adjust chapter 33 to more closely match RR

- Revert 'all right' to 'alright' in dialogue
- Restore capital letters when Harry is shouting at the top of his voice
- Fix direction of apostrophe for omitted 'h'

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             <p><span class="raisedcaps">I</span>n Harry’s defence, it could be said that familiarity with his nightmares had worn some of the corners off of them. When one has the same dream repeatedly over the course of a couple of years, some details tend to become slightly blurred. But the Boggart’s magic didn’t care about familiarity and didn’t care about the passage of time. The creature’s unique magical defence seized on the strongest negatively-associated image in Harry’s mind and reproduced it in exquisite, loving detail for its victim.</p>
             <p>Harry’s breath froze in his lungs as he saw an older Ginny sprawled dead on the desk. Details that hadn’t consciously registered that horrible day were reproduced down to the last spatter of blood. The artificially pale face, robbed of all circulation; the bones protruding from her wand arm, the stub of wood still clenched between two fingers; the broken and bent legs; the shredded and burned robe. Glimpses of torn underclothes.</p>
             <p>Harry’s wand was in his hand, but it was shaking so hard he couldn’t raise it. He knew he was supposed to come up with a way to make this humorous, to <em>laugh</em> at it, but there wasn’t anything remotely funny in his mind right now. He clamped down on his Occlumency shields, trying to rob the Boggart of any input. The image wavered slightly as he heard the scrape of desks around him beginning to move.</p>
-            <p>Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Professor Lupin lunge towards him, clearly trying to distract the Boggart. He’d taken two steps, dodging around the desks that were moving away from Harry. He almost reached the Boy Who Lived before something unseen flung him toward the doorway with stunning force.</p>
+            <p>Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Professor Lupin lunge towards him, clearly trying to distract the Boggart. He’d taken two steps, dodging around the desks moving away from Harry. He almost reached the Boy Who Lived before something unseen flung him toward the doorway with stunning force.</p>
             <p>Suddenly Ginny was replaced by another sprawled corpse, mangled beyond recognition, only a few tufts of short red hair visible through the blood and gore that covered the head. Harry gritted his teeth as Ron’s corpse was replaced with an older version of Hermione, face deathly pale, but with her throat a red ruin that cascaded down to cover her blouse. It took a moment for Harry to realize that the animal growl he heard was coming from himself. Then Luna and Neville appeared in quick succession, their eyes glassy from the Killing Curse. Then a final figure that wasn’t dead.</p>
             <p>The red-slitted eyes locked onto Harry’s as Voldemort’s victorious smirk spread across his features. The red silken robes rustled as the Dark Lord almost lazily raised his wand, the green glow of the Killing Curse already lighting the tip.</p>
             <p>“I’ve already won, Potter,” it seemed to hiss as Harry’s scar exploded with well-remembered pain.</p>
-            <p>“<em>No!</em>” Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. “<em>Singularis Nex</em>!” he roared, the simple Boggart-banishing hex forgotten. The much-abused student desks, already pushed back to the walls, shattered to kindling behind him as a mote of pure darkness shot from his wand. Half-forgotten reflexes came to the fore and he dived and rolled to the side to avoid the counterstroke, coming up on one knee to blast Voldemort when he dodged Harry’s initial strike…</p>
+            <p>“<em>NO!</em>” Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. “<em>Singularis Nex</em>!” he roared, the simple Boggart-banishing hex forgotten. The much-abused student desks, already pushed back to the walls, shattered to kindling behind him as a mote of pure darkness shot from his wand. Half-forgotten reflexes came to the fore as he dived and rolled to the side to avoid the counterstroke, coming up on one knee to blast Voldemort when he dodged Harry’s initial strike…</p>
             <p>Only to watch the ersatz Dark Lord stare in confusion at onrushing doom. The pulsing ball of blackness travelled far slower than most curses, but that didn’t matter if its target didn’t move. When it struck the transformed Boggart it exploded with mind-numbing force and Harry had to shield his eyes with his hand.</p>
