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!

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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.

Another A/N-This chapter is short.  Deal with it.

Sick as a Dog, Part 2

Moments later, they were out in the twilight.  It was wet and chilly, with a slow, steady drizzle coming down from the cloudy sky.  When they were sure no one was around, they pushed the cloak off, and Harry folded it up and stuffed it into his bag.  "So what are we going to do?"

"Tell Dumbledore about Sirius, obviously." Hermione said, pulling the collar of her cloak up around her neck, shivering in the cold, wet air.
 "I thought you were just bluffing!" Ron said.
 "Why would I be bluffing, you prat?" Hermione snapped.

"Well, you do it with us all the time, threatening to turn us in to McGonagall!" Harry replied.

"Nah, mate, she doesn't always bluff with that… Remember the Firebolt?"
 "See?" Hermione said smugly. "I meant it then, and I mean it now.  But he's sick, and he won't listen to us! Dumbledore could talk some sense into him."

 "Mmmm.  But you tell him, not us.  I hate it when he's mad at me.  He gets all sulky."
 "Oh, HONESTLY!" Hermione scoffed as they trudged up the lawn. "You two are impossible, you know that?"

"Maybe we shouldn't bother Dumbledore quite yet." Ron commented.  "Maybe if we wrote to Lupin or something…"
 "Yeah!"  Harry declared, "He'll be coming to Hogsmeade in a few weeks anyway, for a 'Werewolves of the World' conference.  We can talk to him then, and get him to talk to Sirius."
Hermione murmured her disparagement, but couldn't think of a proper argument. "I still think we should tell Dumbledore."  She said, stepping ahead of them, hurrying to get inside.
 "We'll tell him if Lupin can't talk any sense into him." As they stepped into the great hall, they shook the rain off their cloaks and removed the heavy black capes.  Ron and Harry headed towards the dinner hall, but Hermione went off in the opposite direction.
 "Oy, aren't you going to eat?" Ron asked.
 "No, I'm going to the library." Hermione replied.

"She's going to end up just moving into the library before the end of 5th year!" Harry mumbled as they entered the dining hall.  Dinner was almost over, dessert just being served.  The boys sat down between Seamus and Pavarti. 
 "Uh oh…" Ron muttered as he noticed a pair of beady black eyes glaring their way. "Don't look now, mate, but Snape's glaring at us… And not the normal glare of hate.  More like a glare of doom."
Harry made an effort not to look up from his pudding. "Like the one when he suspected us of replacing the room-deodorizer with decomposed rat brains?" He asked.

"Yep.  Heh… that was classic.  I still want to shake the hand of whatever genius thought of that one!" Ron chortled.

"Yeah, but Snape made us continue having class in the dungeon, despite the smell." Harry pointed out. "It lasted for a month!"

"It was worth it." Seamus broke in.  "I don't think I'd ever seen Snape so mad!"

"It was horrid!" Parvarti said, "It took me days to get that smell out of my robes!"

"Leave it to a girl to complain about the results of one of the greater pranks of all time… Well, of the pranks not committed by Fred and George." Seamus replied, nodding in the direction of the twins.

"Really, though, we took the blame for that one," Fred said, "Which wasn't fair… We're not nearly that unimaginative!

"Yes! It's an insult, to think we'd be that basic in one of our pranks…" George replied.

"Why, if we'd wanted to do something like that, we'd first make sure that no one but slimy slytherins could smell it, and then we'd make it utterly permanent."

"Right!" George replied, "Because then, Snape would of course make the class sit in there, thinking he was punishing the Gryffindors or Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs who did the deed by making them suffer the smell, but he'd never realize that only his and his favorites's olfactory senses are being overwhelmed by the stench!"