I would be demented if I thought that Harry Potter belonged to me. The books belong to JK Rowling, and the character apparently belongs to Hermione.
I'm filling in for last chapter, so double the disclaimers and double the jokes.
The final ten minutes of the journey to Hogwarts passed quickly, with Ron and Lupin conversing about the coming year and Lupin's lesson plans. Apparently being an Animagus convinced him that the results were more than worth the study, and he had taken a leaf out of Hermione's book. Harry was once again bundled into himself, his body now resting on Hermione's lap. The girl was appalled by his lack of weight and she forced him to eat her own pumpkin pasty, which he grudgingly accepted, if only to stop her shouting into his ear.
When they arrived, Harry found himself too cold to even stand, and so he handed the Guide to Ron. After a quick scribble in the book and some tests on the trunks, he raised his wand and cast a flawless Mobilicorpus, to which the Boy-who-lived grinned- Ron could do anything if he wanted to. With Hermione and Lupin's dual warming charms, a toasty Potter floated out of the train, the invisibility cloak draped over him to avoid the stares of the other students as he led the way to the invisible-horse drawn carriages.
As they sat down, Harry shivered. Lupin had disappeared somewhere and his warming charm was wearing off, but Ron's replacement spell worked well enough to keep him comfortable. Although it was hardly necessary by this point, the boy with the lightning scar found his head once again in Hermione's lap. This time she had taken to gently stroking his unmanageable hair, which he found he very much liked; he even purred, and was sent into a fit of giggles as soon as he imagined a purring acromantula.
Harry let his mind wander and once again saw his Animagus form, except that he found a humanoid form this time, and by the position and shivering he could see, he could tell that it was himself, dying in the freezing temperatures. What did it mean? Was this his future? The hint to some secret magic? An image sent by that hooded demon on the train?
He watched as the form blurred. His mind's eye was suddenly blinded by that formless silver stuff once again, and he lost concentration, retreating back to the conscious world.
He was greeted by a terrible chill, a silver fog and two more of the mobile fridges (he chuckled in his mind and vowed to insult evil things more often). He dimly felt a slight chilling effect, but whatever the mist was, the iceboxes feared it more than Hermione feared low grades, and they avoided it like the plague.
When the carriage finally stopped, Harry felt brave enough to walk again, and did so, Hermione and Ron acting as support. "Thanks, guys," he muttered as they made their way down the steps.
"What, mate, did you think we were gonna leave you behind?"
"Obviously not," Harry snorted, flicking Ron in the ear with the hand draped over the redhead's shoulder, "you'd get one less Christmas present if you did."
Ron scowled at this. "I can drop you right here if you want!" The boys looked at each other, before bursting into laughter, which continued until they heard familiar strutting footsteps.
The gloating voice of Draco Malfoy could be heard above the rumbling of departing carriages. "Is it true, Potter? Did that Dementor really freeze you? I overheard some dirty, ragged old man talking about it."
Harry was unfazed. "If you mean the frigid freezer, he didn't feel you were enough of a threat to freeze," he stated matter-of-factly, "now shove off, Malfunction, I kinda need thawing." As the trio pushed past their foils, Harry noted with satisfaction the slapped-with-a-fish kind of face Malfoy had pulled. Anyone nearby at the right time would have heard something about a blond haired brain-cell killer.
As the three came out of earshot of Malfoy, Hermione and Ron turned to face Harry. "Harry, why you felt the need to- oh, shut up," she snapped; the grin on her face had ruined the effect of her speech, and the two boys had burst into laughter as she spoke. She ended up levitating Harry under the invisibility cloak again, as he had fallen to the floor and cooled down once more, unable to even sit back up in the combined efforts of laughter and frigidity.
The three made their way through the entrance hall, Harry occasionally bumping his head on things as Hermione couldn't see the effects of her spell, and took off for the hospital wing to get Harry checked up. pushing open the door, they set him in the bed which now inexplicably had a golden plaque hung at the foot, which read 'For the Many Mishaps of Harry Potter'. Harry wondered if Fred and George had snuck in over the summer. The theory was Jossed when Madam Pomfrey marched briskly towards the bed and noticed his line of sight.
"Do you like it? I figured I would need that sign, what with the Dementors and your past.
"What's up with the iceboxes, anyway?" Harry wondered, frowning, "how come the one on the train only froze me?"
Madam Pomfrey's eyes widened slightly at this question. "They froze you? They didn't suck out your happiness and leave you with only bad memories?"
"Yeah, they only froze me, but I don't think anyone else was affected by that," he replied, with a questioning glance at Ron, who quickly took over.
"It was maybe a little cold, he spoke, shuddering slightly, "but I don't remember that so much as hearing Ginny's name like we did at the end of last year. Did you see anything, Hermione?"
Hermione had seemed quieter than usual since the icebox incident, as Harry was about to find out why. "I saw Harry freezing to death again," she sniffed, seemingly on the brink of tears, and Harry hugged her from behind, calming her until she abruptly fell into a deep slumber, the stress of the day coupled with magical exhaustion having obviously tired her a great deal.
Harry pulled out his wand and levitated her into his bed, where she unconsciously pulled him into a cuddle. Ron draped the covers over the pair without a word, lest Hermione wake, and he left for the feast after much fussing from Poppy. As the door silently closed, Harry drifted off to a dream about warmth and happiness, hoping beyond all hope that Hermione was experiencing the same.
Sorry if the scenes aren't heartwarming enough. I think I did well, but I don't have anything to compare with so some reviews would be wonderful. That's right! You can insult my writing and intelligence at no extra cost! Best day of your life, I know.
Anyway, I didn't mean to make the HHr so blatant, or the change so fast, but a life threatening situation will do that to you, and I think I like how it turned out.
Also, foreshadowing. Much foreshadowing. You probably won't spot it all; some is VERY subtle. (At least in my opinion, again I have nothing to compare to.)
Finally, I'm proud of the Malfunction nickname I came up with. Reminds me of Snivellous Snape.