Werewolf Hunting

Disclaimer:If I owned this… I would write another HarryPotterVerse series, based solely on the Marauders. Because that's the kind of thing I'd do.

Either that or I would have gotten bored and killed off Harry Potter in the first book and then not be rich because of a world famous series I wrote… then I would spend the rest of my life wondering where I went wrong…

And I would have called Harry, Gerald Smith and given him a tail!

(for no reason other then it seemed like a good idea at the time)

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Chapter Twenty One: Judgment

In one part of Britain a man sat alone in a secluded corner of a pub and drank his way steadily into oblivion, trying to forget the unforgivable decisions of his past.

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In another part, three boys awake slowly and grudgingly began to prepare for another day of school, each of them taking a moment to glance at a fourth empty bed in the room. They silently prayed that that the beds occupant would be found safe and sound.

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In yet another part, the owner of the bed drew himself into a tighter ball, shivering on a cold, hard and wet cement floor. He silently pleading that someone, somewhere was looking for him. That he would be safe.

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Little did those five know they had something in common, something they would never expect, and if things went badly for the five, something that they would never find out.

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Around them the world continued to turn, majority of its inhabitants unaware of those five existences in the world and the trouble they faced. They continued their everyday lives without the prospect of them and theirs imminent death and loss hanging over their heads.

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Somewhere, in a place unknown to man and mankind, the scales of fate tipped ever so slightly.

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Boewyn sat unmoving except for those moments when he raised his glass to his lips and drank. Despite some of his best efforts he attempt to forget his past went unbidden and he sunk deep into bad thoughts and memories. She had never told him. He hadn't even been able to confront her, unable to admit to her what he had nearly done. He hated himself for it! He wouldn't have been able to stand her hating him for it.

Boewyn didn't look up as Moody came downstairs early that morning, though he braced himself, waiting for the comment on his drinking so early in the morning. Yet none came. He looked up as Moody sat opposite him.

"Didn't sleep to well?" The Auror asked softly. Boewyn merely grunted. Coherent speech had left him about 3 hours ago and still hadn't returned. Much to his own disgust, Boewyn was considering his drinking habits and the prospect of unreasonably early death. The odds weren't good.

"How much longer till we start looking again?" Moody questioned. Boewyn shot Moody a poisonous glare. He hated people talking to him without a good reason to, especially when he was currently working on switching his blood with alcohol and trying to liquefy his brain at the same time.

"Is another day fine with you?" The Auror asked. Boewyn gave another grunt and stared back into his drink.

"Right." There was an awkward silence. Boewyn had a feeling the Auror was trying to be nice. At this present point in time and alcohol you could have been the nicest, cutest, most innocent creature on the earth and Boewyn would wish you a slow and painful death.

"I'm going to go have a look around this place." Moody finally said, Boewyn wondered if he actually cared. Moody left. Boewyn decided he didn't. Boewyn wished the sign outside the building would land on Moody and drive him all the way to hell.

Naturally it didn't.

Boewyn was planning on having a very bad day by choice.

It was working.

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On the other hand this was one of Remus' better days of captivity. So far he had had no robed visitors. This so far meant no trip to see the Dark Lord and no staring down the end of the Dark Lord's wand. Yes indeed, this was definitely turning out to be quite a good day by recent standards. Remus could even move slightly without being in agony.

There was only one problem with being left alone like this. Remus had to deal with himself. Unbidden the thoughts started. When the Dark Lord sent for Remus and he was tortured, he was in too much pain the think, but now he was alone and the pain while not gone, was easing. And Remus was stuck thinking every worse case scenario his brain could come up with.

And his brain could come up with a lot.

Being a werewolf did that to you, especially when you were younger. It foreshadowed everything you did. Every time you looked someone who didn't know in the eye you wondered about it, every time you walked down the street surrounded by normal people, every conscious moment before and after the full moon. Even with the people who did know. You always found yourself wondering if people knew, or guessed, or cared, or secretly hated you, or if they had told anyone, or what they would do if something happened to you, or if they would blame you if something happened to them, or what would happen if you escaped your prison that you hid in when it was time. It always haunted you, no matter what. Even if you were in your own home when the date was as far from the full moon as was possible, you found yourself staring into nothingness and thinking, degrading yourself, daring all your beliefs and it was horrible.

In the darkness Remus gave a whimper. A solitary tear fell down his face cutting a track in the dirt as he gave in to those very thoughts.

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James, Sirius and Peter spent the day in classes. They too were battling their inner thoughts, just like Boewyn and Remus were. Each day that passed they lost a little more hope in Remus being saved and lost a little more trust in those who were, according to Dumbledore, 'making the best efforts they possibly could' to save him. The three were silent and withdrawn each and everyday, the other students had noticed by now, many still deciding that they were planning something big, others coming to the conclusion that maybe they were growing up. Those who asked about Remus' disappearance were told the same thing, 'Remus' mum was extremely ill. Remus had to go home to be with her. Just in case.' Students didn't question what the 'just in case' meant.

The three marauders stared moodily into their dinner that night, barely eating. It had been sixteen days since they had seen Remus last. James looked up to see Lily watching them, when James met her eyes, she gave a weak smile she knew what was bothering them. James barely managed a smile back. The three boys gave up on their dinner and went to bed early. As usual they automatically checked the long empty bed in feeble hope.

Nothing.

That night, all of them had trouble sleeping. They were silently hoping that Dumbledore would come in and give them news on Remus. Although a large part of them didn't, they had a feeling that any news they got from now would be bad.

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The night grew the coldest yet, and slowly snow gently began to fall.

By midnight the snow was falling much harder then ever.

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In that place unknown to man and mankind the scales of fate tipped even further.

Auhtors Note: I felt a deep and meaningful chapter was in order.
Instead I wrote this.
Hope it suffices for you all!

Oh. And I just started my holidays! Yay! More time to write. The only problem I can see is the total of 6 assignments which I have only two weeks to complete!

I DO HAVE FAITH IN THE SYSTEM!
(I only wish the system had faith in me!)

Next chapter! Boewyn and Moody hit the road again! Join them in their perilous journey to save our werewolvian friend; Remus!