Hey, this is just something I thought up while reading HPDH one night... Just a oneshot, please review!!!
p.s. Harry has just buried Dobby
DISCLAIMER: I know there is some plagourism, please don't sue me JK, it was just an alternate chapter!!! I own nothing!! Don't sue me, I'm funny
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"You buried the elf," said Griphook, sounding rancorous. "I watched you from the window of the bedroom next door."
Your legs must be healing nicely, then, thought Harry, but what he said instead was, "yes."
Griphook looked at him out of the corners of his slanting black eyes.
"You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter."
"In what way?" asked Harry, as if he needed another reason to be unusual.
"You dug the grave."
"So?"
Griphook did not answer, and in truth, he was afraid to. He was decidingon whether or not he should do it...
"You also rescued a goblin. You saved me, you brought me here. You are a very odd wizard, Harry Potter... I have a request."
Harry didn't know whether this was a good thing or not. He didn't like the expression in the goblin's face, nor his position on the bed. It looked like he was ready to spring up any moment.
"What," said Harry.
"Come closer, boy," said Griphook, beckoning with one long finger.
He didn't want to, but he felt compelled to obey. He leaned ever so slightly closer to the ugly specimen.
Griphook grabbed the front of the Potter boy's robes and planted a big, wet, disgusting kiss on his mouth.
"Long live Harry Potter!"
The goblin's legs must have healed quiet nicely, because any muggle within 20 yards of the protected cottage would swear they heard loud thumps and odd noises, as if two people were trying to kill each other.
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Yes, I know it was short, but I was tired... 24 almost straight hours of night shifts will do that to a person...Please review!!