Harry interrupts their bantering with a groan. He falls to his knee's and clutches his stomach. His eyes dart over to Hermione who was in the same state. He swallows hard. "Professor Lupin" He says before a numbness goes through his limbs. He actually thought that he was going to die.
Lupin looks back at Harry then rushes to his side. "Harry, can you hear me?" He glances at Hermione then to the headmaster. "We need to get them to the hospital wing. I don't know what's wrong with them" He begins to help Harry to his feet but is halted by a tug on his robe.
Hermione grabs Professor Lupin's robe bottom. "No. No hospital wing. We're...we're fine." She mumbles.
Remus frowns but continues to escort Harry up the stairs. James was in the process of helping Hermione after he passed Emma off to Lily. They arrive at the hospital wing, side by side. Madam Pomfrey gasps in shock at seeing the two missing Gryffindors but ushers the two men into the room and over to beds so they could place their precious cargo down. She then forces them to leave while she examines her patients.
Madam Pomfrey moves around the hospital wing with ease. A frown is etched on her serious face as he begins to examine the two teens. She tries to remove their shirts to place them in pajama's but is stopped each time with a cold glare. She gives up on that before heading out into the hallway and to the mob of people. "They seem to be in considerable pain. I've tried everything to get them out of their clothing and into something a little less sinister looking but they refuse to let me change them." She sighs. "I can't find anything wrong with them. Everything that I do says that they are two perfectly healthy teenagers. I can't understand why the sudden symptoms."
Remus runs a thin, pale hand through his hair. "Wait a minute. I asked them about their choice in clothing and they both told me that they had no choice in the matter. That could mean that the clothing is hiding something that they don't want us to see." He shots a glance at the closed door.
Dumbledore is clearly worried by the looks of the lines around his eyes and mouth. "Is there anything else? Something they might said on the way here that would lead us to an answer."
"When we arrived in Hogsmeade I mentioned the fact that several deatheaters were seen in the area recently. They didn't seem frightened at the aspect but I would never imagine them to be. But Hermione told me that some deatheaters are forced in serving Voldemort. So they had no reason to fear them." He seems to think for a moment before continuing. "I said that no one can be forced into serving a snake like Voldemort and they got defensive telling me that I didn't know anything about deatheaters. They also referred to him as Lord Voldemort never anything else." Lupin says then adds "Their personalities have changed. They're dark and cold. Nothing like I remembered."
Dumbledore's eye lose their twinkle. "I may know what is wrong with them but I pray that I am wrong" He pushes the door open and disappears into the almost baron hospital wing. He heads over to Harry and Hermione and eyes them. "How long?" He asks quietly.
Harry lifts his sweat drenched head and looks at Dumbledore. "How long what, sir?" It takes a lot of effort out of him to speak.
"How long have you been marked?" Dumbledore eyes their left arms.
Hermione turns her head to face Dumbledore. "Two weeks before Professor Lupin found us." She says quietly.
Dumbledore lifts Harry's left sleeve up and eyes the bare arm. He blinks. "There is nothing here?" He questions.
Harry winces. "It's not on our left arm, sir." He rolls his right sleeve up to show the black mark that stood out against his pale skin.
Professor Dumbledore shakes his head, sadly. "I am very disappointed in you two. I would of expected more from the school prefects. All of this because Mr. Potter didn't want to take responsibility for his sister."
The anger coming off the two teens was obvious. "How dare you? We have been good little puppets for you since our first year. We've saved the wizarding world numerous times and you still treat us like children. You refuse to tell us how Ron died because you want to hide your mistake. Lord Voldemort told us the truth." Harry slaps a hand over his own mouth once the words come out. Both teenagers curl up into balls trying to get the pain to go away. But it wasn't just physical anymore..it was also emotional. They didn't know who to trust anymore.
Dumbledore shakes his head sadly before returning to the waiting group outside. "We all need sleep. Lily, James, I must ask you two to remain here until this can be sorted out. I think some answers are in order or we will lose the loyalty of the two Gryffindor's." He turns away from them and heads off to his office. He had a lot of thinking to do.
The former Professor glares at Lily and James before entering the room. He heads over to the two teens and pulls a chair up, in between their beds. He sits down and sighs. He didn't understand what was going on but he knew that they would need someone to care for them no matter what. And he was resolved to be that someone.