xA/N: I'm baaaack. And better than ever. Writing 'Harry Potter and the Other Mudblood: Book 1' really helped teach me something about my own writing. I hope that this time, lots of people will review. That would be awesome. And I really hope that all of my old readers are back because I love you guys. All of those emails that told me that my stories had been put on alerts or favourited really helped me keep going. So I kept going. And I now present to you: Harry Potter and the Other Mudblood: Book 2!

Dear Harry,

I know that it's only been a week but I thought that I would write to check in. I hope that your summer's been okay. I know that you and your relatives don't exactly see eye-to-eye. You know that you can always write me. I promise I'll respond. Well, mine's been good. I've been playing tennis practically non-stop. Mum's dead set on it. But it's fun anyways and it seems to help me with my flying. The grips are the same and swinging the racket really helps you figure out how to control the broom. I guess that's all. Always,

-Guinevere Montgomery

Dear Harry,

I'm not sure that you got my last letter. It's been nearly a week and I don't think it's possible that Hedwig is slower than Errol and I've already received a response from Ron. Just a reply would be nice - I want to know that you're still alive. Anyways, I was wondering if maybe, once we get our Hogwarts letters, you would want to plan to go to Diagon Alley with Hermione and the Weasley's? I think it sounds good but the date we pick really depends on when your relatives are willing to drive you. Or we could pick you up. That would be fine with me. Waiting,

-Guinevere Montgomery

Dear Harry,

Okay, I decided that I'm going to borrow Errol - however slow he may be. I want to get my letters to you and the post owls don't seem to be working. I'm assuming that you've been writing to Ron and Hermione so I'll get them to ask why you haven't been replying…

Dear Harry,

Ron said that you've not been responding to him either. Don't you like us? I'm going to mail Hermione and…

Dear Harry,

Hermione too? ANSWER US!

Dear Harry,

I'm getting seriously worried…

Dear Harry,

What's going on…

Dear Harry,

Has something happened…

Dear Harry…

Dear Harry…

Dear Harry…

Dear Harry,

I'm going to try Muggle post. Number Four, Privet Drive, right? This better work…

Dear Harry….

oo0O0oo

Gwen sat gazing out the window, a letter from Hermione clutched in her hand. They were both very concerned. It had been nearly two months and Harry had not written. Ron was also going without responses to his letters to Harry. Had something happened? Or was he just ignoring them?

She looked back down at the letter:

Dear Gwen,

How are you holding up? Just as worried as I am I suppose. I can't possibly understand why Harry hasn't been writing. I'm so afraid that something terrible had happened. Harry did say that You-Know-Who wasn't destroyed…no! I mustn't think that way. Ron seems convinced that it's something to do with Harry's relatives. I'm afraid that he's going to do something rash - he always does. It's only a little over a month before we find out once and for all if Harry will return to Hogwarts. And then we can get really worried. Sincerely,

-Hermione Granger

Suddenly, Gwen blinked and stood up. There was someone at the mailbox, extracting a letter! In fact, it was not a someone, but a something. A bat-eared, large-eyed, pillowcase-wearing something. She could clearly read the name on the letter he was stealing - to: Harry Potter!

She flung open the door and dashed down the driveway.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

It turned its large, green eyes on her before tucking the letter away with a whimper and disappearing with a crack. Gwen stayed there for a minute, staring at the mailbox. Whatever that thing was, it was most definitely not Muggle.

oo0O0oo

Over the next few days, Gwen kept a careful watch over the mailbox. However, the creature did not return. She even tried putting bits of parchment in the mailbox but that didn't work. Finally, she decided to try mailing another letter to Harry.

Sure enough, an hour after the post was in the mailbox, the creature appeared. It had only just reached in when Gwen came out to stop it. This time, the thing spoke before disappearing. "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Shocked, Gwen mailed another letter the next day. The Dobby-thing appeared and creaked open the mailbox, not even looking behind him.

"Dobby!" Gwen called out sharply, causing him to drop the letter he had been stealing.

"M-mistress Narcissa?" he whimpered before turning around. "Oh no, it is just Harry Potter's friend, Gummy. Dobby is very sorry Miss Gummy but Dobby has to go now…"

"Oh no, Dobby - you're coming with me!"

She marched him into the house and up the stairs to her room, her hand gripped around his tiny wrist. She was glad that her parents were gone for the weekend because she knew that they wouldn't have been too calm with something like this in the house. She pulled a small wooden chair out of the corner to face her bed and ordered him to sit in it while she took the bed.

"Please explain yourself!" she growled, sounding very much like she didn't mean it when she said 'please'.

"D-Dobby is so very sorry, Miss Gummy, but Dobby had to. Dobby had to take the letters," he pulled a thick wad of letters out of his pillowcase clothing. She could spot her writing along with Ron's impossible printing, Hermione neat cursive and Hagrid's illegible scrawl.

"You had to?" Gwen said more gently. He sounded genuinely sorry.

"Y-yes. To protect Harry Potter, Miss," his eyes widened fearfully and his hands clamped over his mouth. He quickly took a hardcover novel off of her bookshelf and began beating himself over the head with it. "Bad Dobby! Mustn't say! Dobby must be punished!"

"What are you doing?" Gwen panicked and snatched the book away. "Stop that!"

Dobby returned to stand in front of Gwen, his eyes timid.

"I'm sorry I snapped. Why don't you sit down and tell me about it?" Gwen offered.

But this was clearly the wrong thing to do.

