Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the amazing JK Rowling.
A/N: wow i can't believe the response I've been getting from this story. It's nice to think people are reading this and actually liking what they read. I know that this is not perfect but I do try my best and I know that I make a few mistakes but they are unintentional. The reason Harry's mood changed so quickly in the first chapter was because Mrs Weasley comforted him which made him feel better and the icing on his cake to cheer him up even more was seeing Ron and Hermione. Please read and enjoy. Reviews would be gratefully received.
Harry felt as if he was drowning in an icy fog. The cold consumed him, chilling his very bones to the core making him shiver and with great difficulty open his eyes.
It took him a moment to realise he was laying on the floor , with the concerned faces of his best friends and Professor Lupin staring down at him.
"Harry! Are you alright?" exclaimed Hermione, a nervous edge to her voice.
"Y-yeah I think so, what was that thing?" asked Harry shakily.
Professor Lupin, with the help of Ron and Hermione helped to lift a weak Harry on to the seat. It was then that he realised the train was moving again.
"It was a dementor, one of the guards of Azkaban, it's gone now." said Professor Lupin soothingly.
He paused for a moment and dug a large bar of chocolate from his briefcase, where he proceeded to break it into quarters and handed the three shaken children a quarter each.
"Thank you." said Harry shakily, taking a bite, as he did so he felt a sudden warmth spread through his body.
"I'm going to the front of the train to speak with the driver, I'll be right back." and with that, Professor Lupin left the compartment towards the front of the train.
"What happened? Why was I on the floor?" asked Harry, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. Hermione and Ron changed a concerned before Ron spoke up
"Well when the dementor came in you went sort of rigid like you were having a fit or something, then you collapsed and Professor Lupin sent it away with his wand." Harry nodded and tentatively asked
"Did anyone else faint?" Both of his friends shook their heads no.
"No but I felt like I'd never be cheerful again." Hermione said shakily, letting out a small sob.
Ron scooted over next to her and put an arm round her shoulders and pulling her into a hug. Harry fell silent staring out of the window, lost in his thoughts. Why had he collapsed and nobody else had? Did that make him weak? These thoughts bothered him for the rest of the journey.
As they climbed out of the carriages and pushed their way out of the bitter rain that was running down their necks into the gloriously warm entrance hall, Harry felt a warm hand on his shoulder and turned to see Professor McGonagall looking at him, concerned.
"Would you come with me please Mr Potter? You too Miss. Granger."
Utterly confused, Harry and Hermione gave apologetic smiles to Ron who merely shrugged and nodded to the great hall, indicating he would save them seats and entered into the hustle and bustle that would soon be the sorting.
"Mr Potter you in first if you could wait out here while I talk to him Granger?" she questioned Hermione.
Hermione nodded and left the room. McGonagall turned Harry to face her and put both hands on his shoulders, staring into his eyes.
"Are you okay Potter? Professor Lupin informed me that you were taken ill on the train." Harry swallowed and nodded.
"I'm fine Professor McGonagall I just fainted that's all" McGonagall looked at him doubtfully
"Well even so I wish for you to see me after transfiguration tomorrow which incidentally is first period."
Harry nodded and looked towards the door, wishing to get to the feast.
"You may go and wait outside my office while i talk with Miss, Granger."
Harry nodded and left the room, letting Hermione in the door as he did so.
While he was waiting, he slid on the floor as once again, blinding dizziness overtook him which eased slightly as he sat down.
Finally, Professor McGonagall and Hermione left the room and looked at him, concerned when they saw him sitting on the floor. He jumped up and grinned shiftily at the two women standing before him who had such similar expressions it was unnerving.
Once they got to the great hall, Harry filled Ron and Hermione on what McGonagall had talked to him about.
The rest of the feast passed by rather uneventfully. Dumbledore gave the usual start of term notices and then dismissed them for bed. Yawning and dragging their feet, Harry, Ron , Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors made their way to Gryffindor tower. Once they arrived in their dorms, Ron collapsed onto his bed, fully dressed and fell asleep immediately. Harry was awake for five minutes before his tired mind also fell asleep.
Harry and the rest of his dorm mates rose early the next morning and all dressed and got their school stuff ready without talking. They then went down into the common room where Harry and Ron sat and waited for Hermione who always took forever to get ready in the mornings.
Ten minutes later, Hermione arrived so they exited the portrait hole and made their way towards the great hall where they sat in the usual places. Harry realised he wasn't very hungry and just stared down at his food morosely. Trying to think of a way he could vanish his food without Hermione noticing, he didn't realise he was being stared at.
"Harry aren't you going to eat?" said Hermione worriedly
"Yeah," agreed Ron "You need to eat something mate, you need to keep your strength up today."
Harry smiled at his two best friends but try as he might he could not force his toast down. He had no appetite at all today and also felt very ill, not that he told his best friends that, they had worried about him enough.
When McGonagall handed them their timetables, Harry saw that he indeed had transfiguration first period and he swallowed a nervous lump as he remembered his promise to stop after class to have a word with his head of house.
He stood up quickly, startling his best friends who scrambled off the bench and struggled to keep up with him as he made a brisk pace towards the transfiguration classroom
"Whoa where's the fire?" wheezed Ron who was struggling to keep up with him. Harry slowed guiltily and allowed his best friends to catch up with him.
They settled themselves in the back of the classroom and watched lazily as the class filed in, followed by Professor McGonagall. The class began and as it proceeded Harry began to feel worse and worse. His head was pounding and his vision was blurring in and out of focus. Hermione looked at him shrewdly.
"Harry you've gone awfully pale." she whispered, noting his milky white complexion.
Harry, with difficulty, turned to her and gave her a small smile.
"I'm fine just a bit tired." he lied, smiling weakly.
Hermione didn't look like she believed him but let it slip.
The class ended before he knew it and he found himself alone standing in front of McGonagall who was seated behind a large oak desk.
"Potter you're looking extremely pale today and I noticed at breakfast you didn't eat what's going on?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak but at that moment once more a wave of dizziness washed over him, his eyesight blurred and a sharp pain shot up in his temples, his body suddenly felt very weak. He felt himself falling onto the cold stone floor and everything went black.