Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [82]
“We can’t go around them, they surround the entire place,” said Ron.
“We can’t go over them, that many dementors sucking the happiness out of you at once could practically kill you,” said Hermione.
“We can’t go under them either,” said Harry. “There’s no way we could make a hole from under the island and into Azkaban without arousing suspicion.”
Harry was suddenly brought of his thinking by his patronus. It was sniffing him.
“Get off!” said Harry, nudging the silver stag, but it wouldn’t move. It’s nose was finding its way inside Harry’s pocket. “Get off!” Harry yelled again, slightly louder, and pushing him harder, but the stag would still not budge.
“Maybe it wants what’s in your pocket Harry,” said Ron. “Maybe you still got some food in there from the forest.” Harry reached inside, and heaved out everything that was inside. He examined it for anything that may have attracted the stag. All that was there, though, was a few quills, a spare ink jar, a few mirror-munchies left over, a few small candy frogs to give to Sirius and Lupin, and…
“Yes!” yelled Harry so loud that everyone, even the stag, jumped. “I’ve got it!” Harry threw everything to the ground, except the mirror-munchies which he held in his hand as though they were gold.
“What’d so great about those, Harry?” asked Ron. “They’re just some of Fred and George’s stupid candy.” Harry put a smirk on his face.
“Candy yes… but in this case… a tool. These candies will turn you into the closest living thing. So, if we eat one near the dementors, we’ll turn into one, and then we can just waltz our way in disguised as dementors!” Hermione and Ron’s eyes grew at least twice their size, and Hermione ran up and gave him a hug.
“Harry!” she yelled after hugging him. “You’re brilliant!”
“Don’t thank me,” said Harry as he passed out the mirror-munchies, “thank Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.” Harry walked over to the stag, who was busy eating one of the chocolate frogs on the ground. Harry picked up the rest, and patted the stag on the mane.
“Thanks boy!” he whispered as Ron and Hermione started swimming over to the Azkaban island. Harry jumped in after them, and started swimming across as well. It was very difficult , especially with thick robes on. But, Harry eventually made it across and to the shore of the Azkaban island where the dementor’s noises were much louder. As they tried to suck the happiness out of Harry, he just kept reminding himself that he would soon be rescuing Sirius and Lupin, and everything would be good.
He kept reminding himself this all the way up to being face to face with a dementor. He looked over to his left, and saw Hermione with her candy out, and to his right, Ron, doing the same.
“We’ll eat them on three,” said Harry, bringing his mirror-munchy out of his pocket. “One… two… three!” Harry popped the mirror-munchy into his mouth.
CHAPTER 17- Azkaban
The mirror-munchy seemed to be expanding in his mouth. It withered its way down his throat like a snake, and landed in his stomach like a ball of lead. Harry collapsed to the ground under the extreme weight, and clutched his stomach which now felt like a giant slimy mass. It was growing larger and larger inside him, until it couldn’t fit inside his anymore and the suddenly, it began coming out.
“It’s leaking out of my pores!” yelled Hermione as clear liquid started flowing out of her. “It’s coming out of my skin!” The same thing was happening to Harry, clear liquid was coming out of his skin all over.
“Don’t worry Hermione!” yelled Harry, trying to stay calm. “It’s probably just part of the process!” But Harry was not feeling to sure of this, the liquid was pouring out at an even faster rate, with more and more…. Only it wasn’t falling onto the ground, it was staying on his skin, like some sort of lotion. Harry was quickly covered in this fluid, and then he felt his body go rigid. The liquid, starting at his feet and working its way up, was changing color and texture, it was turning into black cloth.
The liquid kept changing, all