I'm back! Did you miss me? I just decided that since I already had this chapter written, I'd go ahead and post it. But, I'm not going to post anymore until I have a few more chapters written. Like I said before, I have a busy summer.

This chapter is committed to my father as a late Father's Day present. I love you, Dad!

Anything you recognize to not be fanfiction does not belong to me. I OWN NOTHING IN THIS CHAPTER EXCEPT DANI, TORI AND CRYSTAL!

"Blah-" J.K. Rowling's work (not mine)

Chapter One: A House-Elf Named Dobby

Summer. To a lot of people, this means a break from school, a time to relax, and vacation. This means the same to me, including a break from a spotlight that seemed to follow me everywhere in the wizarding world. I am Danielle Potter, Harry Potter's twin sister and the Girl-Who-Lived.

To put it simply, this was one of the best summers ever. I was spending a month with three of my favorite people in the world. Two of them were from the future (where I'd spent ten years of my life); the other was a fellow Ravenclaw. In other words, I was spending half of my summer with Mandy Brocklehurst, my adopted Aunt Crystal, and Victoria (Tori) Woods.

Today was July 31, 1982. It was my twelfth birthday. I had gotten some presents from Mandy, her mother, Aunt Crystal, and Tori, but nothing from my brother and my other friends. I knew the reason why.

"I still can't believe this is all real!" Tori exclaimed for the millionth time this month during breakfast.

"You'll get used to it," I said. "I'm still kind of bewildered that I'm someone famous." I decided to change the subject. "You still haven't told me anything new about Legend of Zelda."

"Luna, you know that I only want Twilight Princess 2."

"Come on, why would you only play a game for their graphics?"

"Skyward Sword looks like a cross between Twilight Princess and Wind Waker."

"Wind Waker's a great game!"

"Well, the graphics look more fluid than any other Zelda game I've ever played."

I turned my gaze from her as I entered the room we were sharing. I gasped.

"Why are you gasping?" Tori asked. "It can't be that unbe-" She then gasped.

A house-elf was pacing on my bed!

"Um… hi," I said.

"Danielle Potter!" it squeaked. Its large green eyes bulged. This must be Dobby. "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, miss… Such an honor it is…"

"Uh, thank you," I said. "Why don't you sit down and tell us who you are." I gasped when the elf burst into tears. "I'm sorry! Did I offend you?" The elf wailed even louder. At that time, Aunt Crystal walked through the bedroom door with a basket of laundry. As soon as she laid eyes on Dobby, she shrieked and dropped the laundry basket.

"What are you?" she asked.

"Dobby, miss. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf."

"What are you doing here?" Tori asked, even though I knew that she already knew.

"Dobby has come to tell Danielle Potter… it is difficult, miss… Dobby wonders where to begin…"

"Why don't you sit down?" Aunt Crystal asked politely. The elf started wailing again. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you!"

"Offend Dobby!" Dobby choked. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a human – like an equal –"

Aunt Crystal sat the elf onto my bed. He sat there hiccupping. After he controlled himself, he met my eyes with his own large, green ones.

"Haven't you met any decent wizards?" I asked.

"Not many, miss," Dobby said. He started hitting his head on the wall, shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

I grabbed him before he could hurt himself further. "Are you okay?" Tori asked as I set Dobby down on my bed.

"Dobby had to punish himself, miss," the elf said. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, miss…"

"I've read about your kind, Dobby," I said. "You serve a wizard family, and you're bound to serve them for your entire life or until you're set free. They don't know you're here, do they?"

"They don't. Dobby will have to punish himself grievously for coming to see you, miss-"

"Why have you come here?" I interrupted before Dobby could continue.

"Danielle Potter must not go back to Hogwarts!"

"Excuse me?" I asked. "I am going back to Hogwarts. It's one of the only places where I have friends. I belong at Hogwarts."

"No!" Dobby shouted. "Danielle Potter must stay where she is safe. She is too great to lose. If Danielle Potter goes back to Hogwarts, she will be in mortal danger!"

Someone gasped at the doorway. I turned and saw Mandy there. Shock was in her blue eyes. "What's going on? Why's Dani going to be in mortal danger?"

"There is a plot. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year." Dobby started trembling. "Dobby has known it for months, miss. Danielle Potter must not put herself in peril. She is too important, miss!"

"Does this have anything to do with Vol – uh – Moldy-Shorts?" Tori asked. Since when did she start using my ridiculous names for Snake-Face?

"Not – not He-Who-Must-"

"Be-Hyphenated," I finished. Dobby looked at me, confusion written all over his face. "Inside joke. Go on, Dobby."

"It isn't He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, miss." The elf's eyes got wider (I didn't think they could get that wide).

"You-Know-Who can't have had his name forever," Mandy said as she placed a hand under her chin. "I mean nobody would name their child that. So, it had to have been before he changed his name!"

Dobby's eyes brightened. Looks like Mandy figured it out.

"But Snake-Face changed his name decades ago," I said. "Besides, we have Dumbledore at school."

Dobby bowed his head. "Albus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, miss. Dobby has heard Dumbledore's powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But, miss, there are powers Dumbledore doesn't powers no decent wizard…"

Dobby picked up my book from my bedside table and started whacking his head with it, and he yelped each time. I grabbed the book and set it down on the table. I grabbed the elf by the pillowcase he was wearing.

"I can't just sit around here while my friends and brother are in trouble. I have to go back to Hogwarts!"

Dobby looked around nervously and then snapped his fingers. He vanished with a loud pop.