Ok, this is the rewrite that was so badly needed. I think the beginning of the chappy is ok, so I will just add on from . . .
"What the hell did you put in me? I feel like I just drank several thousand gallons of caffeine." Without another word he dry heaved over the side of the bed. He rolled back over and wiped his mouth on his arm. "Ahhh, I see you put nothing in my stomach either; very clever." No one said anything causing Harry to roll his eyes. "Well don't stay silent. Talk, make noise. This silence is killing me." Hermione visibly shuddered at Harry's terminology. His mood darkened immediately. "Where is he?" Dumbledore reached into his pocket and drew out of it a small black stone. Harry nodded.
Harry tried to get up to reach for it, but even before Madame Pomphry could make a noise of protest his arm had collapsed underneath him. He smiled wryly, "Well, it was worth a try anyways." He lay resignedly back down on his bed and turned to Hermione who had started forward the moment it had looked as if might need help. "So," he paused to continue, and she leaned forward in anticipation. He shook his head and continued, "I was wondering if you had any good books I could read. It looks as if I might be staying here for the next day or two and I do think it might get a bit boring." Hermione nodded again, even more enthusiastically then before, and jumped up looking happy to finally be doing something other than worry. "Educational please!" Harry called out after her as she practically ran out of the room. He turned back to Dumbledore smiling slightly at her zest.
"If you could please keep it firmly locked up, I would be most grateful." Harry asked, referring to the little black stone Dumbledore was still clutching in his hand. "Well, if you all don't mind I am going to get some rest." He turned to lie on his side. It amazed him at the speed he had gotten so tired, it had just come upon him like a wave. He was about to fall asleep before he remembered, he turned back and mumbled wearily, "Oh yes, and tell Hermione to just leave the books on the nightstand." He had barely made contact with his pillow when he was driven into unconsciousness. The others turned to leave and caught Hermione in the hallway where they informed her of the situation. She nodded and slipped quietly in and out of the infirmary before making her way back up to the common room knowing she both she and Ron were going to have to answer a lot of questions.
The next few days were very trying for Harry. He was not used to all of the attention he was getting. Finally on the sixth day he had had enough.
"Alright!" Hermione and Ron who had previously been fussing over the fact that Harry was "too active too early" jumped, "this is enough, I am fine, look!" and to prove his point he threw the covers aside and put his feet on the ground. He got slightly dizzy, but he wasn't about to admit that to his friends. "See! Fine!" He turned and started walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Hermione called out getting up and starting towards the door as well.
"Dumbledore's office." With that he turned into the corridor and started walking down the now familiar path. He had been dreading this moment slightly, and by the time he got to the gargoyle (which opened for him as he approached despite his obvious lack of password) he was really worried that his plan might work. He was, however, a master at concealing his emotions now and neither of his friends noticed anything. Maybe it was their obvious obliviousness, or the fact that they looked so unprepared, whatever it was, he knew that his plan would have to work. There was just no other option.
Ok from here on out, you guys have all read this, I hope you guys like the rewrite a little better, I don't know about it myself, but I will have a new chappy up soon, love you all!
Harry walked over to Dumbledore each step increasing in its confidence. He held out his hand and Dumbledore deposited the stone in his palm without hesitation. Harry headed towards the door assuring everyone he knew they were following him when he said "room of requirements" over his shoulder.
They walked in silence the entire way, and everyone stood back as Harry passed the same spot on the wall three times. A door appeared and Harry walked up and opened it without hesitation. The other four (Albus, Arthur, Hermione, and Ron) walked in a little less confidently. Once the four of them had all stepped into the room Harry waved his hand and the door slammed shut and disappeared into the wall. The four people looked around them and exchanged confused glances. They were in what looked to be, in all appearances, a storeroom. Harry was stopped in front of a wardrobe in the corner. He opened the door and the four people just got further confused when a dark gray mist oozed out onto the floor.
"Damn," Harry muttered lightly under his breath.
"Harry?" Hermione asked questioningly. Harry shoved the blob back into the wardrobe with his foot and turned around with an annoyed expression on his face. I thought it would turn into a dementor like it usually does, but nothing seems to be going my way today." He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Well, except for this cool wandless magic. This is pretty neat." Hermione didn't seem to have heard his last words though.
"That, that thing was a boggart?!" Harry nodded and kicked at the wardrobe.
"Bloody useless thing it turned out to be too. Well I guess we'll just have to go to Azkaban then." He turned and walked out of the newly materialized door. Those that were following him were too stunned to say anything and merely managed to follow dumbfounded in his wake.
It only took about two minutes to make it out of the front door of the castle, and a further ten from there to the front gate. Small talk about the odd boggart was the only thing to arbitrarily penetrate the silence. Once they passed the gate Harry turned back around.
"Alright, Hermione you hold onto Dumbledore. Ron, you hold onto your father. We are going to Azkaban. Both of you imagine a dementor clearly as you can as I doubt you have seen Azkaban. Ok? Ok. Let's go then." Without a last look he disapparated. Both Dumbledore and Arthur exchanged surprised glances but managed to shake off their bewilderment pretty quickly.
"Ok, Ron? Hemione? Ok, just think of a demntor alright? Picture it as clearly as you remember it. Ok, on the count of three." Arthur finished speaking and Dumbledore grabbed Hermione's arm, Ron's dad doing the same thing for him.
"One," Dumbledore began, "two, three!"
With a pop (slightly louder than usual) all four of them were gone.
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