Werewolf Hunting

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Chapter Twenty Three: I am the Walrus

"I am the eggman, they are the eggman, I am the walrus, goo goo goo job!"

Moody grumbled as Boewyn cheerfully sang away. They had been walking for several hours now, and after Boewyn's distant and relatively silent beginning, he had now resorted to singing once more. Moody had purposefully shoved Boewyn back about two feet so he could ignore him as best as possible. It wasn't really working that well.

"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together"

"Will you stop that, I'm trying to think!" Moody really couldn't take it anymore.

"Ok, but you know what they say; music is the key to the soul. That's why you never sing around Dementors"

Moody stopped suddenly and then spun to face the hunter.

"WHAT?"

"True fact. Dementors are more attracted to you when you sing"

"Where'd you learn that shit then?"

"Language old chum. It's common knowledge, Al. Dementos want you soul, music is the key to the soul, ergo, when Dementors hear you signing they come a-runnin... err... well gliding, or whatever their act of motion is called."

"You're stupid you know that?" Moody said flatly

"Think about, Al. I mean it really think about. Some cold, harsh night years from now you're going to be lying in bed and suddenly... it all makes sense."

"I hope so, because you sure as hell don't."

"I make a point of never making sense, because then people can figure you out."

"Right" Moody said slowly, then turned around and began walking again, Boewyn spoke up from behind him again.

"You say it yourself, Al. CONSTANT VIGILENCE!" The last part was shouted. Moody rolled his eyes and then jumped as Boewyn caught up and, with some diffuculty swung an arm around Moody's shoulders he continued in a soft voice. "You never, ever want people to understand you, because then they can take that understanding and use it against you." Boewyn theatrically looked left then right, his eyes narrowed. Then his face lit up, "isn't this great? You're rubbing off on me! I was never this paranoid before you came along!" Boewyn gave Moody a hug, "Awww... It's so sweet"

"Get off me" Moody ordered. Boewyn hugged him for a bit longer, then let go.

"Just trying to be friendly" he then bounded ahead of Moody, jumping around like a child who's been trapped in a car for an hour and has finally gotten out.

"GOO GOO GOO JOOB!"

Moody covered his eyes with one hand. Sanity obviously didn't come in the box when Boewyn was sent return fare to his mother...

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"I am the walrus" muttered Sirius as he stared unseeingly at his transfiguration homework.

"You are the what?" James demanded, looking up from his potions essay, confusion etched onto his face

"The walrus, Jimmy, I am the walrus." Sirius didn't look up from his parchment

"Rriiight..." James dragged out the word for as long as possible.

"Why a walrus?" Peter asked, confused.

Now Sirius looked up, he too looked confused now.

"You said you were the walrus. Why a walrus?" James had a feeling this conversation was going to get nowhere,

"because all the albatrosses were being used already" Sirius retorted.

He got identical blank stares from his companions

"It's a song you idiots! Oh Jeez, where's Remus when you need him, he understands me!"

"No he just has the good sense to agree with you and not ask questions because he knows it'll turn into a conversation like this." James said

"That, and he knows one of us is bound to ask anyway" Peter pointed and himself and James.

"Huh" Sirius turned his head away from his companions. "That's not true, I laugh at you both. Remus understands everything I say and do."

"Don't make me sick into my own scorn." James chortles, "Not even you understand three quarters of what you say and do."

Sirius couldn't come up with a witty retort in the space of thirty seconds which was the legal time one could retort and get away with it. After that, all retorts are null and void.

Instead he stuck his nose in the air and 'harumphed' disdainfully. He heard James and Peter high five each other. It was very rarely when one of them managed to out-retort Sirius and so when they did it was always a recorded achievement.

All three went silent then it was painful talking about Remus. Dumbledore had once again informed them that there was still no word from Moody and no word of the whereabouts of Remus. It had been 17 days since he had disappeared, and the boys were losing a little more hope each day.

They traded a glance and gathered up their stuff, they were such good friends that there was no need for words, only actions. They made their way into their dormitory and sat down on floor, shutting the door and as an extra precaution putting a silencing charm. They sat silent for a while, none of them wanting to say what was on their minds. Sirius fiddled with the rug.

"What if they never find him?" Peter finally sighed.

"They will" although James' voice didn't have the same affirmation which it had 17 days ago.

"But what if he's... dead" the last words was barely a whisper and it was only because the dorm was chillingly silent how the other boys heard it. Denials rolled off the back of both James' and Sirius' tongues. Nearly three weeks ago they would have laughed and called Peter an idiot for even thinking such things, but now...

"I wish there was some way we could help find him" Sirius growled, pulling a thread of the rug out viciously.

"Me too" James and Peter said in unison. They were so upset there wasn't even the customary glace and laugh that was normally shared when two of the group said the same thing at the same time.

There was another silence; one that could make a graveyard sound like it was having a party.

James got to his feet and went to his bedside table, looking at a picture of the four boys back in second year, his eyes swept sideways and a small calendar caught his eye. His picked it up.

"Only nine days till full moon." He noted aloud.

"Let's hope they find him before then, he shouldn't have to face a full moon alone" Sirius announced. Peter nodded vigorously. James sighed and put the calendar back.

"Yes" he agreed, his voice however, was doubtful.

There was a thump as Sirius fell back onto the floor, staring at a small burn on the roof caused by a rogue firework that had escaped before a prank once. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"I am the walrus"

Authors Note: Nothing really exciting, just placement for later chapters. So yeah... things are beginning to get a bit repetitive when it comes to Sirius, James and Peter. And so are the scenes with Remus in them. Don't worry they will all get bigger parts... later... maybe... if I can think of something... which at the moment I am having trouble doing... damn writers chunk...

I updated sooner for you all who are enjoying this as an apology for waiting almost a week to update the last chapter.

For all you really uneducated people, I am the Walrus is a Beatles song. GOO GOO GOO JOOB!

Oh and the 'Don't make me sick into my own scorn' is not a line of my own devising. I stole that from Black Books. (Just so's you know)