A/N: Sorry for taking so long. From now on, I'll not be answering all reviews separately, due to how long it takes to do that (this applied to all of my works). Instead, I will be answering questions that are asked in the reviews at the start of each chapter. If you have a question, I would love to hear it, and I'll see if I can answer it. Questions can be about anything you'd like, of course, but I'll only answer if I want to/can.

Questions:

"I thought that Lupin had control of the werewolf?"

Well, maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Either someone is lying, or Lupin is crazy. It's your job to figure out the truth (about werewolves. Heh. Sorry) It's my job to mislead you evil laugh coughs

"Does Lupin have no memory?"

According to the stunned Lupin, no, he doesn't have memories, exactly. He has only pictures and emotions and senses about whatever the werewolf decides he can see or feel. In this way, he would feel the pain of transforming, feel the grief of a death, etc.

The Truth About Werewolves

Sirius Revenge

Chapter Three: To Discuss the Issues at Hand

All was quiet when Snape finally returned to 12 Grimmauld Place late that evening. He had attempted to return early, so that he could continue questioning Lupin, but it had been a long and stressful day. If Lupin had been telling the truth about the werewolf being stunned, then Snape knew there would be a way to get rid of it. That would mean a cure for lycanthropy. Snape, personally, didn't care much about the werewolves themselves, but it would mean a lot of money and fame for him if he could cure them.

He made his silent way through the hallway, where Mrs. Black was finally quiet, and up to the master bedroom. He could hear muttering in the basement kitchen, but ignored it for now. He'd hoped Lupin wouldn't wander. He was dangerous to himself, and Snape didn't want to lose this chance. He knocked on the door of the master bedroom before unlocking it, and letting himself in.

He gave a hasty bow to Buckbeak the hippogryph, who bowed in return. Snape then turned to scan the room. Lupin was lying on the bed. Snape's breath hitched for a moment, wondering if the other man had done something drastic, but then Snape saw that he was breathing steadily. Walking over to him, Snape saw that Lupin's eyes were open, and staring at the drapes over the bed. He turned his head, and smiled a familiar grin to Snape.

"Hello, Severus." Lupin's voice was back to its normal calm. "I wondered if it was you who'd brought me back here, after I'd been stunned. I hope I didn't cause any trouble for you."

"No . . . " said Snape slowly. Lupin was obviously back to normal, but Snape wasn't sure if he would remember what had happened. Lupin grimaced at him.

"I know what happens when I'm stunned. That's why I try to avoid it - more than normal, anyway," he added with a sideways grin. "The werewolf takes over."

"The werewolf?" questioned Snape, still sweeping his eyes over Lupin. This could be more complicated than he'd thought.

"Most of the time, I can control the werewolf quite easily. But when I'm stunned, I can't do anything at all to stop him. Whatever he's done, I hope I haven't been too much trouble for you?"

"No," said Snape again.

"Good. Well, I'm quite tired, so I'll see you in the morn-"

"Lupin?" Snape interrupted. Lupin looked at him questioningly.

"Yes, Severus?"

"If the werewolf takes over when you're stunned, doesn't that mean that the werewolf is a separate being from yourself?"

"Well," said Lupin slowly, eyes narrowing. "I suppose so . . . "

"Then, doesn't that mean that he can be destroyed, as a separate being?"

Lupin smiled sadly. "No, I'm afraid not, Severus. I assure you, I've looked into all possible cures that people have experimented with. It's never worked, no matter what they've done." Lupin laughed. "Sorry to cheat you out of the fame for discovering a cure - I wouldn't mind."

"Did Bill come talk to you today?" asked Snape.

Lupin shook his head. "No, no one has been here, not since I woke up. Good night, Severus."

"Snape nodded, and left the bedroom.

oOo

He headed down to the previously ignored basement kitchen, in search of Bill. Snape had learned long ago to call most of the Weasleys by their given names. Calling out 'Weasley!' in a room holding no less than nine of them only resulted in a lot of unnecessary confusion. The youngest boy, Potter's friend, was now the only one to answer when Snape yelled out their surname.

Thankfully, there were only two of them in the kitchen tonight - Molly and Bill. Molly was a frightening woman - almost as frightening as Bellatrix. As if her clan was not already large enough, she took it upon herself to include everyone - and most especially everyone in the Order - into her family as well. Snape had been horrified to discover that, in the eyes of the Weasley mother, he was seen as a nephew of some sort - a nephew with a nasty temper. She smiled at him when he was 'active' around her, as though it were just another regular family event. It irritated Snape to no end. (If you aren't aware, 'active' is used to refer to children that are bad. The reason being, we're not supposed to call children bad, but rather tell them that their behavior was bad.)

