Werewolf Hunting
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Authors Note: Sorry it's taken me a while to update again folks. Been busy. Still here is the next chapter. Waiting to be read, and reviewed hint hint
Thank you as always to my reviewers!
Oh and yes I have broken the 'ing' titles tradition I have had... tear I ran out of relevant 'ing' words so...
9th day...
Chapter Sixteen: here we go again
Boewyn ran his fingers through his very wet hair.
"That was fun!" he cried triumphantly
"Loads" Moody grumbled
"And this time it wasn't my fault we had swimming lessons!" Boewyn laughed delightedly.
The sky was relatively dark bar for the half moon and the stars. Boewyn sat down with a squelch on the rivers' edge.
"Well, nothing to do until morning then, now that we haven't got the slightest idea where we are. Or which direction we are in, or any leads to where the kid is." Boewyn lay back and stretched, putting his hands behind his head and looking at the stars.
"Might as well give up and go home. By the time we work out where we are and all, we'll probably be out of time." Boewyn sighed, "Pity really"
"I am not going to give up" Moody's voice was threatening.
"What will it take to make you give up? The realisation that this search is hopeless? That we are very lost? That the kid hasn't got a chance in hell of being saved by only two people? Especially if this Lord Thingy has his way, which I have a feeling he does. There is no chance that we are going to find him! JUST GIVE UP" Boewyn's voice had risen to a shout.
"I WILL NOT GIVE UP!" Moody shouted back
"WHY NOT?"
"BECAUSE HE STILL HAS A CHANCE! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU SCREWIN AROUND WE COUOLD HAVE FOUND HIM BY NOW!"
"YOU WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN ANYWHERE WITHOUT ME!"
"I WOULD BE TWICE AS FAR WITHOUT YOU"
"Ok, I'll go back home then." Boewyn's voice was suddenly normal again.
Moody blinked, thrown off guard by this sudden change.
"Huh? What?"
"You don't want me. I'll return to the underground. I've got over a week of booze to catch up on. I'm under my totals. If I don't sustain the right amount of booze... well... you don't wanna know!"
Moody's eyes narrowed.
"That's all this is about isn't it? About your boozing issue?"
"Boozing issue? I do NOT have a boozing issue. More of an infatuation. I'm passionate about alcohol. It's a gift. It's an art form. It takes a human being of unique skill to make such a thing as alcohol. Humans have been doing it for centuries, millennia even. Everyday an aspect of the alcohol world is improved, making it even more perfect than it already is." Boewyn's eyes had gone misty.
"You're drooling" Moody noted.
"And you aren't? Al, baby! Don't tell me you don't enjoy the odd drink... or two..."
"Or six?" Moody muttered bitterly.
"See there you go!"
"Fine if you want to leave, go. But I'm still searching for the kid."
"How noble of you"
Moody sat gruffly on the ground and began to prepare for sleep. He'd resume searching tomorrow. Maybe he'd head back towards Hogsmeade and begin searching again.
"You know what, Al?" Moody groaned in dismay,
"Weren't you leaving to booze yourself to death or something?"
"I'm asking you something."
"Fine! What?"
"I'm beginning to like you." There was a thump as Boewyn sat down too. "So I think I'll stick around and help you some more."
Moody sat up suddenly.
"What!"
"It's kinda fun y'know. All this searching. It's been a while since I've hunted werewolves. I forgot all about the thrill of the search and the chase, hunting the hunters."
"It's not the same thing" Moody grumbled
"Oh it is." Boewyn lay down, shifting until he got comfortable. "I'm still hunting the hunter. It's just a different type of hunter to what I'm used to."
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'Al" a voice whispered softly.
"Hey, Al." Moody tried to ignore it.
"Al, wake up." Moody ignored this too. Thankfully Boewyn gave up. Or so Moody thought...
"WAKE UP ALASTOR EUGENE MOODY!" Boewyn shouted at the top of his lungs. Moody shot upright.
"How the hell did you know that?" He demanded. Nobody knew his middle name... Nobody! Boewyn was smirking at him.
