Werewolf Hunting

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I was asked for more Remus. So more Remus there shall be. I also wish to say: The end is nigh! (Unless I can't write this the way I want to) there should only be a few more chapters until the end! YAY! For the end of the story and BOOHOO! For the end of the story... but I suppose you readers would like me to get on with the story instead of crapping on like I'm doing now, hey?

Thanks to my reviewers! You're all wonderful and the reason I continue to write!

Chapter Twenty Nine: Almost

Boewyn and Moody made their way slowly and carefully up the hill sticking close to the trees which were scattered along the distance. After asking around they had learned that the house was in fact intact despite Boewyn's claims it was a ruin. The various people they asked told them that the house had been there for decades, this was all the information they had gotten until they had finally retreated to the pub for some lunch and an old man overheard them talking about him. He had informed them that about a century or so ago the house had been owned by a lord of some kind and when he had died it had been left empty and untouched. Apparently the mansion was a piece of the town's heritage and as such was left alone as a sign of respect to the family who had once owned it.

"Creepy" Boewyn mused aloud

Moody was still fuming about the fact that somehow Boewyn had been no doubt right again with his stupid way of thinking. He had slept little that night and had come down to the main area of the pub that morning to find Boewyn with one of the barmaids halfway in his lap. It really did nothing for his blood pressure. They were practically in a life of death situation and that man only thought of booze or sex.

"What's creepy" the Auror finally asked.

"That maid's name was the same as an ex of mine." Boewyn was leering suggestively at the thought.

"You have a one track mind" Moody grumbled, "You're slow on the uptake for everything bar sex"

"Do not" Boewyn protested, "I have two tracks and two trains... just one of them is the express" Boewyn laughed lecherously, it was really no secret what was on his mind.

"You're a right sleaze"

"I've finally worked it out!"

"Worked what out?" Moody demanded

"You're being possessed by my mother aren't you? You say all the things she says, AND you keep trying to dispose of me..." Boewyn thought about this for a moment. "Either that or mum hired you to do me in. which is... probable..."

"Two things: One, I don't even know your mother and Two, how do you know a word like probable?"

"Movies"

Moody rolled his eyes.

They walked in silence, or more Moody walked whilst ignoring Boewyn and Boewyn walked while silently counted every tree they passed. Moody could hear him muttering numbers under his breath.

After a while Boewyn got bored with trees and began to dance as they walked. This resulted in Boewyn taking nearly twice the amount of time to get to the top of the hill as it took Moody to.

Moody would be glad for this to be over. Not only would he be happy to be out of Boewyn's company but he was sure he could get Boewyn arrested for something and then he wouldn't bother him AT ALL!

Moody grinned at the thought. That was something that would keep him entertained for a while.

Boewyn finally caught up with Moody and danced around him for while. Moody stared at the sky then reached out and grabbed Boewyn's shirt preventing him from moving around anymore. Then dragged the man into the shelter of trees, hiding them from sight of the house.

There was a two minute silence and then...

"Hey" Boewyn protested.

"Shut up" Moody hissed "and don't you dare say six!"

"Don't have to. You just did"

"Just stop, ok? If you're right and HE is here, the last thing we need is you giving us away by dancing around and making a hell of a lot of noise!"

"Ok, ok, I got it! Geez"

"We need a plan" Moody prompted

"I say we storm the gates"

"You would"

Moody dragged Boewyn further into the trees.

"We need to think about this, c'mon."

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Remus was dragged through the halls and once more dumped at the feet of the Dark Lord. He could barely suppress a shudder. To him his imprisonment had felt like an eternity.

Voldemort looked down at Remus, a smug look upon his face. In a swift movement he had drawn his wand, and the pain began once more. Voldemort continued to put Remus under the curse, raising it occasionally before putting it back on him. Finally Voldemort nodded to his servants, who lifted a gasping, crying Remus and dragged him from the room, returning him to his prison.

"How much longer?" Voldemort barked at one of his servants.

"7 days, My lord" Came the reply.

"A week." Voldemort mused aloud.

"Yes, My Lord."

Voldemort bared his teeth in a vicious grin.

"It is almost time." He announced coldly. His servants nodded eagerly in response.

"Almost time for the old fool's... retirement." He gave a chilling, victorious laugh, one that was joined in by all the other occupants of the room. "Almost time indeed." He muttered vindictively to himself.

Almost

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Boewyn and Moody spent the rest of that day scouting the area around the mansion on the hill. Taking in every detail possible, hiding places, entrances and surrounds. Finally as the sun was setting they made their way back down the hill keeping out of sight. They would return tomorrow, they were almost sure they had him.

Almost.

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A sense of foreboding fell over the remaining Marauders as they sat in their dormitory that night. No matter what they said or did, each of them had a feeling that something was about to happen. And if they read the signs right. Dumbledore felt it too. They had once again gone to ask for news and the answer had been the same as always, and yet as they had left Dumbledore had said something else.

"Be prepared"

The three boys had frozen and then traded a worried glance. Something was definitely about to happen.

They just wished they knew what.

Something told Sirius that it was almost time for something to happen.

Almost.

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Another Chapter! YAY! I wasn't kidding when I said the end was nigh! Finally I am almost at the conclusion that I have had planned since the beginning.

Almost.

Mwahahahahahahahahaha!