Because Logi demanded it…

Chapter Four

Albus Dumbledore sat down heavily in the chair and looked exhausted.

"Professor, what did you see in Harry's mind," Herman asked. Harry still didn't think that sounded right, a girl named Herman. Then again who was he to judge, his name was Harry. It was wasn't it? Well of course his name was Harry; it says so in the title.

"Was it awful?" the red headed man with freckles asked.

"No, Mr. Weasley, it wasn't. I wish it were though."

Harry looked at him oddly. What was he talking about? All he did was point that stick thing in his face and say a strange word and then sit back down. Why was he looking like that, he didn't do anything. Like that would be exhausting, even Harry could do that.

"What do you mean?" asked Herman again. She was really nosey for a girl with a funny name.

"There are no thoughts on his mind presently."

Stupid delusion wouldn't know a thought if it came up and kicked it in the arse. Harry did too have thoughts on his mind. He was having them now wasn't he? Wait maybe he wasn't, maybe this is all part of the delusion too. Shit.

"He's in shock? Right?" the red headed man asked stupidly. Yeah that seems right about him.

"I do not believe so Mr. Weasley. He simply has no thoughts in his mind at all."

"Could he be blocking you Professor?" asked Herman in a know-it-all fashion. You know that seemed right about Herman, a know-it-all. "You and Professor Snape did teach him to repel people from his mind without a second thought when Voldemort was still alive."

Voldemort, now that name sounded familiar? Should he have known that name? Why did that red headed man flinch at the sound of the name and why was Harry annoyed by it?

"It is possible Miss Granger, but alas, I highly doubt that he would have the mental fortitude after what he had been through with the prison and its guards."

"Dementors," muttered Harry darkly. Hello, of course he knew who guarded the prison. They have their pictures on the cover of the brochure that they obviously didn't read. These people really need to get out more often.

"Yes, Harry, Dementors," the Headmaster said sadly.

"Is there anything we can do for him Professor?" Herman asked with tears forming in her eyes.

Harry looked at her oddly, why was she crying? Must be because she had a very odd name. That would make him cry too if his name was Herman. Harry was much better than Herman.

"Hopefully, with enough rest here at the school and his friends near him, he will recover. Until then we can only assume that Harry has crawled up into his own mind due to the influence of the constant presence of the Dementors."

"Dementors," repeated Harry.

Apparently this small statement upset Herman even more and she ran over the tall red headed man and sobbed into his chest, causing him to wrap his arms around her protectively.

Harry arched an eyebrow at them. Now that was interesting, but it was probably a by product of this delusion that he was currently experiencing. Harry wondered if he would different kind of delusions in the future.

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Several hours later, Harry barely heard someone entering the hospital wing while he slept peacefully for the first time in what he could remember. Well that was one thing this delusion had going for it.

"Harry, wake up."

Harry refused to open his eyes. He was asleep and the delusions were back and they wouldn't go away. Harry thought that if he just ignored them that maybe they would go away. He didn't want to end up talking to people that weren't really there. It would better if he just died.

However, he then felt someone tugging at his shoulder. "Harry, come on now, you need to wake up."

Harry shrugged the hand off and rolled over under his covers and tried to sleep again. Sleep was a good thing. Sleep was a peaceful thing.

"Harry, it's time for you to eat something," the voice said kindly.

"Food?" asked Harry blearily. Okay this was it, it is official, and he was in the land of the loony people. Never would someone come to him and tell him it was time to eat. Usually a guard would come by and fill his plate and then move on with no fanfare. Not that this was fanfare, just a gentle hand offering food.

Was it possible for him to taste food from a delusion? Everything probably tastes like chicken.

"That's right Harry; I have food here for you to eat."

Harry forced his eyes open and found the red headed woman again. Mum? Was that her name? What an odd name for someone to have. Mum? It doesn't matter; maybe Susie would be a good name for her.

"Susie?"

Molly Weasley looked at him oddly. "I don't know who Susie is Harry."

"Food?"

"Yes, I have food," Mrs. Weasley said placating, "now why don't you sit up so you can eat it better?"

However, it seemed that Harry had other ideas. Instead of sitting up, Harry grabbed something from the tray and began eating it while looking at her as if she would take it from him. She's not getting his food.

"Harry, it's alright, this is all for you. You don't need to gulp it down like that."

Harry continued to stare at her as he horded his food as best he could. He even went so far as to try and hide food under his blankets for later, like he did when he was a child at the Dursley's and they wouldn't feed enough and he had to hide food to have later. It didn't take him long before he cleared off the tray of food, which was amazingly good considering it was all delusion food and not real.

"Would you like some more?" asked Mrs. Weasley in a motherly fashion. However, Harry continued to stare at her and didn't answer. Mrs. Weasley smiled at him and said, "Here let me trade this tray for another and you can have some more."

"Trade?"

"Yes, Harry, that's right," she said hoping that he was understanding what was going on around him finally. "I'll just trade this tray for another and you can have some more food." Smiling she took the tray away and left the hospital wing heading towards the kitchens.

Stupid delusion would have to bring the trade into this. Harry had hoped to forget about his trade agreement with one the human guards of the prison, but it seems that was going to be brought into this new reality as well. So with a sour look on his face, Harry got out of bed and on shaky legs walked into Madam Pomphrey's office and went directly to the fireplace. After a few moments of searching, Harry found a small pot of floo powder and taking a small handful out, he steps into the fireplace.

"Azkaban."

To Be Continued … Please Read and Review

I know that this chapter is short, but if I had continued on, then you wouldn't have anything to look forward too in the next chapter.