             <p>When Harry lowered his arm, the Boggart was gone. As were the packing case, Professor Lupin’s desk, the bookshelves, and all the other furnishings at that end of the room. Not even dust remained on the scorched stones, some of which showed hairline cracks.</p>
             <p>Harry swallowed and turned, still on one knee, toward the entrance to the classroom. With a quiet groan, Remus Lupin sat up, blinking owlishly and rubbing at the back of his head.</p>
@@ -151,7 +151,7 @@
             <p>Slowly shaking his head, he entered the room. Hogwarts’ house-elves were as efficient as ever. His desk appeared to be freshly polished, as were the bookshelves holding extra copies of the defence textbooks, and someone had mended the small tear in the seat cushion of his chair… someone who was more proficient with fabric charms than he was, anyway.</p>
             <p>Chuckling slightly, he looked at the clock on the wall. That, too, had been freshly cleaned. There was still an hour before the Great Hall opened for breakfast, so he could get some grading done on those essays.</p>
             <p>But when he opened the left-hand drawer of his desk, he paused in confusion. Had he moved the essays? He checked the right-hand drawer and saw a set of quills and a fresh bottle of ink, but no papers. And how had that bottle been re-filled?</p>
-            <p>“Is everything all right, Master Loopy?” a high-pitched voice said from below his right elbow.</p>
+            <p>“Is everything alright, Master Loopy?” a high-pitched voice said from below his right elbow.</p>
             <p>Lupin jumped with a muttered oath, almost falling out of his chair. He twisted around and stared at a cringing house-elf who was wringing his hands. “Who are you?” he asked, perhaps a bit sharper than he intended.</p>
             <p>“I is being Dobby, and I works here at Hogwarts, Master Loopy, sir. Dobby cleaned up classroom last night. Is classroom to your liking, sir?”</p>
             <p>Remus forced the scowl off of his face. He vaguely remembered hearing Harry talk to someone named Dobby when he was first recovering from his head hitting the doorframe. The overly servile speech of most house-elves tended to rub him the wrong way, but he knew from his studies that they couldn’t really help it. So, he found himself hastening to reassure the little manikin. “Oh no, everything is fine, the room looks wonderful,” he said, causing the elf to beam with happiness. “I was just,” he added diffidently, “wondering if you knew where the essays that were in my desk went?”</p>
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             <p>Now normally, this might have been a good bit of sport, but Harry wasn’t allowed to dodge — not even the slightest bit. Neville, armed with a spare Beater’s bat, was supposed to guard Harry and ‘keep all the Bludgers away’. Neville looked a bit green when he saw Fred release the Bludgers and shot Harry an anxious look. At that point, Harry didn’t dare say a word, or Neville would think he didn’t trust him.</p>
             <p>So Harry sat, cringing, on his broom as Fred and George ran Neville ragged over the course of ten minutes. He’d lost count of the number of cracks of bat on Bludger he’d heard before he realized that Neville was really doing it.</p>
             <p>Red-faced and sweating, squinting with concentration, Neville zoomed around Harry in a tight orbit. His right arm was nearly a constant blur of motion as he fended off the Bludgers. Harry stared, amazed, until Neville’s arm began to slow and Oliver blew his whistle.</p>
-            <p>“‘Ere now, that’s enough of that, you two!” he yelled from the goals. George pulled out his wand to Banish the Bludgers back to the case and Neville sagged in relief.</p>
+            <p>“’Ere now, that’s enough of that, you two!” he yelled from the goals. George pulled out his wand to Banish the Bludgers back to the case and Neville sagged in relief.</p>
             <p>Oliver began to chew out the twins as they headed for the lockers, demanding to know why they’d endangered their Seeker for a practice exercise this early in the season.</p>
             <p>“Well, Ollie,” Fred said in a jovial tone, “we thought Neville here could use the motivation. He’s never got past handling two at once, you know.”</p>
             <p>Harry swallowed and turned to look at Neville, who still had that sickly smile on his face.</p>