Werewolf Hunting

Disclaimer: Plot is mine and Boewyn is mine (as much as he claims to be his own)

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Chapter Twenty Six: Back on track

Boewyn sat up suddenly with a gasp, cold air blew across his face chilling him. Fear gripped him as his eyes struggled to focus in the dark. His entire body ached, sweat ran over his skin, soaking into thick bandages. He struggled to remember what had happened.

Fear

Cold

Moon

Wolf

The necklace

Boewyn froze, his eyes widening as he remembered. Not her... she... she couldn't be, why hadn't she told him... they were close... too close for something like that to be a secret. Too close...

Boewyn struggled to get up, but pain stopped him from moving too much. He had to find out what happened, why hadn't the wolf killed him? Unless he wasn't actually alive, unless this was some form of afterlife... Boewyn shook his head; damn him and his run-away imagination, he hurt too much to be dead

There was a click and a beam of light shone through the room, Boewyn's head snapped towards the opening door and a figure was outlined, he opened his mouth to demand what he was doing here, to demand where here was. His voice died in his throat as a light clicked on, revealing who was there.

"Boewyn" Her voice was soft, lost, scared.

"Boewyn, I..."

"No" He found his voice again and interrupted her, "not you. It wasn't... you couldn't"

"It was" she whispered, her voice shaking,

"No" he moaned, "you're lying, it's... it's not true"

"I'm sorry Boewyn"

"No" his watched her helplessly

"Boewyn"

"How? When? Why... Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you would react like this!" she snapped

Boewyn felt as though he had been slapped across the face. He looked away from her.

"Boewyn, I'm sorry. I just… I was scared. You've always said a werewolf is a monster, no matter who they were. I couldn't look myself in the mirror after I was bitten. I couldn't face you. I was scared of what would happen to me… to you… I knew it would hurt you. And I couldn't do that."

Boewyn simply stared at the wall opposite her, his entire body and brain numb with shock.

"I'm sorry Boewyn" he heard her whisper her voice breaking. Boewyn's head snapped around and he saw her leaving.

"Kara wait" he croaked. She froze in the spot. "Don't go Kara. Please?" she hesitated and then turned back. Boewyn shifted his position on the bed, "come here?" he requested hesitantly. Kara hesitated and then came over, he patted the bed next to him and she sat down. Boewyn then wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face into her shoulder. She hugged him back, he could feel his hair ruffling as she breathed in and out.

"I could have killed you Kara" he sighed after a while, his brain working faster than he could imagine.

"You didn't, Boewyn so don't worry." He heard her say.

"but I could have… and… others… I" he cut off, raising his head and staring at the wall again. "So many others… I wonder who they were… what they did… who they loved…" he could feel tears come to his eyes. "My God." He muttered, as he was overcome with emotion. All the people he had killed, who knew who they had been.

"Boewyn calm down. You were doing what you thought was right. Not all werewolves are innocent, you know that, what about Greyback? And Wolfgang?" Kara forced Boewyn to look at her. His eyes were slightly haunted, caught in the lives he had taken.

"There is no point in blaming yourself." She tried to assure him.

He finally focussed on her "How can you say that?" he demanded, "how can you tell me not to blame myself. I NEARLY KILLED YOU!"

"but you didn't, Boewyn!" she glared at him fiercely "stop trying to find something to blame and accuse yourself of!"

He glared back at her, looking into those eyes filled with determination. Eyes so much like his own. He couldn't out-glare her damnit! He had never been able to, not even when they had been children. His sister had always managed to get her way. No matter what they had been doing. Boewyn could never win any fights.

"Fine" he gave in, resigned.

"Good" she replied smugly. She knew she would win.

"Bitch" he sighed

"Ironically"

Boewyn rolled his eyes, only his sister would make a joke out the fact that being a female werewolf made her a bitch…

They hugged in silence, enjoying being together, just like they had when they were children.

"I'm never hunting werewolves ever again though" he muttered darkly.

"I'm glad" his sister replied.

"Never"

Boewyn woke with a start. The sun was just beginning to rise, the beams of light peeking through the trees. He rested his head back against the tree trunk and took a few deep breaths.

"Never" he sighed softly "and now here I am" he added, "hunting a werewolf"

He stared deeply in the leaves of the tree above him.

There was a grunt from across the other side of the clearing and Boewyn looked up at Moody who was stretched out at the base of another tree. Boewyn could just see his wand in his hand, his body slightly tense. He smirked to himself and slowly got to his feet. Looking around he spotted a stick lying on the ground, he picked it up and tip-toed over to Moody. He went to stick out the branch and then hesitated, this was Alastor Moody…

Boewyn moved behind the tree and reached around it, then gently poked the stick between Moody wand and his hand. The Auror awoke and jumped up with a yell. A stunner went flying as he attacked whoever was trying to steal his wand. He then looked surprised as he saw no-one around.

Boewyn burst out laughing from behind the tree. The look on Moody's face was priceless.

"Boewyn!" Moody shouted angrily.

"Yes?" Boewyn questioned, his voice sweet. He smiled as he watched Moody grind his teeth together.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, then used the stick to scratch his back.

"One of these days…" Moody threatened harshly.

"I know, Al, I know. That's why I have to do this kind of thing now!" he brandished his stick "Otherwise I'll go without ever having any fun." He gave Moody a radiant smile as he said that.

He watched the Auror glare at him darkly.

"Let's sally forth!" Boewyn cried, "We have a young lad to save!" He marched off into the trees and then hesitated. He marched back into the clearing. "I have no idea where we are going!" he announced and marched past Moody who had his head in his hands. "Let's find out before we start making ourselves look like fools by walking around in circles!" He marched back towards where the entrance to the Kobolds tunnels had been and began to examine the ground. He heard Moody come up behind him as he searched for a sign of someone's passing.

"That's us" he muttered as he examined two sets of prints which lead of the right. He skirted around the outer edge of the small clearing. "This means…" he examined another few sets of prints. "These prints have gotta be them… Two fresh sets of prints from last night and other… older prints from past passages. Leading…" he looked up at a vague path of stamped down ground which wound it's way through the trees. He smirked, "that way!"

Moody came up behind him.

"Are you sure?" he questioned irritably. "it would be a fine thing if we chased after someone else."

"I'm positive. Nobody would be able to easily find the Kobolds Cavern, they make it that way, and those who do would have a hard time getting out of an execution, as we just learned." He glanced sidewards, "Trust me" he suggested, and began to follow the path while making sure his gun was in reach.

"Not on my life" he heard Moody mutter from behind him.

Boewyn just laughed.

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Dumbledore examined the three boys seated before him. Each of them had worried looked upon their faces.

"I'm sorry boys." He finally said with a sigh "There is still no news on Mr. Lupin"

He could only watch as the three sagged, he could see their pain of loss and fear for their friend.

"Thank you, Sir" James muttered softly and miserably.

"As always I shall let you know any news immediately when I hear it." he added.

"Thank you" James repeated

The boys left the room looking dejected and Dumbledore sighed softly. Feeling slightly dejected himself. He had received no word from Alastor since he had left and he had no news of Voldemort.

Was there any hope left?