(A/N: I have recently gotten a few reviews that this fic is a bit confusing. I'd like to ask how so? I want to try to make things less confusing if possible. Please either e-mail me or leave a review telling me how this is confusing.)
Harry, Ron and Hermione reached the large painting of fruit. Hermione reached up with her wand and tickled the pear.
The painting then swung open and the three entered and were instantly surrounded by house elves eager to serve
"Could you tell us where Dobby id?" asked Hermione.
While one of the house elves complied another piped up asking, "Can we do anything else for you sirs?"
"I could go for a ham sandwich," answered Ron.
"Ron," scolded Hermione.
"What?" asked Ron with a innocent look, "You're not still on about spew are you? They like to serve us you know!"
"It's S.P.E.W. and yes I am still on about it, it is slavery! Besides it'll be lunch soon."
"I didn't eat breakfast and they're happy to serve can't you just leave them alone?"
Before Hermione could argue any further on the topic Dobby called out, "Harry Potter, sir, Dobby is so glad you have come to visit him."
"It's no problem Dobby," shrugged Harry.
"Dobby," broke in Hermione, "Where's Winkey?"
"I am afraid that she is not doing so well. It is very embarrassing to Dobby seeing her as she is."
"Can we see her?" asked Hermione.
"She is not well at all," warned Dobby leading the three to the fireplace where Winkey sat passed out, butterbeer bottle in hand.
"I've tried to stop her but poor Winky is getting worse," admitted Dobby, his ears drooping in shame.
"It's alright," comforted Hermione.
"Pardon me miss," interrupted a female house elf who had just brought Ron his sandwich, "but we nee Dobby to help with the lunch preparations."
"By all means," agreed Hermione, "We had better get going anyway."
When the three left Hermione remarked, "Poor Winkey, if only she's understand that she's better off free than serving Mr. Crouch."
"She doesn't see it that way, she just wants to server her master, just like all the other house elves," answered Ron.
"What about Dobby? He wanted to be free. He's happier now that he's free."
"Dobby's a little off his cracker, right Harry?" asked Ron.
When there was not response from Harry Ron and Hermione turned to find Harry standing a few fee behind them completely zoned out staring off into space.
"Harry?" asked Ron waving his hand in front of Harry's face, "Harry, mate, you all right?"
Harry did not respond.
"Harry?" asked Hermione giving him a nudge.
"What?" asked Harry as if nothing happened confused as to why his two best friends were staring at him.
"Harry, you snapped out of it again," answered Ron.
"I did?"
"Yes," answered Hermione, "I think we should take you to the infirmary."
"I'm fine," protested Harry.
"Zoning out like that is not normal," argued Ron in agreement with Hermione.
(A/N: I know that there were no thought in this chapter but they just didn't seem to fit at this moment. As you can guess there is something up with Harry, but the story is not about him. Sorry that this chapter is so short. I'll try to do better next chapter.)