"It was written on your underwear" Boewyn replied sweetly.
"What?" Moody strained to think of whether or not this was true, the only thing that stopped him from checking was his dignity. The last thing he wanted was for Boewyn to see his checking his underwear for his name.
"Only joking." Boewyn chortled.
"That doesn't explain how you know!" Moody growled threateningly.
"I live in the underground, Al" Boewyn said as though it explained everything.
"And what has that got to do with me?" Moody questioned
"People like you, and the old man and the minister for magic etc etc. You all have a reputation in the underground. We all learn as much as we can about all you important folk, just in case we need it at some point."
"Why would you need it?" Moody had to admit that he was slightly curious.
"Oh you know, early morning wakeup calls, blackmail. The usual sort of stuff. Nothing major."
Moody rolled his eyes. Sometimes he had to wonder about the underworldians, they were a strange lot.
"We should get moving." Moody sighed,
"YES!" Boewyn shouted, "Let's sally forth and rescue yon werewolf from the hands of death himself! None shall stop us in our quest of good will and honour! All those who stand in the way of us shall be thwarted! Us; saviours of those who need saving! Protectors of those who need protecting. We fight for those who cannot fight for themselves! We help those in need of help! We are Alastor Eugene Moody and Boewyn Tobias Bennet, heroes of all who are in need of one!"
"Ok, the enthusiasm can stop right now."
"Yes, Al Eugene Moody!"
"And quit with the Eugene."
"No, Al Eugene Moody!"
The moment this search is over, I'm going to need a very long holiday. Moody thought exasperatedly.
"I suggest that we walk... that way..." Boewyn pointed in some direction. "Until we reach a town and then well work something out from there. Over drinks!"
Moody didn't argue. After putting up with Boewyn for so long, he felt like he could do with a drink.
It took them three days to walk all the way to the nearest town in the direction Boewyn had pointed. If they had gone in the opposite direction to where Boewyn had pointed they would have found a town in one.
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James, Sirius and Peter all sat in a skulky corner in the library. They still had no word of Remus, but they refused to give up on him. Remus was not a quitter no matter what. He was strong, he was brave and he would be ok. The three boys told themselves this everyday in the hope that if they did it enough Remus would be there. But he never was. The three were trying to drown their sorrows in books and homework, with very little success. Suddenly there was a bang as a large book was dumped on the table. All three boys leapt out of their skin as they spun to see Lily, looking very stern. Her eyes were narrowed and focused as she stared at each of the three in turn.
"Right then." She hissed. "I know something is up, Remus would never miss so much school. Or leave without reason. I know you three are lying to me and everyone else who asks where Remus is gone. Now, I know you lot know where Remus is, or at least have some idea. You are going to tell me exactly where he is. Now"
The three exchanged a look, then as one looked at Lily. James sighed,
"Not now." He hissed. "Not here. Later, in private, meet us in the common room tonight, at midnight. We'll take you somewhere where we can explain things."
Lily eyed them suspiciously. "If this is some trick." She threatened.
"No tricks, especially not about something like this. Just be there." Sirius whispered.
"Fine." Lily whispered back. Then she left, feeling slightly triumphant.
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Remus gasped as pain drummed through his entire body, he couldn't move and not because he was bound. Every bone and muscle in his body ached beyond belief. He had no idea how long it had been anymore. Time was blurred together in a seething mass of endless pain and despair. Everyday the Dark Lord sent for Remus, everyday he asked for Remus to join him, everyday Remus refused and everyday Remus was tortured.
The young werewolf gave a shuddering gasp as pain shot through his body once more. He closed his eyes trying to will the pain away to no avail. There was nothing he could do. He was scared, cold, in pain, and losing hope...
Nobody cares I'm gone he thought, I'm going to die here...
And even if they do care... they'll never find me, nobody will ever find me. He will ensure that they don't.
Behind him he heard a dull thud as the door was opened forcefully. A pair of hands grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. They dragged him out his prison and down the hall towards to now familiar door.
Here we go again... Remus thought mournfully.
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