"Do you really have to bleed him?" Rose asked uneasily, "Isn't there a spell…or a potion that could-"

"Not that I know of," said Angel, sounding extremely agitated, "Is there a problem, because he isn't going to last much longer with an irregular heartbeat."

This was it, then. They had no choice. Given the options of revealing Remus' secret or losing him forever, Rose knew that the latter was unthinkable.

"Go on, then," she said, with a panicked look in Sirius' direction.

Angel rummaged through her bag at her feet, and pulled out several large, glass vials, presumably for holding the blood, along with a particularly long surgeon's needle. Rose was slightly shocked as to why the girl just happened to be carrying these things around with her, but decided that the time for questions would be later when Remus had, hopefully, been cured. She bit her lip as Angel broke through Remus' skin with the tip of the needle, and saw blood rush through the transparent glass attached to it. Losing no time, Angel handed the small container of blood to Sirius, indicated that he should pour its contents into one of the vials, and pulled another identical container out of her bag.

This process seemed, to Rose, to last hours. After handing Sirius a final vial of blood, Angel laid down her needle, and stared intently at Remus' chest, resting her hand gently over his heart.

Rose didn't need to see Angel's grin of relief to know that it had worked. Remus unconsciously sucked in an alarming amount of air, and his breath became increasingly even. Angel pressed her ear to his chest, and her grin widened.

"Everything seems to be back to normal," she said in a businesslike tone, "He'll need to sleep for another eight or so hours before he is fully recovered."

"Thank God!" breathed Sirius, "Well…thanks, Angel. Don't take this the wrong way or anything but…what the hell? I though you hated Remus!"

"Sirius, darling, there are a vast number of things that I would wish upon a half blood, but death certainly isn't one of them. I've been studying to become a Healer at Beauxbatons; saving lives is something I'm almost programmed to do. I will have to speak with Madame Rachelle about intoxication remedies…"

"So let me get this straight," said Rose in a slow, skeptical voice that made Angel slightly nervous, "You do hate Remus because he's not a pureblood?"

"Well, of course! I'm no blood traitor," she retorted with a warning look in Sirius' direction.

"And you saved his life…because you want to be a Healer?"

Angel's eyes narrowed. She stared directly into Rose's eyes, "You believe whatever you like, Clarke," she snapped, her voice as cold as ice, "But you say anything, and I'll see to it that the Daily Prophet hears about our little drunk's lycanthropy."

As Angel stomped out of the room, Rose smirked and turned to Sirius.

"Oh, I seriously doubt that," she said, laughing slightly under her breath.

"Did I miss something?" asked an extremely confused Sirius.

A/N: Yes, my poor friends, I have given you a 512 word chapter…sorry about that. Good news is I'm writing the next one RIGHT NOW so it should be up tomorrow night…not tonight because I'm going to bed soon, and not tomorrow during the day because I'm going to a family reunion. UGH. Sorry again guys; I'm a terrible person! I know I don't deserve it, but reviews would be greatly appreciated!!!! Love you all, bye for now.