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… Heh heh… Read, review, tell me honestly, exactly what you think… OOooh, I had fun with this chapter…

Sick as a Dog, Part 3

*Two weeks later*
 

It was Saturday morning, and Harry was thrilled. He didn't have to get up for classes, he didn't have Quidditch practice until that evening… He could spend a nice few leisurely hours in bed.  As he rolled over, planning on falling asleep again, there was the sound of footsteps, and suddenly, his curtains were gone. "Auuugh!" He screamed, shielding his eyes from the sunlight.
"Get up!" Hermione said impatiently. "You were supposed to meet me downstairs 30 minutes ago!"
"It's SATURDAY, Hermione!... And you're not supposed to be here!" He sat up, clutching his covers to him-Of all the nights to sleep in nothing but his cartoon broomsticks boxers!

"We're going to Hogsmeade, remember? To see Professor Lupin?" She said. "Get up, now!" She turned away, and went to pester Ron.  Harry quickly grabbed his trousers and pulled them on while her back was turned.
"Out, now, please." Harry said to Hermione once Ron was up. "This IS the boy's dorm!"
"Gladly." Hermione said, attempting to stifle a giggle as she got a look at Ron's "Bulgarian Beaters" PJ's.

Soon Harry and Ron stumbled downstairs, and Hermione said "Come on, we're going."
"What about breakfast?" Ron protested.
"We'll get something at Sirius's."

"You know, I think Sirius really did look a lot better when we saw him the other day." Harry commented. "Maybe he's not sick anymore."

"He wasn't throwing up, but did you notice how tired he was, and how he was still looking quite pale." Hermione asked.
"He's gained weight, though.  That's good, right?" Ron asked. "I mean, he's basically got a beer belly."
"It's not probable that he could have gained that much weight between now and a few weeks ago, not from just food.  Harry… I think Sirius has cancer." Hermione said, looking quite upset.

"What?!?" Harry stopped short.
"I mean, from the studies I've done, it's a perfectly logical explanation…  He was ill earlier, his complexion is still horrible, he's terribly lethargic, all he does is sleep… and that "beer belly" is probably a tumor, and he's been ill for about two months now, it can't be a virus."
"Yes, but… cancer?" Harry looked horrorstricken. "Hermione… it CAN'T be!" 
"What's the problem?" Ron asked. "It's not like it'll kill him."
Hermione smacked Ron in the back of the head. "Yes it will!!!"
"OW!... No, it won't! All he has to do is go to a healer, and they'll get rid of it, no problem! We're not living in the middle ages, Hermione!  You're supposed to be the smart one!"
"They can get rid of cancer?" Harry asked, awestruck. "Wow! That's nice to know!"
"Really?" Hermione looked intrigued, and then she said "But… if he won't GO to a healer, it's still a problem."
"Oh… right." Ron said, looking down. "Well… Lets talk to Lupin. He'll figure something out."
 

Severus, meanwhile, strode quickly down the lawn of Hogwarts.  He'd witnessed Potter and his little gang of hooligans coming out of the Whomping Willow twice in the last three weeks, and finally, he had time to properly investigate without risk of anyone seeing him.  Draco Malfoy had turned out to be worse than useless, he reflected, and now he had to take matters into his own hands.

God bless Hogsmeade weekends, he thought to himself as he prodded the secret knob and entered the tree.  He had a queer grin on his face as he imagined what he might find-Perhaps they were using the shack for drinking, or smoking, or using hallucinogenic potions… Perhaps it was some sort of sexual rendezvous point… He groaned suddenly as unpleasant images filled his head.  "Fudge, Lockhart and whipped cream… Fudge, Lockhart and whipped cream!" He muttered to himself, trying to envision something sexy to replace the horrific images of his pupils.

But despite the going-ons of his mind, he knew they were doing something wrong-He just KNEW it!  And he would catch them, and they would be kicked out of Hogwarts, finally, and life would be good…

Soon enough he was in the shack, and he heard low moans. "Oh, by Merlin…" He muttered angrily. "It had to be that…" nevertheless, he marched up the stairs towards the sounds, and slammed the door open violently, and found… Not a threesome of Gryffindors, but Sirius Black, curled up on a rumpled bed. "OH, THANK GOD, it's just you!" Severus shouted happily, and then... "Black! What are you doing here?"  This hadn't been what he wanted.  He despised the man, and as much as he'd love to turn him in to the Ministry of Magic and let him continue to rot in Azkaban, he knew Black was being protected by Dumbledore.  And Severus would follow Dumbledore's wishes, despite his own wants.  

Sirius was curled into a tight ball, and he lifted his head, his face twisted with agony.  He did not answer, but his expression flashed from confusion to hatred to a cold, schooled, blank expression.

"Where's Potter?!?" Severus demanded.

"Couldn't… say… AUUUGH!" Sirius screamed, clutching his abdomen, twisting in pain.  Snape only watched.  The man appeared to be dying.  This might not be such a bad day, after all, Severus thought, his lips threatening to twitch into a smile.  

"SNAPE!... Severus!" Sirius moaned, reaching out a hand. "Severus… Please help me! Please!"

Snape continued to gaze down at the suffering man. He did not say a word, he did not move.

"I need… Dumbledore.  Bring Dumbledore to me! Severus, please!" He pleaded.

Severus turned, his black capes billowing(Billow billow billow billow TURN!), the light glaring off his horribly shiny hair, and he left the room.