to keep his voice sweet, nice and cheerful.

"You are going to pay." The man's voice was dangerous and promised ill for Boewyn, who was considering his options. Run, was at the top of the list, but that kinda hard since he was a good foot in the air.

I wish I was taller... Boewyn thought wistfully, that would come in handy right about now. Boewyn looked into the man's face. It was like looking in the face of a junkyard dog that had been hit by a bus.

Oh what the hell, he's gonna kill me anyway.

Boewyn raised his right hand swung it at the man's face.

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Moody heard the crash and the shouting from the far side of town. Turning he ran towards the sound. Stopping outside the pub, the sounds were coming from inside. Reaching into his pocket he grasped his wand and slowly cautiously entered the pub. Just as he did a chair hit the wall next to him and burst into splinters. Moody stared at the scene before him, it seemed everybody was fighting everybody else and right in the middle... Moody groaned,

Of course he's part of it, He thought desperately, He probably started it.

He watched as Boewyn ducked a punch from the man he was fighting, who was a good foot taller than him. The threw another punch, catching Boewyn of the side of his face, Boewyn dropped but, just as Moody thought he was down and going to stay down, he rolled onto his back and kicked out with his feet, kicking the man just above his knees. The man paled and dropped with a yell, Boewyn rolled to his feet and ran for the door. Moody didn't have time to react before Boewyn grabbed his arm and dragged him out, down the street and down a side alley next to the pub. Moody looked at Boewyn. The hunter had a swollen and cut lip, blood running down his chin, his right eye was already bruising and another cut lined his right temple. Even worse was the fact that Boewyn looked like he was having the time of his life.

"That was fantastic!" he chortled delightedly, "I haven't been in a bar fight like that for years!" Boewyn danced in a little circle.

"I'm very happy for you" Moody sounded far from it, "now c'mon we're going to Langley."

"Not Paris?"

Moody gave a loud and frustrated growl.

"I was only checking!"

They apparated out

Hours later they were still looking for Boewyn, the man who he'd been fighting with determined to find him. It was no surprise they never did.

Author's Note: Snape's got spirit, Yes he do. Snape's got spirit, How 'bout you? (!) lol

'Letifico rector' mean 'cheer leader' in Latin – In case you're interested.