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Curing the Ill

Summary: Teen Severus Snape has had enough of the world, and tries to end his life...but fails. His mother takes him to her closest friend to help get him healed, but the only way to help him is to turn him into a half Veela; and as you all know, all Veela's have someone to care for them...and it just so happens that Sirius Black falls into the category. SSSB

Chapter One

It was the beginning of a thunderstorm and white flashes were breaking the dark sky with their sharp, colored streaks. Everyone in the manor was in bed sleeping; none of the family noticed the loud claps of thunder or the bright shots of lightening that was happening right outside their windows.
However, not all were asleep. One was still quite awake and downstairs in the library. She stood silently, straight and tall (though she was rather short), with a large stuffed chair next to her in case she needed to sit.
"The rain will fall hard tonight," Catriona Black absently muttered to no one in particular as she sipped her steaming cup of herbal tea. She was staring out one of the many black windows in the library, watching silently as countless lightening flashed in front of her. The thunder followed not to long after. Suddenly a loud knock rumbled throughout the house.
The woman made no move to get the door, for she knew that one of the house-elves would get it. If not, then they knew what would happen to them.

Just at that moment, a small, green house-elf wearing an old pillowcase around her as a dress ambled into the room and looked up at Mrs. Black with a look of worry in her huge eyes.

"My Mistress, there is a woman at the door wearing a cloak that keeps saying that she desperately needs your help. She won't say who she is, but she keeps saying your name and the word 'Healer' with it." The little house-elf squeaked as she took the empty cup from her mistress, "She is holding something in her arms but she won't let anyone touch it or let us take it." the little thing started nervously turning the small cup in her hands, "What do you suppose that we do?"

The aging woman took a slow look around the room before her warm, blue eyes landed on the shaking house-elf.

"Elkie, please do not fret over the situation, and where is she now?" Mrs. Black turned back to the window and waited for the squeak that would come from the little thing.

"She is in the Main Hall, waiting for you. Shall I send her in ma'am?"

"Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you Elkie," When the house-elf had finally shuffled out of the library, Catriona Black whispered the one word that she would always use whenever anyone would need her assistance, 'Sirius Black'.

Instantly, the library had formed into a finely made medical room just as the cloaked woman came in, cradling something covered in her trembling arms.

"Put him on the table, Eileen." Catriona pulled on a stark white cloak and fastened the buttons before turning to look at her also cloaked friend.

"Thank you," the woman took of her hood and smiled—though it looked as if she were in pain. Mrs. Black nodded her head approvingly and set her eyes on the boy in front of her. A large tray appeared at her side.

"What happened?" she began to take nameless objects off the shelves nearby and set them down on the tray.

"He-he tried to kill himself," She choked out. "He said that Sirius and everyone at his school had been tormenting him and, not too long ago, they had told him that the world would be better off without him," Her hands trembled as she wiped some water from her son's brow. "He even said that I would be better off without him, but I kept telling him that he was wrong. He never believed me." A small hiccup emitted from her throat, "I went to check on him this afternoon because he had did not come down for breakfast, and I found him ma-making a Death Potion. Since I took him by surprise, he accidentally added too much chopped beetles and it caused the potion to blow-up. He fell unconscious, I think. I didn't know what to do, so I came here. Please, help me." Eileen's eyes shined as she said this.

"I would let my own self die before I would let Severus," both of the dark-haired woman exchanged smiles and quickly got to work.

Before she was betrothed, Catriona had been a Healer for her friends for whenever they were feeling daring and would get hurt. She may not know as much as she did before, but it wouldn't stop her from helping her best friend's son.

"Exactly why did he try to kill himself?" The Healer didn't lift her head as she said this, but she knew that Mrs. Snape had heard her.

