Werewolf Hunting

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Chapter Fifteen: ...and screaming

Boewyn looked at the bars on the cage they had been put in. He grabbed one and tried to wiggle it, no luck there.

"Sturdy cage this" he informed the cage's other occupant. He turned to grin at Moody who was still gagged.

"Here let me help you with that." He announced cheerfully and removed the gag. He was met by a steady stream of violent curse words, so he put the gag back. Much to Moody's fury and disgust.

"I'm trying to be nice here and you're being rude. That's not the way it's supposed to work. I say: 'Here let me help you with that.' And then I do and you say: 'Thank you Boewyn' and I say: 'You're welcome, Al.' and then it's all nice and good and friendly like. Now be nice, or I won't ever remove the gag."

Moody glared, a look that would have been much more menacing if the Auror wasn't gagged.

"Now let's try this again." He reached out once more and removed the gag, "What do we say?" he asked sweetly. Moody snatched the gag from Boewyn, "Go to hell!"

Boewyn gave a long suffering sigh. "A little gratitude is all I ask for and what do I get?" he asked the sky.

"You just let them take us!" Moody snapped

"They would have killed us if we didn't go with them." Boewyn said

"They're going to kill us anyway!" Moody sounded slightly hysterical

"True, but at least we get a day or so more to live..." Boewyn suddenly looked thoughtful, making a thinking noise. He moved slightly in the cage and examined the lock on the gate. Moody froze,

"What is it? Is it a way out of here?"

Boewyn turned and looked at Moody, "Huh? What? No! I was just wondering if my mother would notice if I died. She might catch on when I don't come playing the 'good son' and be all nice and caring and then making off with a fair amount of cash."

Boewyn smiled distantly, "I love my mum. She never ever rings the cops. That's what family means y'know?"

Moody buried his head in his hands.

"We need to get out of here" Moody murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

"Yeah, well that's kinda hard considering we are in a, what is that word? Oh yes, we're in a CAGE!" Boewyn wasn't seem too bothered by this however.

"I am aware of that fact, yes."

"Don't look so glum, Al. You should think of this as a learning experience. I mean, we get to see an Orcish sacrifice ritual first hand!"

"You're actually excited about this, aren't you?" Moody sounded disbelieving.

"Hell yeah! Aren't you?"

"You've been Twit of the Month for the past dozen-odd months, haven't you?"

Boewyn just looked at Moody with a vacant, cheerful expression, a large grin on his face. A silence stretched out between them, Boewyn grinning madly, Moody staring at him. This went on for some time. It was Moody who finally snapped. He made an irritated noise, turned and began searching the bars of the cage on his side.

Boewyn gave a wistful sigh and turned to watch the preparations for their execution. Orcs were very ritualistic creatures. They believed everything in purity so on and so forth, brutal – yes, religious – very.

"what are you lookin at?" snarled a voice. Boewyn turned to look into the teeth and bad breath of an Orc.

"None of your business!" snapped Moody. Boewyn sighed; you had to wonder about some people.

"Al, rule number one: Never insult someone who has you at their mercy. This rule applies here and now." Boewyn then turned to the orc.

"Forgive my friend madam. He's a bit of an idiot. But, there's one in every family."

The orc snorted.

"Might I add madam, that you look quite fine on this day."

The orc snorted again, but it was less harsh than before.

"Keep quiet." She ordered

"For you madam? Of Course."

The orc stalked off. Boewyn grinned, "Lovely lady there. They don't make them like that anymore, that's for sure."

Moody rolled his good eye, the other was fixed on the preparations.

"Oh don't be so uptight" Boewyn scoffed, "Relax, it'll all work out right in the end."

Moody made a chocking noise as Boewyn shifting position so his back was to the bars, once he got himself comfortable he closed his eyes.

"These things always do."

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Dumbledore entered his office. He made his way across the floor to his chair behind his desk, once there he sat down and put his head into his hands, rubbing his temples with long fingers.

He had been doing this job for only six years and he had never had to deal with anything like this before. Yes, he had been transfiguration teacher for many years before this, but he had never dealt with anything too important or upsetting.

He looked out his window at the sun which was just beginning to set. He had been at the Lupin's for several hours. He had promised them he would keep them updated on the search for Remus. Today had been the same as a few days ago. He had to inform them that there was no word from the search party, though he was sure they were trying their hardest. He had assured them that he was sure that Remus was still alive, he was a strong lad, he wouldn't give in to anything easily. And so on until he was sure they could manage. Then he had finally returned. It did not know what was worse, facing Remus' parents, or his friends. Almost everyday James, Sirius and Peter would come and see him, to find out if he had any news regarding Remus. He told them much the same as he told Remus' parents. What he told neither, was that the 'search party' that was looking for Remus, was one more than capable Auror and a man who... well... had been more than capable at hunting werewolves. Although considering the past few years Dumbledore had to wonder if Boewyn was capable of coherent thought anymore let alone, tracking werewolves. Dumbledore sighed once more, silently hoping that Moody and Boewyn had made progress, and that Remus was ok.

