A House Elf's Mistake
Summary: Christmas at Hogwarts is always wicked. Or, is it?
Editors Note: I am currently in school and will be writing this during my homeroom to pass the time. So please forgive me if it takes me a little longer than some of my other stories to add new chapters!
"Harry!" calls the red haired and freckled, Ronald Weasley. "Harry! Wake up, Its Christmas!"
Harry Potter, a boy who is legend to the wizarding world, for the fact the most infamous wizard of who no one speaks his name met his downfall in Little Harry Potter when he was one year old. Harry, wakes up in his four poster bed and pushes his glasses on running into the nearly deserted Gryffindor Common Room. "Oy! Presents!" he yells running to the fresh cut Christmas tree that was put up over night by the house elves employed at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter and his two best friends; Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, are in their fifth year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. Sitting in an armchair by the fire was Hermione granger with her ginger cat named Crookshanks, sleeping on her lap. She looks up as Harry walks over to her. "Happy Christmas, Hermione!" he says happily.
"Yadda, Yadda," she says angrily. "Reckon we could open our presents already?" she says coldly.
Harry and Ron look to her, concerned by her attitude, the glance at each other and nod slightly indicating they'd talk about it later. Harry grins as he looks up at the tree, he gasps as his draw drops he falls back ward over something.
"Dobby did not mean to frighten Harry Potter!" says the house elf called Dobby. Dobby used to be the Malfoy's Servant but in Harry's Second year at Hogwarts, was freed by Harry.
Dobby Jumped up and looks up at the tree, Ron scowling with laughter as Hermione rolls her eyes. Today Dobby was dressed in an overlarge tie that had large Christmas balls on, the said, "Happy Christmas!' in a screechy voice whenever someone touched it. Up, on top of the tree sat, a small figure of Harry and the balls were bewitched to resemble harry, tremendously. "Ah, Its okay Dobby." He says trying to sound happy. "Happy Christmas!"
Dobby Beams. "Thank you Harry Potter! But Dobby must get back to the kitchens! We are preparing the feast and I will be sorrowfully missed!" he says bowing and disappearing.
Summary: Christmas at Hogwarts is always wicked. Or, is it?
Editors Note: I am currently in school and will be writing this during my homeroom to pass the time. So please forgive me if it takes me a little longer than some of my other stories to add new chapters!
"Harry!" calls the red haired and freckled, Ronald Weasley. "Harry! Wake up, Its Christmas!"
Harry Potter, a boy who is legend to the wizarding world, for the fact the most infamous wizard of who no one speaks his name met his downfall in Little Harry Potter when he was one year old. Harry, wakes up in his four poster bed and pushes his glasses on running into the nearly deserted Gryffindor Common Room. "Oy! Presents!" he yells running to the fresh cut Christmas tree that was put up over night by the house elves employed at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter and his two best friends; Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, are in their fifth year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. Sitting in an armchair by the fire was Hermione granger with her ginger cat named Crookshanks, sleeping on her lap. She looks up as Harry walks over to her. "Happy Christmas, Hermione!" he says happily.
"Yadda, Yadda," she says angrily. "Reckon we could open our presents already?" she says coldly.
Harry and Ron look to her, concerned by her attitude, the glance at each other and nod slightly indicating they'd talk about it later. Harry grins as he looks up at the tree, he gasps as his draw drops he falls back ward over something.
"Dobby did not mean to frighten Harry Potter!" says the house elf called Dobby. Dobby used to be the Malfoy's Servant but in Harry's Second year at Hogwarts, was freed by Harry.
Dobby Jumped up and looks up at the tree, Ron scowling with laughter as Hermione rolls her eyes. Today Dobby was dressed in an overlarge tie that had large Christmas balls on, the said, "Happy Christmas!' in a screechy voice whenever someone touched it. Up, on top of the tree sat, a small figure of Harry and the balls were bewitched to resemble harry, tremendously. "Ah, Its okay Dobby." He says trying to sound happy. "Happy Christmas!"
Dobby Beams. "Thank you Harry Potter! But Dobby must get back to the kitchens! We are preparing the feast and I will be sorrowfully missed!" he says bowing and disappearing.