"He has told me countless times of all the things that go on at his school. He says that all the students torment him and call him names. The one that they like to use the most, he said, is Snivellus. He said that Sirius and his friends pull most of the pranks, and he is usually humiliated and covered in something—sometimes even his own blood—when they finish the prank." Catriona felt saddened and ashamed. She would never have known of what her boy, Sirius, had been doing to Severus if he had not come that night. It hurt her, and it hurt Eileen even more. "He says the people, mainly the Gryffindors, have hurt him so much that he is constantly in the Hospital Wing for something. He's told me of the countless pranks and stunts that your boy has pulled, the threats that he has said, and the horrible names that he's called him. Your son even said that the world the world would be a quieter and nicer place without him." She winced at that. She couldn't believe how cruel her son has been while he was away at school. "Severus says that Sirius and his three friends—minus Remus Lupin—is what put him in the Hospital Wing."

"Please forgive my son. Please, on my behalf, I am terribly sorry for what he has done. If I would have known that he has been doing this…" She said thickly. Mrs. Snape nodded and left the conversation at that. It was best not to continue anyway.

Catriona silently worked. Taking many different potions of the tray, she uncorked one and held it to Severus's cold lips. A thin veil of dark blue smoke drifted from the vile, moving around his face. For a few second nothing happened, but it finally turned red. Catriona frowned and opened another vile.

"Mrs. Snape. There is something wrong with Severus's bloodstream. The potion that he inhaled had deprived his blood of oxygen." Mrs. Black paused to see if her friend knew what she was talking about, and from the look of horror on her face, she could tell that she was.

"But, there is a way to fix it. However, I will have to add Veela blood into his own for him to live. This will mean that he will be part-Veela for the rest of his life. Do I have your permission?" Catriona stared expectantly at her friend, waiting for an answer.

"If it will save my son," Her eyes were closed and she took a deep breath before she said, "Then, yes, you may do it." Mrs. Black nodded and returned to Severus.

She pulled out a large container filled with a shiny purple liquid. Eileen's eyes widened at the sight. Veela blood was a very rare find. The only way to get one was to kill one, a serious crime in the Wizarding World.

"Catriona," Eileen breathed, "where did you find it?" The other woman did not stop in her ministrations, but rather answered as she drew out the blood in a large needle.

"My husband acquired it while in his travels." She said shortly. Eileen nodded in understanding.

Neither said another word as Catriona opened Severus's shirt. His pale skin felt like ice, and she knew it wasn't just because of the rain. If she didn't give him the blood soon he would never wake up.

"What do you have to do?" whispered Eileen desperately. She took a timid step forward, willing herself not to touch him.

"I have to apply the blood straight into his heart. That way it will spread through his body quickly." She answered. As she did, she pushed the needle into Severus's chest. Eileen let out a small gasp and grabbed his arm.

"Let him go Eileen! You must not touch him, his skin is too sensitive!" snapped Catriona.

"But Catriona, look at him!" shrieked his mother. Her eyes widened as she watched his heart cloud with the purple liquid through his skin. Like a virus, the Veela blood traveled through the tiny vessels, turning them a sickening violet color. His arms, legs, and even face showed his now bulging veins. "Merlin Catriona, what's happening to him?" She whispered.

"The blood is mixing with his." She answered. She didn't elaborate because telling the rest might take her friend over the edge. In reality, the Veela blood was not only mixing with his, but also changing it, changing his personality. Slowly but surely they are both going to change.

"Eileen, I am finished for the night." Her friend looked up confused. Is that all she was going to do? As if reading her mind Catriona smiled and said, "Don't worry, he will be all right. You got him here just in time. Now you should get some sleep."

"Yes, thank you." Eileen looked down at her son with worry and love in her eyes.

"Why don't I send Kreacher to set up a ro-?"

"No, it's quite all right. I wish to stay with my son for the night." Eileen smiled lovingly at her son. Catriona nodded and turned to the room.

"Sirius Black," Mrs. Black whispered once more and the room turned back into the cavernous library.

"Make yourself at home. You know where I am if you need me." Catriona squeezed her friend's shoulder gently and bid goodnight before turning to leave.

When she closed the door, she sighed and leaned against it. She was horrified at the vile things her son had done to Severus. She didn't know where she went wrong. However, what she did know was that she was going to give Sirius a stern talking to when morning came.
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Meh. Apperantly I messed up the first chapter, do I'm putting it up again. And the stupid serperator button won't work, so I'm sorry for the crappy seperating!