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"Hey, Al." Hissed a voice, Moody groaned and opened one eye.

"What?" He hissed back. It was dark out, the only light from fires the Orcs had lit.

"Let's move bud." He could just make out Boewyn grinning like a maniac.

"Move where? There's nowhere to move, In case you've forgotten, we are in a cage!" Moody would have shouted but he didn't want to disturb the Orcs in case they decided an earlier execution was in order.

"Out, Al. Where else." Moody opened his mouth to argue, then it dropped open of it's own accord. Boewyn had shifted and pushed the door of the cage, causing it to swing open.

"How? That was locked!" Moody spluttered, shock on his face, he turned to look at Boewyn, who was smirking and twirling a length of metal in his hand.

"Oh you know, just a little skill I picked up." The hunter slipped out the cage door, and stopped, waiting for Moody, for stumbled after him.

"But how?" Moody was still shocked.

"Lock picking, my friend. A sadly misunderstood talent I've always thought. Very handy in some cases."

"Lock picking?" Moody was dumbstruck. "How come you never told me you could do that?" he would have been outraged if he had the emotional space, as it was he was too busy being shocked and awed for anything else.

"You would have looked obvious if you knew we could escape, all smug-like. I couldn't have it. We're just lucky they didn't set a guard on us."

Moody just stared.

"Oh stop that" Boewyn ordered him. "Now we need to get my gun and your wand back, not to mention my other stuff." They had taken Boewyn's bag before they had shoved them into the cage. He slipped into the trees and made his way along until a large hut/hovel came into view. Two guards were outside the door. "No idea how of course, I say we wing it."

"We can't wing something like that!" Moody had finally got his voice back.

"Of course we can, you can wing anything." Moody groaned in dismay.

"Ok, here's the plan. Leaders tent has got two doors, one in back, one in front. We run in the front, grab our stuff and run out back, then leg it." Boewyn looked pleased with himself.

"Got all that, Al. or do you want me to repeat it?"

Moody shook his head, "That's your plan? We'll get killed!"

"We've had a similar conversation before, and I do believe that my answer will be the same this time. We're gonna get killed anyway, so where's the prob? Some people would die to die in a fight, rather than an execution. Some say it's more noble. I thought that would be your thing. To die in a fight for what's right."

"Yes, but..."

'Good. No problems then. Let's go!" Boewyn then ran for the opening in the hovel. Moody, to his surprise, found himself only half a step behind him.

I'm catching his Crazy. He thought helplessly as he ran.

The next few moments were a blur. The guards had been surprised to see two men running towards them and even more surprised that these two men had been caged last time they checked. Boewyn and Moody ran into the hovel before the guards had a chance to react. Boewyn, who had entered first, spotted their weapons and his bag. As he made for them, a shout alerted them of the leader being awakened. Boewyn dodged an axe swing from the leader and lunged for their things, his hands found his gun and the spun firing at the Orc leader who was just behind him with a screaming shout, effectively blowing the creatures face out the back of its head, splattering Boewyn with whatever had been in the Orc head a split second ago. He then grabbed the other things. Moody dodged a sharp sword from the front and an axe from the back. He was never more thankful for his magical eye in moments like these, being able to see who was attacking you from behind was always an advantage.

"Al!" shouted Boewyn, he grabbed his wand from mid-air, and together they made for the back exit. It was blacked by two Orcs, one soon stunned the other shot in the neck. The two men made it out the hovel and ran for it. Making their way into the trees and running as hard and fast as they could without losing their heads on low hanging tree branches. Behind him Moody could hear the sound of Orc coming after them. In front of him Boewyn was laughing like a mad-man, obviously enjoying himself. The Orcs voices were getting farther and farther away, they weren't made for long running especially through trees like these. They were too bulky. Moody watching behind him with his magical eye just in case they were sneakier than expected. Boewyn stopped suddenly, Moody just managing to avoid barrelling into the back of the shorter man.

"Apparate us!" Boewyn gasped, a grin affixed on his face, his eyes shinning with delight.

"Where?" Moody gasped.

"Away!"

Moody heard a shout behind them and decided that now was a good time to do what the hunter asked without arguing and apparated them, trying to get them somewhere a decent distance away. There was a crack and they were gone.

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10 kilometres away there was a loud crack and two men appeared about three meters above a winding river. Two male voices swore violently and breathlessly. A second later there was a splash as two bodies hit the water.

Authors Note: Wooo! Fight scene! Wasn't that fun?

Wooo! Long chapter, my longest so far I think!

Next Chapter: How Remus is handling his situation with the Dark Lord? Also! What are Moody and Boewyn to do? They're even more lost than Remus is! And how will Lily get the truth of Remus' disappearance out of the remaining Marauders? Doom Doom Doom! Find out in the next instalment of Werewolf Hunting. (Donations Welcome)

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