Bill Weasley's appearance did nothing to phase Snape - he had been young once (and he rather liked to think he was still mildly young, as he was only 36). Snape's own hair was too long for Molly, so he wasn't surprised to see her trying to swipe at Bill's longer hair with her wand while her son wasn't looking.

Snape stalked up to Bill and his mother, nodded a greeting to Molly, who smiled knowingly, then turned to the other man.

"Bill. Did you speak with Lupin earlier?"

Bill's momentary look of confusion was not comforting, but he covered it well. "Oh, well, he's not in the house, so someone must have taken him to St. Mungo's before I got to him." Bill shrugged.

Snape felt a glare building up. He knew it wasn't entirely Bill's fault. Snape had not specified where Lupin could be found, and Bill had obviously been as busy as the rest of the Order at the time. The master bedroom hadn't been used to hold anyone, with all the creepy objects, which apparently only Black and Lupin could approach, hanging about. When Bill hadn't come across Lupin, even when the halls and holding rooms had been emptied, it would be natural for him to conclude that Lupin had been taken away by someone else. It as completely reasonable. Still . . .

"Idiot!" Snape hissed. Bill raised an eyebrow, and his mother sighed. Expecting another family argument, Snape supposed. He resisted the urge to shudder at the thought. Instead, he continued on. "Lupin has been sitting alone in the master bedroom all day. He could have hurt himself!" The last bit Snape added because Molly was beginning to look horrified, and Snape enjoyed increasing the feeling of dread. Bill cringed.

"Oh! I didn't think to look there. Sorry." Bill ducked his head like a child, caught with his hand in a cookie jar. Snape was about to add another insult or two when Molly interrupted.

"Oh my goodness! We've got to get him to St. Mungo's!" She stood up, and began gathering her cloak. "Was he hurt badly? Is he all right? Is he alive?"

"Yes, he's alive!" Snape snapped. He added an 'unfortunately' in his own mind, but didn't voice it. He'd sometimes dreamed of a world with no Black, Potter, or Lupin, and losing Lupin would put him another step closer to his dream . . . "And there's no need for the hospital. He's fine, now."

Molly's look of horror faded, rather comically, into confusion. "How . . . How can he be fine now, if he was injured earlier?"

Snape glared at her. "Who said he was injured? He was stunned." He turned to Bill. "And I wanted you to talk to him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to speak with the Headmaster." He whipped around, robes swirling, and stalked to the fireplace, leaving two very confused Weasleys behind.

oOo

The headmaster's office stood in its usual grace and splendor. The portraits of previous headmasters hung on the walls of the circular office, feigning sleep. Fawkes the phoenix stood preening his wings on his perch. He was not quite full-grown as of yet, but he was getting close. Headmaster Dumbledore himself sat at his desk, looking slightly weary and tired, but with a bright twinkle in his eyes none-the-less. Various forms and documents were strewn about his desk.

Snape knew there were several complications from the Order's part in the attack on Diagon Alley that afternoon. The fidelius charm and several other wards and charms had been removed from Grimmauld Place to allow for the refugees. The Ministry of Magic was also pounding the Order with questions about why and how they had been involved in the rescue efforts.

"Good evening, Severus." said Dumbledore, gazing at the man over his half-moon glasses. "Or should I say 'Good morning'? Ah, I see that I should," he added, after glancing at his watch. "Whichever it is, what do you have to report? Or," Dumbledore frowned slightly as he gazed at his Potions Master. "Is there something else?"

Snape cleared his throat nervously. Sometimes, that man was far too perceptive. Snape began with his usual report. He explained the celebrations of the Death Eaters (although Snape did not go into much detail on this - the cheering and laughing Snape could handle. But the dancing was downright disturbing.) He also explained methods Snape knew had been used in the attack, and charms that he knew had been placed around Diagon Alley to prevent the Ministry or Order from retaking it, along with a few precautions Snape suspected had been used. Dumbledore recorded a few notes from Snape's report, then set it aside for later consideration. When he finished, the Headmaster looked up at Snape again.

"And? There is something else you need to report, correct?"

Snape hesitated, but continued. "Yes, there is, Headmaster. During the battle, I came across Lupin. He was stunned by five of my companions, and then began to act very oddly."

A/N: Odd place to stop, I know. I promise I'll do my very very best to continue soon. I dislocated my shoulder, so I don't have to work (Hurrah! Although, I could have done without the pain). I should have some free time. I just wanted the next part all in one chapter.