Werewolf Hunting
Disclaimer: The day I own Harry Potter will be the day that pigs fly...
Begins genetic experiments on pigs to give them wings.
C'MON PIGGIES!
Authors Note: So much for getting more writing done in the holidays so far, hey?
Thanks again to my reviewers! You all deserve a block of chocolate! I give you my permission to go and buy yourselves some!
Chapter Twenty Two: War Of Mind.
Boewyn opened his eyes and screamed. Then screamed a little bit more, then took a breath and screamed some more. That felt better, there was nothing like a bloodcurdling scream after two days straight of virtually non-stop drinking.
The door opened with a bang, and Boewyn looked at Moody who had his wand raised, eyes alert.
"What is it?" He demanded, eyes scanning the room.
Boewyn imitated him, the climbed out of bed and walked over the Moody.
"It's called morning, Al, and that on the windowsill? That's snow."
Moody glared at him, Boewyn gave a radiant grin
"Good Morning Starshine!" Boewyn exclaimed cheerfully
"I see you're feeling better then" Moody noted dryly. Boewyn nodded ecstatically.
"Wonderful" Moody didn't sound like he meant it though. "Well get moving today then. And no more screaming for no reason!" He ordered and made to leave the room, but stopped "and put some clothes on!"
Boewyn watched him leave, then as the Auror was shutting the door shouted; "PARTY POOPER!"
He heard Moody groan in dismay. Boewyn looked around the room in a kitten-with-a-short-attention-span style for a while then made the decision to get dressed. However he purposefully avoided all mirrors until he had a shirt on.
Once dressed Boewyn bounded downstairs, his melancholy demeanour gone and back to his usual slap-happy self.
Moody was already down there glaring into his tea. Boewyn stopped on the bottom stair and looked around the assorted occupants of the bar.
"Occupants of the wonderful Loping Dog tavern, I bid you all Good Morning!" he announced. There was a rumble of laughter in the tavern and one rather loud thump as Moody banged his head on the table. Boewyn bounded over to Moody and patted him on the back of the head.
"There, there, Al. It'll be ok." Moody raised his head and glared at him.
"For as long as you exist, Boewyn, it will never be ok. Nothing will ever be ok, until the day you are festering six feet under."
Boewyn laughed richly. "That day will never come!"
"I'm planning on being cremated"
Moody banged his head on the table again.
"C'mon. I found some things out yesterday, come on."
"Alright!" Boewyn leapt to his feet. "Let's boogie!"
Moody closed his eyes for a moment then made his way over to the door, walking out, leaving Boewyn behind. Boewyn watched him leave, about a minute later the delayed reaction ended and he ran after the Auror.
"So where we headed?" He inquired sweetly.
"North"
"We're going to Paris aren't we" Moody stopped and turned glaring at Boewyn.
"No?" Boewyn queried
"NO"
"Man, you really are a Party Pooper" Boewyn sighed.
"I am not a Party Pooper!"
"Denial is not a good look for you"
"Shut up!"
Boewyn went silent he had decided that he would leave pushing Moody to the point of extremes till later. Who knew how much longer this trip was going to take, why waste a lot of good irritation so early on.
"So what are we looking for once we get north?" He asked keeping innocent
"I don't know, I guess we'll know when we come across it."
"Well that's obscure" Boewyn muttered cheerfully.
"Shut up!"
The two men walked in silence for a while, making their way out of the village and northwards. Boewyn found himself being lost in thought as they walked, he glanced sideways at Moody.
He's so determinded to find the kid. He's willing to go to aby lengths to do it, Boewyn grinned, even put up with me, and why? because Albus Dumbledore asked him too. So many wizards are so devoted to that man it's scary... I don't even know why I am helping...
Because it's the right thing to do
Since when have I cared about doing the right thing?
Need I remind you of a little event which changed your entire profession!
Please don't. and besides what's that got to do with this.
Because it's what she would want
I hate it when I'm right. Ha! But that still doesn't explain why I couldn't do this on my own instead I have a crazy Auror as my erstwhile companion and employer
Crazy? Ha! This is coming from a man who's talking to himself.
So are you
... Shit
Boewyn laughed out loud, Moody turned his head and looked at him funny.
"What? Can't a man laugh out loud hysterically for no apparent reason?"
Moody rolled his good eye with a mutter of 'God help me'
"God's frequently busy, he has a world to run, non-believers to smite, busy, busy, busy."
Moody ignored him.
About time too.
For once we agree on something
Though we shouldn't be talking, it's a sign that we are losing it, talking to ourselves...
What have we got to lose?
... Good point
There was a silence, both in reality and in Boewyn mind. The two men stumped their way through the snow, over a fence and back into the snow again. It wouldn't last long, as the sun rose higher in the sky and the world began to warm up once more. Boewyn pulled his cloak tighter around himself and looked at the snow, which was steadily becoming slush.
"My feet are getting wet again."
Moody made an agreeable noise. Boewyn realised it was an automatic reaction to his voice. Many people got like that after spending a fair amount of time with him. Their mind registered his point and the vocal cords agreed to whatever he was saying. It was nice to have someone agree with him of the mark, even if they weren't actually listening to him. Boewyn lost himself in thought again.
You're right you know.
As a wise man once said; I'm not always right, but I'm never wrong... what was I right about?
About how this is what she would want me to do. Save a young werewolf from peril.
Can you imagine what she would do to us if she found out we had said no.
Boewyn shuddered
We'd be very dead.
He heard a mental sigh.
Saving a young werewolf from peril...
Not exactly a damsel... but it works. Who knows maybe it'll get me some street creed. I WALKED INTO THE FACE OF DEATH AND SAVED A YOUNG MAN FROM A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH. I could make that work.
That and we're getting paid to do this.
DAMN STRAIGHT! I think I'm beginning to enjoy this.
Enjoy it? or are you just relieved that Kara hasn't got a current reason beaten you to a pulp?
Both. Definitely both. Although I'm sure she could find some excuse.
Like you took her bear and slipped it into the cement mixer because it was too cute?
Quiet you.
Fine, but when you get lonely don't come thinking to me... you... us.
Boewyn sighed. Sometimes the mind was a terrible thing to delve in. He amused himself by wondering what it would be like in Old Man Dumbledore's mind. Paying no attention to their surroundings as they stumped ever onwards, walking, as Boewyn had said to himself, right into the face of death.
Authors Note: SORRY! It's taken me ages to write... I have had no inspiration for one... as I have said before I know exactly what I want to happen in the end, but not how to get there. So yeah... that and holidays make me lazy... so much for 6 assignments in two weeks! Now it's 6 in one week... hmmmm... Houston, we have a problem.
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Ask what happens in the end and I'll send Boewyn to sing to you
Boewyn: Any takers? I can do David Bowie!