The Cure

After a lengthy, more or less, coherent explanation of the situation, Madam Pomfrey sighed and said, "Well, that's not a very typical situation, then again I suppose I should expect the unexpected by now," she gave a stern look toward Sirius, "shouldn't you be getting to class, Mr. Black?"

Sirius merely stared right back at her, a stubborn set to his chin and gleam in his eyes. The medi-wizard merely sighed and said, "At least let me alone with Remus for a time, I'm going to have to ask some... personal questions."

Poppy had stopped trying to force Sirius to leave after the incident where he stuck his hands to the bedrail with a permanent sticking charm. That had upgraded her from one patient to two, one recovering from the full moon and the other re-growing the skin back on the palms of his hands—not an experience she'd like to repeat. After that, she'd merely discourage him, albeit, forcefully, but never invoking her full authoritative power. She knew Sirius knew of Remus's condition, especially since he started turning up after every full moon, or close to, and it was commonly agreed upon not to mention what they knew between each other. Pomfrey suspected the other two of their little gang also knew, but she didn't want to make any assumptions because they didn't turn up nearly as much as Black did. That is, of course, unless they were also nursing various hexed appendages from their latest scrap with someone who actually hexed back.

Sirius stared stubbornly on for a few moments before nodding his head. Pomfrey immediately swept up the effeminized werewolf and brought the poor lad (or perhaps it is better to say girl) into her office.

This left Sirius alone to himself, which is not always a good thing, but in this case it gave him time to calm down and think things through. Of course, right off he blamed Snivellus, but he needed to make sure (there had been enough times when he hadn't and had to answer to the less than pleasurable consequences.) It obviously wasn't any of the Marauders, James and Peter were too surprised, and Remus would never do that to himself, and especially not act as if he hadn't. Remus wasn't really the type to joke around like that. There wasn't really anyone else other than Snape who would target Moony anyway, him being a prefect usually discouraged that, though it still seemed odd to Sirius why Snape would target Remus in the first place. He thought about if for a while, a long while, and finally came to the conclusion that Snape probably had something against Remus and was… well, getting revenge. Why Remus? Why not James or I? Sirius thought to himself.

"All right," Madam Pomfrey had just come back with Remus, "things don't look too bad, I'm pretty sure I know how to reverse the condition, and it should take about a week to brew up the potion needed."

"A week!" cried Sirius incredulously, Remus was nonplused and it crossed Sirius's mind that he had already been told this.

"I'm sorry dears, but there's really no getting around it. I told young Remus he should continue classes, since being a girl really won't effect his ability to learn."

"Oh… um… what caused his… er… condition?" asked Sirius, fumbling for words.

"Well, I don't know why you'd want to know that, but it was probably a potion," Poppy didn't notice the young man stopped listening, "Normally this spell would last about a month before wearing off, but a potion should fix up the situation soon enough."

Remus had noticed his friend's lack of attentiveness after she spoke of a potion as the cause, and he saw a familiar glint in his eye. Quickly sizing up the situation, Remus took Sirius by the arm and said, "Thanks so much, but we really have to get to breakfast now if we want to eat before classes, so goodbye," and with that Remus dragged Sirius out the door and left a rather confused Poppy Pomfrey behind.

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A/N: once again, sorry about the lack of writing, not too much happens, and sorry about the time lapse. I've just gotten back into the mood for writing (seeing as I have no more English papers hanging over my head) and decided that I should at least get something up, instead of waiting even longer for more text. I hope this part is good.