Werewolf Hunting

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Chapter Eleven: Wondering

Moody looked around the clearing they were currently standing in. Well, Moody was standing. Boewyn was dancing. Again. The gypsies had said that this was where they last saw Remus and his captor and after spending the night there with Moody and Boewyn they had moved on, leaving Moody and Boewyn to their search. Moody was trying to think however it was hard when Boewyn was singing loudly.

"It's cold and lonely in the deep, dark night. I can see paradise by the dashboard light!"

"Will you stop that and concentrate on the matter at hand please." Moody grumbled.

"I'll sing something more appropriate then." Boewyn announced cheerily

"No..." Moody was interrupted however by Boewyn starting a new song.

"Awoo! Werewolves of London."

Moody buried his head into his hands. Part of him was wishing he had taken a desk job when he had had the chance to. He had a hunch that dragon handling was less painful than what he was doing at the moment.

"Don't look like that, Al" Boewyn chided

"Why not? I'm on an impossible hunt for a kid werewolf with... YOU!"

"It could be worse."

"Worse? How could it be worse?" Moody wondered aloud.

"I could be making bad puns such as; 'Why so Moody?'" Boewyn laughed hysterically. Moody just stared.

"You need help." He informed the hunter.

"There you go again, channelling my mother. And besides, I did get this so called 'help' once. My shrink quit after one session. Moved to Canada he did. Started a Yak Wash. Can't for the likes of me understand why. I suppose he just liked Yaks."

Moody continued staring. "Yes" he said finally.

"Yak are peculiar animals" Boewyn mused loudly. "Are more than one Yak; Yaks or are they all Yak. A bit like fish and fishes, because no matter how many fish you have, it's never fishes. Just fish. One fish. Six fish..." There was a brief silence then, "I could murder some seafood right now." Boewyn turned to Moody, "What about you, Al?"

Of all the idiots in the entire UNIVERSE, I'm stuck with their leader. May some higher deity take pity on my soul. Moody thought desperately.

Moody glared at Boewyn, the hunter had resumed dancing around with his eyes closed, looking careless. Moody noted that he no longer kept his gun in his bag, but had now belted it at his waist. Boewyn's loose shirt snapped slightly in the breeze, his movements battling it for dominance, his fanged necklace banged against his chest as he danced about. His long hair was tied back, as it usually was. Moody found himself lost in thought.

How on earth has this man survived as long as he has? Especially considering his choice of profession...

Boewyn suddenly stopped dancing, listening closely.

"What?" Moody asked

"Shush." Boewyn hissed, raising a hand for silence. He turned in a slow circle, eyes and ears alert.

"I think..." Boewyn's thought was cut off by a jet of red light bursting through the trees. The stunner narrowly missed Boewyn as he dodged at the last second. Moody reacted, drawing his wand and sending his own stunner in the direction where the first had come from. More spells shot from everywhich direction. Boewyn was too bus dodging to fight back and Moody was having trouble fighting back. They were outnumbered greatly and it didn't help that their assailants kept hidden in the trees. Moody spun, still firing off spells. A beam of light came seemingly out of nowhere, striking Moody in the chest and he was down, the world descending into darkness.

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Boewyn saw Moody drop out of the corner of his eye as he dodged another jet of light. He cursed violently and jumped forwards tucking himself into a ball so he rolled when he hit the ground. His hand grabbed his bag as he dodged another spell. Reaching in he grabbed one of the devices he had gotten from Micah and pulled it out. A few more dodges and he ended up next to the stunned Moody, snatching up Moody's wand he stuffed it into his bag, punching in something on the device in his hand. Then he grabbed Moody's arm and hit the largest button on the device. There was a crack and the two vanished.

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Two kilometres away there was a crack and two men appeared suspended in mid air above a small lake. One of the men cursed violently and the two dropped three meters in the cold water below.

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Lily knew there was something wrong. Remus had been gone for over a week, and while she was used to him vanishing for a few days every now and then this was very different. She could hardly miss the way Potter, Black and Pettigrew had become silent, cutting themselves off from every other student. They had stopped purposefully drawing attention to themselves everywhere they went, stopped cursing everyone that got in their way, Potter had even stopped messing up his hair and asking her out at least once a day! It was puzzling, she couldn't understand it. In fact the only normal thing they had done in the past week was that prank on Snape. She liked Remus, he was nothing like Potter and Black. They sometime studied together, and he was always nice to her, she had every right to be concerned for him. Finally she made a decision to ask Potter if he knew where Remus had gone. She rose from her seat in front of the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room and made her way one of the tables where the boys sat. They didn't notice her at first, so she cleared her throat to gain their attention.

"What's do you want, Evans?" Potter sighed, Lily blinked, Potter had never spoken to her like that before.

"I was just wondering if you knew were Remus was." She said softly. The three boys shared a glance, there was a long silence.

"What's it to you?" Black muttered finally. Lily bristled,

"Remus is my friend too, I was just concerned with the fact that he hasn't been around!" She snapped. Potter sighed,

"He had to go home for a while. His mother's sick and Remus went home to spend some time with her."

Lily nodded, "Thankyou" she said shortly, and then left. That wasn't unusual Remus always went home to see his sick mother, normally he wasn't gone for so long, she must have been really unwell this time. Lily mostly accepted this, except a tiny part of her couldn't help but wonder about the look the boys had shared, as if they were hiding something. She sighed.

If they aren't going to tell me the truth then that's their problem, not mine.

She ruthlessly shoved the worry she felt aside.

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James, Sirius and Peter shared another look after Lily left and together they gathered their stuff and made their way upstairs to their dormitory.

"That was hard." James muttered.

"At least it's believable. He always tells anybody who doesn't know about his, 'furry little problem', that he goes home to see his sick mother." Sirius said

"Yeah" Peter agreed.

"I hated lying to her though. She's right though, she is Remus' friend too. You think maybe we should have told her the truth?" James asked

"No." Sirius replied flatly, "What if someone had overheard? The more people who know the worse this'll be. You never know what to expect from anybody these days. What if a Slytherin found out? Who knows what they would do with the knowledge that Remus is missing."

"You sound like Mad-Eye." James informed Sirius, "CONSTANT VIGILENCE!"

Each of the boys had a soft chuckle at that, but both James and Peter silently agreed with what Sirius had said. You never knew these days.

Authors Note: The first song Boewyn sings is 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light' by Meatloaf. The second is 'Werewolves of London' by Zevon. I felt Werewolves of London was rather fitting...