Werewolf Hunting

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Authors Note: Sorry I have sullied my wonderful record of updating about once a day, but I've been busy with school stuff and driving lessons. So, yeah... No recent updates for you. Until now!

Chapter Fourteen: Kicking

Boewyn paced the clearing, an attentive look upon his face. Moody and Boewyn had gotten there a few minutes before, Moody casting a seemingly endless array of spells to ensure that this time, there were no traps. Boewyn was now making a show of 'investigating' the clearing, occasionally making a 'hmm...' sound. After about five minutes of this Moody couldn't take it any more, he opened his mouth to shout at the hunter, but Boewyn stopped before he had a chance.

"This way!" Boewyn cried triumphantly, pointing into the trees. Moody stared,

"What?" Boewyn asked, confused

That way?" Moody questioned

"Yes, that way." Boewyn gave a winning smile, "Trust me, Al."

"Ha!"

"No, Ha! Trust Moody, remember that little talk I had with Micah and Kara? You know that one about trust? Don't make me repeat myself. Now... Follow me!" Before Moody could argue Boewyn marched off into the trees, resuming singing one of his many songs he had stored in his head. Moody sighed and rubbed his temples, this was getting old, very, very quickly.

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Boewyn stopped his forward march about ten minutes from where he started. Moody came up behind him grumbling.

"What's the matter?"

Boewyn looked back at the Auror

"Nothings the matter, I just decided that maybe I should wait for you."

Moody swore under his breath

"You're welcome" Boewyn replied cheerfully. He began walking again, purposefully keeping just in front of Moody so he wouldn't get left behind.

"Can't have us losing you, now can we?"

More swearing.

"Don't be talking like that when we find the kid. We can't have him learning nasty words from an Auror, then going home and repeating them to mum."

Moody made to swear and then thought better of it, shutting his mouth again.

"That's better" Boewyn congratulated.

Moody glared at Boewyn, who really didn't notice, Moody was always glaring at him about something these days, or all days really. Boewyn let his mind wander while he walked, thinking about the Lupin kid and who would want to kidnap a werewolf cub.

"Hey, Al"

"What" came the irritated reply.

"Lets play a game"

"you're kidding right?"

"Nope. OK, so, answer my question alright?"
Moody didn't reply

"Alright?" Boewyn prompted

"Fine, what's your question?"

"Who's a wizard, who likes power, who could influence all manner of species and is quite possibly evil?"

"What are you talking about."
"Answer it!" Boewyn whined.

"Ok! Don't get all childish on me. Probably Voldemort."

"Flight of Death? Well whatever floats your boat. Or whatever creeps his all round creepyness..."

Moody rolled his eyes,

"So I assume with a name like 'Voldemort' this guy's a nice piece of work."

"He's trying to 'purify' the wizarding race"

"How's he doing that then?"

"By killing everyone who isn't pure blood or likes muggles or is muggle born or is half blood, or doesn't agree with his ideals."

"hmm... nice bloke."

"Rumour has it Dumbledore is the only person he fears."

"So there's a bad-ass murdering wizard out there who hates pretty much everybody and only fears the old man?"

"Dumbledore is not an old man." Moody hissed, "He's one of the greatest wizards in the history of wizard kind."

"Al, he's an old man and you know it. He's an old man and he knows it. You can't deny it, he's OLD!"

"He is still..."

"The greatest wizard in the history of the existence of ever, I know, I know. He was that when he was a transfiguration teacher. I mean you'd think that if he's so great he would do something better with his time than teach kiddies how to turn chairs into anteaters and bananas into monkeys and so on and so forth."

"Dumbledore is passing on his knowledge to the next generations of wizards and witches."

"C'mon, he doesn't even teach anymore, he just sits behind a desk and looks important."

"Someone like you wouldn't understand."

"Someone like me, hey?"

"Yes, someone like you."

"You mean a boozing, lazy, irritating, scandalous, son of a gun like me? Wow... wonder how many of them you find around these days. Let's go find us some."

"No let's not, one's more than enough"

"The more the merrier, they say."

"'They' are wrong, especially in this case."

"I wonder if they know you're talking about them like this. Poor blokes. You should buy them all a beer to make up for it, and since they're not here, you can be me all the beers and I'll drink them in their honour."

"You are unbelievable."

"Believe it."

Boewyn watched Moody close his eyes and smirked, Ha, Ha! I win this round, crazy eyes.

Boewyn stopped his mental celebrations when he heard a shout in the trees, he drew him gun. Moody made a similar action to do with his wand.

Then out of the trees came Orcs. Lot's of Orcs. Many lot's of Orcs.

"Shit" Boewyn muttered, lowering his gun.

One of them, Boewyn knew that he was the leader – he was the ugliest, moved forwards.

"Hand over your weapons." It said, it's voice gravely, harsh and barely understandable thanks to all the teeth.

Boewyn didn't hesitate. He threw his gun to the leader's apparent right hand man. Moody on the other hand... raised his wand higher.

The lead Orc looked at him, "Now you"

"No" came Moody's reply.

There was the sound of two dozen odd weapons being drawn.

"Hand over your weapon."

"I will not give my wand to you barbarians." Moody growled

"Al, we are currently surrounded by two dozen Orcs and I'm sure there's no need to add that they are all armed with pointy, sharp objects and are, no thanks to you, very mad. HAND OVER THE DAMN WAND! "

Moody hesitated, Boewyn reached over and smacked Moody upside the head, then snatched the wand, throwing it to the right hand man.

"Here, take it." he sighed, this was turning out to be an eventful week or so.

"You will come with us." The leader mangled the words like a mincer in a butcher's shop.

"No" Moody replied harshly.

The leader looked at Moody then... Boewyn had a feeling he was grinning.

"You will not come with us?" He inquired

"Not on my life"

"In that case..." the leader gestured to the other Orcs. They raised their weapons and came forwards, preparing to kill.

"Woah there boys! Hang on!" Boewyn insisted

"And why is that?" The leader demanded

"Pay no attention to my friend here." Boewyn announced, he took a step towards the leader, lowing his voice to a conspiratorial whisper "he's a bit of an idiot." He saw Moody frown as he struggled to hear what Boewyn said. Boewyn lowered his voice further as he continued to whisper to the leader, "it might be best if he's bound for the journey, it'll be easier to control him that way, he tends to get a little, well... you know..." Boewyn pulled a face, "...when he's under stress. It's sad really."

"The Orc nodded and spoke directly to his 'men'. They grabbed Moody who didn't have time to react before he was roughly gagged and his arms bound behind him.

"Might I ask why we are being taken prisoner?" Boewyn inquired

"You are trespassing on Orc space." The leader growled, a nudge with a blade in Boewyn's back told him to get moving.

"Orc space? I didn't realise this was Orc space. I don't suppose an apology would suffice would it?"

"No" came the short reply. Boewyn was poked again, urging him on, behind him he could hear Moody struggling violently, he turned and wiggled his fingers hello at the Auror, who gave him a glare and swore through the gag.

"So, uh, what's the penalty for trespassing on Orc space?"

"You will be culled in two days as a sacrifice for our king."

"Charming, lovely, wonderful, fantastic..."

"Silence"

"Ok."

Boewyn and Moody were led for half an hour until they reached two human skulls mounted on posts. They walked between them and entered a permanent Orc camp. As they walked into view of the camps occupants a cry went up.

The Orcs were looking forward to this.

Authors Note: Well there we are... another chapter... YAY for me!