Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter(yet), and I am not profiting off of him in any way… If anything, I'm losing money to the bastard, as I'm forced to continue buying books and movies and blatant merchandising because he put those friggin' spells IN his books to control all the world's muggles… But one day he may belong to me, and perhaps then I will put him in one of my Camden Town whorehouses and rent him out a shilling a time… THEN the profits will be rolling in, and finally, finally, I will be able to afford my own leather bound copies of the original British HP novels! HA! GO ME!

'Nother disclaimer-I don't own To Rule Them All2 or Jekyll and Hyde The Musical either.

A/N-Heh, please, review and tell me what you think.  Please take guesses as to what's wrong with Siri-Baby, I'm totally ready for some feedback.  You can put them on the review board, or e-mail me.  Either way.

Sick as a Dog

"Harry, I told you, I'm fine." Sirius snapped, but he suddenly heaved and retched into the trashcan he clutched tightly.

"You're NOT fine, Sirius!"  Harry replied, standing over his godfather.  "You're sick.  Why won't you go see a doctor?"

"I don't NEED a doctor; it's just that stomach thing that's going around.  You told me yourself, half the Hufflepuffs missed class because of it."  Sirius replied as he slumped against the wall. His face was flushing as he closed his eyes   "I just need peace, quiet, and people to quit nagging me!"
The two were in the shrieking shack, where Sirius currently resided.  After many months of living in a cave, he finally demanded the chance to live a half-way civilized life, as he'd dreamed of doing for the past 13 years.  Harry spoke to Dumbledore, who had the house put under a nifty little charm-Whenever anyone looked at the house, their attention was immediately diverted to something else- and Sirius lived there quite comfortably with minimal risk of being found by the Ministry of Magic or anyone else.  And now it was much easier for Harry to visit his Godfather.  Harry, Ron and Hermione had managed to set up a few rooms with a bit of furniture and cooking appliances (thanks to Hermione's spiffy transfiguration skills).  The rooms were in disarray at the moment, however-The dishes in the kitchen were unwashed, the living room had throw pillows and an afghan hanging off of the sofa's crooked  and unfluffed cushions, and the bedroom was strewn with dirty clothes, the bedsheets were rumpled and twisted.  Sirius had turned out to be very tidy person ("Because I finally have a place of my own to keep tidy," He declared constantly), and to see the rooms so messy was very discomforting to Harry.

 Harry shrugged.  "You could at least get a potion to stop the nausea."
  "I'm.  Good.  Just.  Drop it."  He replied through gritted teeth.  "Besides, aren't there still "Wanted" posters of me all over?  If I left the house to go to a healer, I might as well go to the train station first and ask for a one way ticket back to Azkaban.  Maybe, while I'm at it, I could make the Dementors a nice cake to present them as I waltz back into my old cell.  NO, Harry!"

There was a creak, and they both froze.  Hermione pushed the door to the bedroom open and said "It's just us.  You wouldn't believe how long I had to wait until I could be sure no one saw me go through the Whomping Willow, and the bloody thing got me on the arm…"  Her nose suddenly wrinkled as she got a nice whiff of the room.  "Ugh!  Sirius, are you STILL sick?"
Sirius sighed and repeated, "It's just the stomach bug."

Ron entered after Hermione, and said, "I thought that was just a 24 hour thing.  I only had to miss two days of classes because of it…  Didn't even get to miss potions… stupid virus…"
 "He's right."  Hermione said, glaring suspiciously at Sirius. "And you were throwing up LAST week too.  And you look absolutely horrible!"

"SIRIUS!"  Harry snapped, "You're sick!  Listen, you can use my invisibility cloak and go see Madame Pomfrey!"

"At least get into some fresh clothes," Hermione said, going to his drawers and pulling out a clean shirt.  "I'll wash what you're wearing, and I can clean up in here a bit."
 "I could get you a sandwich."  Ron offered, and Sirius's shoulders heaved as his stomach's contents were once again expelled.  Hermione and Harry glared at Ron, who shrugged.  "I was just trying to help!"
 Looking up from his trashcan, Sirius snarled "NO!  I DON'T need a doctor, I DON'T need you fussing over me, I DON'T need help…  Why can't you just let me suffer in peace?!?"
 "Sirius, we were just…"  Harry started, but Sirius said "No! Out, out, out! Now! Leave!"
  "But…"
 "NOW!"  He snarled, baring his teeth.

Hermione tugged on Harry's arm.  "C'mon," she mumbled. To Sirius, she said "We'll leave now, but we're coming back, and we're TELLING Dumbledore!"

"I'll be fine, just leave me alone!" Sirius huffed. "Go, go, go!"

They walked in silence down the pitch dark path with only small points of light guiding their way through the tunnel back to Hogwarts, and Hermione finally stated the obvious. "There's something wrong with him. Why won't he let us help?"
Harry shrugged, looking at the ground. "I don't know. He's just being stubborn.  But he's been feeling ill for a few weeks now.  I'm worried.'

'Well, if he won't let us help him, there's not much we can do."  Ron said.  "You got the invisibility cloak, right?"
 "Yeah." Harry held it out glumly, and as the three got to the end of the tunnel, he draped it over his shoulders and Hermione and Ron scootched next to him so it covered them as well.