Chapter 81: A Cure For Severus

The next morning Sirius left the castle and headed for Hogsmead. Remus watched him leave and wished him silent luck. He hoped that this Mary Whiteheart could handle his friend.

"Do you think she's ready for him?" Hermione asked her husband.

"I hope so," Remus said. "Naturally I don't think anyone is ready for Sirius Black."

Hermione laughed and then wrapped her arms around her husband. It was good to have her memory back. She kissed him hungry and he responded.

"Get a room, Lupin," said the cold voice of Severus Snape.

They broke apart to see the Potions Master standing there.

"And what's your problem?" Remus asked.

"Oh nothing much," Severus said. "I just don't want to give the children nightmares for the next several years."

He pointed to some first years that were coming out of the hall.

"Come on, dear," Hermione said.

And she pulled Remus away.

"Next time, we'll get him back," Hermione said.

"And how?"

She grinned at him.

"I've got my way."

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"I think I'm going to be sick," Harry snapped, as he watched Severus leave and head to Hagrid's hut.

"Let it go, Harry," Luna said.

He looked at her and gave her a cold look.

"And who asked your opinion," he snarled.

She looked at him strangely.

"Are you sure that you're alright?" she asked. "Because your getting even more worse then last time."

"I'm fine," he snapped.

And he stormed off.

"He's not alright?" Sheek said to her.

She turned to see the elf standing there, the pre-spring air making his hair blow in all directions.

"What are you talking about?"

He sighed and then walked up to her.

"I think that we need to go somewhere."

He led her to a small classroom and closing the door, he turned and faced her. He hoped that he didn't scare her by what he believed was going on with Harry, but with humans anything would scare them.

"Mrs. Potter do you notice anything strange about how your husband is acting?" he asked her.

"Um, not really, except the jealously."

"And what he like that before?"

Luna bit her lip.

"Well, he wasn't happy about Hermione's marriage to the Professor if that's what you're talking about."

"And what about the children?"

"Well, we told her that he would support her," Luna said. "Sir, what is this all about?"

Sheek let out a sigh.

"I don't think that your Harry is Harry," Sheek told her. "I think that he's possessed by something."

She stared at him.

"What."

He nodded.

"But how?" she asked him. "And what's possesses him?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," he vowed. "Now, Mrs. Potter, you can't tell anyone about what I think. If were going to figure this out, we need to make sure that your husband doesn't know about this."

Luna felt a little scared.

"Are you up to it?"

Luna nodded.

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Sirius arrived at the Three Broomstick on-time. When he arrived the place was full with people that just came here out of respect for the former owner and wanted to keep her place open. He settled in a seat and waited.

"Excuse me," said a pretty voice.

He turned to see a tall witch with long brown hair and eyes. She was thin, a little like Severus in that area, but she was warm.

"Yes."

"I'm Mary Whiteheart," the witch told him. "You must be Sirius Black."

"That I am," Sirius answered.

"Can I sit down?"

He nodded and she took her seat.

"I'm sorry about taking so long to respond," she said. "But with one thing after another it was hard to get out of the office."

"And where do you work at?"

"The Department For The Control And Regulation of Magical Creatures, Spirit Division," she answered.

"Know Moaning Myrtle," he joked.

She smiled at him, but shook her head. This was turning out to be very interesting.

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"Sorry about being late," Sheek told Severus, after he had left Luna thinking.

"Normally I would be upset, but I'm not," Severus said.

He nodded and then told him about the potion.

"So I won't be a werewolf anymore."

"That's right," Sheek answered.

He pulled out a crystal vial and handed it to him.

"Now drink," he ordered.

Severus drank and now all Sheek had to do was wait.