Harry, now age 18, had defeated Lord Voldemort two years ago then finally married Ginny three months ago. As he sat at his office desk in Hogwarts where he now taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, he started thinking that he had wanted to see someone… Dobby! Harry went down to the kitchens to see what Dobby had been up to lately. After all, he hadn't been to see Dobby in a very long time, not since before the downfall of Lord Voldemort more than two years ago, in fact. On the way there, he was ambushed by none other than Peeves.

"Ugh! Peeves! Stop throwing wads of gum at me! Do you want me to get Fred and George?" Harry shouted at Peeves's retreating back, "I didn't think so!" Harry sighed. Peeves was impossible. Threatening him with Fred and George Weasley was the only thing that would stop him from tormenting the students that he taught Defense Against the Dark Arts to. He continued onto the kitchen to see Dobby.

The next floor down, Harry ran into yet another obstacle, or rather, he sunk into another obstacle. "Gred, Feorge! Come clean up your swamp!" Harry called. The swamp shrank until it disappeared. Thank goodness I know how to get rid of their swamps. Harry thought with a sigh of relief. Life would be quite difficult if no one could get rid of them.

He continued down the next hallway. The walls were pink again. Oh well, at least they're not puke green like last time. Harry moved on, leaving the pink walls behind him.

He had finally reached the pear where the kitchens were. He reached up to tickle the pear, but it wasn't a pear anymore. It was Dobby. I wonder what happened here… and who made Dobby king? Harry went into the kitchens to see what was up. What he saw disgusted him.

All over the walls were gigantic moving pictures of Dobby wearing a crown. The walls were all kinds of disgusting looking colors, like bubblegum pink, lime green, and a paste-looking blue. The floor was carpet in a checkerboard pattern with the colors yellow and reddish-purple. Worst of all, next to the King Dobby posters were huge pictures of himself. Harry sighed. What did Dobby do now?

"Dobby! Come here!" Harry called.

"Harry Potter, sir, you musts wait for an audience with the king," replied a house elf near-by.

"Could someone please tell me what the heck is going on?" Harry asked, horrified.

"Harry Potter, sir, our king decorated this room. Doesn't Harry Potter like it?" The excited house elf responded.

"No, not at all." Harry told the elf grimly.

"Harry Potter must like decorations!" Came a commanding voice from the end of the room. The 'king' had arrived. All the elves sank to their knees and put their noses on the ground. Then they started chanting 'Dobby is our king. Dobby is our king,' repeatedly.

Harry laughed. The scene was actually very funny.

The 'king' spoke again, "Greetings, Harry Potter."

"Hello to you too, Dobby," he said.

"That's King Dobby to you! Now bow down to me!" Dobby shouted.

Great, there's another vibrant, color-loving, evil house elf overlord to take care of. Joy. At least this one doesn't want to take over the world. This one only wants to take over the Hogwarts house elves. Better go get Dumbledore. With that, Harry turned and headed for the Headmaster's office...

Disclaimer: I don't Own Dobby, Dumbledore, or Harry. Just borrowing.

Author's Note: If you've read this before, it's because I was being stupid and took it off the site, but now I'm putting it up again to see if anything happens with it. And note that this is a really old fic, in that when I originally wrote it, Half-Blood Prince wasn't even out yet. So that means that this is offically AU and Pre-HBP. Happy reading.