"S-sorry? S-s-sit d-down? Oh…I never…never ever…" he wailed.

Gwen felt extremely out of place. She didn't know how to comfort the thing. Come to think of it, she didn't even know what he was. He had taken a careful seat on the chair and his eyes shone as he looked at her in awe.

"How about we start with this," Gwen offered. "Who are you?"

"Dobby, Miss, just Dobby - Dobby the house elf."

"House elf?"

"Yes. A house elf is a servant. Bound to serve the family he is connected to forever."

"Well, that's not too bad. At least you've got a nice place to live - a mansion I'd expect."

Dobby eyes shone. "Oh no Miss, Dobby is not an equal. Dobby is a servant. Kept in the cellar, always punished for mistakes always treated-" Suddenly he stopped and began hitting himself on the head again. "Oh bad, bad Dobby. Almost speaking ill of his family!"

"No, no, no, let's not talk about you're family then. Let's talk about Harry. Why don't you just give me his letters?"

"Dobby cannot do that, Miss Gummy. Dobby has to protect Harry Potter. Harry Potter must not return to Hogwarts."

"What?" Gwen asked worriedly. "Why not?"

Dobby bowed his overly large head. "There is a plot. A terrible plot to harm Harry Potter. He must not return - for his safety."

"Who's plotting? Dobby - you've got to tell me!" Gwen grabbed onto his shoulders.

"Ah! But Dobby cannot, Miss Gummy. Dobby cannot!" he choked, banging his head against the wall.

"What if I guess it? That would be alright?"

Dobby nodded slowly.

"Is it…it couldn't be…You-Know-Who…could it?" she whispered.

Dobby toppled off his chair. "No, not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Miss," Dobby said urgently, eyes wide.

"Alright, then if it's not him, is it someone else?" Gwen asked desperately.

Dobby shook his head urgently. He looked like his eyes would pop right out of his skull.

"So it's….it's not You-Know-Who but it is V-Voldemort?"

"Speak not the name!" Dobby squeaked. "Speak not the name, Miss!"

"Alright. So it is You-Know-Who, but only sort of?" she asked carefully.

"Dobby cannot say! Oh! Dobby cannot say!"

"Dobby, you have to tell me. Harry's in danger. If he doesn't come back to school, he'll be miserable. If he does, he's in danger. He's got to come back to Hogwarts and I've got to know what's going to hurt him, so I can protect him."

"Ah, Miss Gummy is very brave. But Dobby cannot say. Dobby's masters will be missing him and Dobby must return to his home. Goodbye, Miss Gummy. Dobby hopes you will be safe;"

And with a crack, Dobby was gone.

"Dobby! Wait, you've got to tell-" Gwen began. But he was already vanished. "…me."

Gwen paced her room in frustration. Her head was reeling with the clues that Dobby had attempted to give her.

If Harry was in danger, and he must not return to Hogwarts then it must be something powerful. Something that can get past Dumbledore. And it was You-Know-Who but it wasn't. It was only sort of him. Him in a way… It all made her head hurt. It didn't make any sense at all. And if she couldn't protect Harry, something terrible could happen.

She was sure that Harry thought that they hated him. He thought that they hadn't been writing him. She knew that she would have tried to send a birthday present but she decided to save it for when she saw him again - if she saw him again.

She was in that sort of a state for a little over a day before she got two very worrying letters.

Dear Gwen,

Harry hasn't been writing us. It's almost his birthday. That means that he's been unreachable for about two months. It's really scaring me. So me and the twins decided to go rescue him. We'll be there for him by the end of his birthday. I'll mail you when we manage to get him out. From Ron

Dear Gwen,

Did you get Ron's letter? I so afraid that he'll do something illegal. That would be awful. Do you think he'll manage? What if they get expelled? I don't know how to keep calm with this sort of thing happening. Oh Gwen, I'm not even too young to have an anxiety attack. My parents are simply going out of their minds with worry. They say I'm acting all together quite peculiar. I haven't let my room in days, I don't go to sleep until near midnight. All my time is spent waiting for an owl and…oh! Gwen, I won't feel any better until I know he's okay - and that Ron hasn't been arrested. Sincerely,

-Hermione Granger

And even worse when she sent off her replies.

Dear Hermione,

I'm worried too, but whatever Ron does, Harry will be better off than he is now, whatever's happening with him. My hand is shaking much too much to write a longer letter. I'll send you another letter another day. I'll see you on Wednesday, in Diagon Alley. Don't worry too much about Harry. It'll be alright. Still worrying,

-Guinevere Montgomery

Dear Ron,

I do hope that you, Harry and the twins are all right and that you didn't do anything illegal or immoral to get him out. That would be awful - especially because I wasn't there to help. Anyways, you may have already gotten a letter from Hermione telling you this but we're going to Diagon Alley on Wednesday and I hope that you will come with us. Reply as soon as possible to let me know what's going on. Always,

-Guinevere Montgomery

It only took a day for an explanation to come from Ron. Gwen was quick to send another letter.

Dear George,

ARE YOU CRAZY? You three flew a car to Little Whinging to rescue Harry? And you didn't take me! I can't believe you. This is the sort of thing that I would absolutely love - flying a car. And you didn't even tell me what you've been planning. Well, anyways, please make sure that Harry is alright and that you're mother doesn't die of stress over your little flight. Can you do that for me? That would be great. I'll see you on Wednesday then. Always,

-Guinevere Montgomery