"It’s fine Dud - it’s just chocolate, it’ll make you feel better," Harry was surprised when Dudley reluctantly accepted the chocolate from Remus and took a small bite, having expected some level of hysteria from his cousin. He didn’t particularly have the capacity to examine Dudley’s response, as his attention was occupied by his own slow recovery. Though he had always been vulnerable to the influence of dementors, he hadn’t been this severely effected in a long time. He could feel cold sweat on the back of his neck and hear his blood whooshing through his ears - a retch was sitting somewhere in the middle of his chest.