Werewolf Hunting

Disclaimer: Still not owning, except for Boewyn.

Chapter Thirty One: Mind Setting

Moody paced the room thoughtfully. Boewyn had been right again, a drink, some food and a good night's sleep had gone a long way. Now he could think clearly again. His magical eye spun to take in Boewyn. The hunter had pinched Moody's wand earlier that morning and was now laying face-up on the bed throwing a newly transfigured ball at the ceiling. The ball rhythmically met the roof with a resounding thump each time.

And Boewyn was singing. You couldn't forget the damn singing.

"I gotta be cool..."

'THUMP'

"Relax"

'THUMP'

"Get hip!"

'THUMP'

"Get on my track's"

Boewyn stopped throwing and singing and settled for humming, Moody sighed, silently thanking whoever it was that gave Boewyn the impulse to stop.

'THUMP'

Moody winced

"Crazy little thing..."

'THUMP'

"Called love"

"Boewyn..." Moody started

"Stop or get eaten? Ok" Boewyn stopped, then rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow and watching Moody pace with a bored expression on his face.

"Got anything yet?" he questioned.

"They left" Moody said slowly

"Right" Boewyn agreed

"But not in a hurry"

"It was planned" Boewyn rephrased it.

"Right, and! They took the kid with em"

"For a no doubt, good, yet evil, reason." Boewyn announced

"Yes, and they left by portkey"

"Stupid way to travel in my opinion." Boewyn declared.

"This means that they could be anywhere!"

"Well not anywhere... I mean they're not here! Which means that cuts it down to anywhere... but here." Boewyn added helpfully. Moody glared at him.

"Not helping, am I? Right, sorry, my bad! My bad!" Boewyn went silent after that.

Moody gave a frustrated growl and sat down in a chair.

"They could be anywhere!"

"But here" he only just heard Boewyn mutter.

"Where could they have gone?"

He heard Boewyn get off the bed, but didn't bother looking to see what he was doing. There was creak, a sound of cloth rubbing on cloth and then silence.

"Okay!" Boewyn announced suddenly.

Moody sighed and looked up, then snorted. Boewyn had taken a black sheet out of a linen closet in the room and wrapped it around himself in a cloak like fashion.

"You look like an idiot" Moody noted

"Quiet you. We're not thinking about this the right way" Boewyn announced cheerfully.

"Oh really, and how should we be thinking about this? Last I heard, thinking with your brain was the best way"

"We need to put ourselves in the mind-set of our quarry"

"Hence the sheet, right?" Moody retorted dully.

"It's a cloak, Al. Get it right!"

Moody sighed, "Ok it's a cloak, now what?"

"Ok, lets say I'm Captain flying-fish-of-death."

"It's flight of death and Lord Voldemort." Moody hissed

"M'eh, whatever" Boewyn waved it off then continued, "So. I have had wolfnapped, a young lad from Hogsmeade. Am I right?" Moody rolled his eyes.

"Am I right?" Boewyn questioned again

"Yes" Moody sighed

"Ok, I then have the lad dragged from here to there, no doubt in an attempt to confuse any who might dare follow the wolfnapper." Boewyn looked expectantly at Moody. "Right?" he prompted.

"Right" Moody agreed after a moment.

"I get him to a hiding place, and then suddenly out of the blue, portkey him, myself and my loyal ass-wipers... I mean followers... away."

"Yes"

"Now... If I was Lord Fish."

"Where the hell has the fish come from"

"Quiet! I'm Dark Lord mind-setting here and I can't do that while you're talking nonsense."

Moody smacked himself on the forehead with his hand.

"So... I'm a Dark Lord... what do I want more than anything else?" Boewyn questioned Moody

"Power" Moody replied.

"Exactly! I want power!" Boewyn did a little dance, tripping over his 'cloak' in the process." He looked up at the ceiling from the floor.

"Ok, So... I'm a Dark Lord who happens to like lying on the floor. What's stopping me from getting this power that I so dearly crave, like a pregnant woman craves rare and exotic and expensive fruits?"

Moody sighed, "Maybe it would help if you stood up, your lordship."

"AL!" Boewyn cried, affronted. "Let's be serious here!"

Moody looked at Boewyn, Boewyn was trying to look at the Auror, while still lying on the floor, wrapped in a black sheet.

"Serious?" He asked mildly.

"Yes!"

"Fine..."

"What. Stops. A. Dark. Lord. From. Getting. Power. At. This. Point. In. Time?" Boewyn said each word slowly and separately.

Moody sighed and gave in. He'd play along, but only so he could get on with the real thinking.

"What stops a dark lord from getting power." He said aloud, so Boewyn would know he was actually thinking.

"Maybe we should get the Old Man in on this. He's got a brain. Maybe he can work it out?"
"Albus Dumbledore is not an old... man." Moody froze. "The only one he ever feared..." he whispered to himself. Suddenly Moody jumped to his feet, his eyes wide as his mind jumped to the answer.

"What's up?" Boewyn questioned from the floor.

"We have to get to Hogwarts!" Moody barked, "Take your cloak off and let's go!"

Boewyn stumbled to his feet, tripping over his 'cloak' twice more before getting his balance and pulling it off. Moody grabbed his own travelling cloak and tugged it on, he pulled open the door and ran out, startling a maid on the landing. Boewyn came out after him and passed his 'cloak' to the maid.

"Dry clean this, will you luv?" he inquired of the confused maid, before running after Moody.

Together the two men ran out the pub, after taking a second to pay for the rooms they had been staying in. They then ran through the small town and too the forest on the far side of a field. Once out of sight, they apparated, appearing at Hogsmeade apparition point and running for Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

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Remus shivered. A short time ago, Remus had no idea how much time had passed since. The Death Eaters had come down and dragged him upstairs to the room where the Dark Lord resided. The Dark Lord had then announced something... Remus wasn't sure what, he was having trouble concentrating. And then he had been dragged forwards and hoisted upright. Several wands had dug themselves into his back and side and neck and he had been ordered to grab a goblet or something like that. There was then a pulling sensation behind his naval and the world had spun.

Remus couldn't remember anything after that. He guessed he had passed out. But he had woken somewhere new. He was still trapped and still in the clutches or the Dark Lord, not an overall improvement in anyway.

Remus wrapped his arms tighter around himself. Deep inside he could feel the dull ache that preceded his transformation. The full moon was getting close, he knew that. He shuddered as he almost heard a deep growl inside himself. The werewolf knew the full moon was soon, and it wanted revenge for the way it had been treated. Anger that was not his own, flooded Remus' veins, this full moon was going to be hard, harder even without his friends to help him. Fear mixed with his anger as a feeling of dread rose inside him. Both Remus and the werewolf could sense the same thing.

Something terrible was about to happen.

And it involved him.

Authors Note: And so we are nearing the end... Makes me sad... but still, I am getting ideas for my other story so hopefully I shan't be sad for long. I shall make a guest appearance of Boewyn in my next story too. He's going to be his usual unhelpful, ever cheery self. And because it's set in the nineties there shall be more new and exciting songs to be sung! (Songs I might know a bit better and don't have to check the year it was sung so's it doesn't look too out of place.)

Boewyn: Alright!

Enjoy! .

I haven't been doing this much recently but the song Boewyn sings in this chapter is 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love' by Queen.

Next chapter: It's all coming together.