Dobby thought he had the perfect life. He was a free elf. He worked at a place he loved. He got paid for working. And Harry Potter treated him like an equal.
It was Halloween, and Dobby was cleaning plates ready for the Halloween feast, when somebody appeared in the kitchen. Dobby turned round. He bowed. When he straightened up, he saw that there was not one person, but two.
``Professor Dumbledore, Sir, how can I help you? `` He asked. Dumbledore smiled down at him.
``It is not I who is in need of help, but Holly here. `` He gestured towards the small house elf next to him. ``She has chosen to come and work here. Would you show her round and explain what needs to be done? I'm sure you will find her very interesting. I certainly do. `` Dobby bowed again. ``Of course, Sir. `` ``Good. `` And with that, Dumbledore disappeared.
Dobby looked at Holly. She was small and wore what could have been an old doll's dress. Her long ears went down to her elbows and her large eyes were green.
``You is wearing socks. And a hat. And a jumper. Are you a free elf? `` She had a high voice. Dobby nodded. ``Do you get paid as well? Professor Dumbledore is paying me a galleon a week. He said that's what he gives you. And he says one day off a month! Do you get that too? `` Dobby smiled. Yes, he did like her. Another free elf. Another elf that got paid. Dobby thought the day would never come where he met another elf like himself. ```Yes. Dobby gets a Galleon a week and a day off once a month. Dobby is very lucky he is. And guess who freed him? Harry Potter. Harry P- `` he was about to go on about how generous Harry Potter is, and what a privilege it is to know him when Holly interrupted ``I was freed by my Mistress's grandson. Master Malfoy accidentally threw a Dolls dress at me. And Holly caught it. Oh, how Mistress Black screamed at him. `` She smiled as if it was a good memory. But for Dobby, the name Malfoy just brought back bad memories.
Several days later, Holly and Dobby were cleaning up after making chocolate éclairs. They were discussing what they would do with their Galleon that Dumbledore had payed them.
``Dobby will buy some wool. Blue maybe. And then he will knit some socks. ``
``Holly doesn't know how to knit socks. ``
It was February, and Dobby was rushing towards the room of requirement. Under his arm, he held a large book called ``A beginners guide to knitting patterns ``. Dobby was proud. It had taken him four months, but eventually he had earned enough to buy it. Holly was going to be impressed. Now they could spend their free day off knitting patterned socks. And jumpers. And scarves. Dobby didn't want his life to change.
I don't know if any of you other guys noticed, but if you've read my other fanfic (Resorted) Holly is briefly mentioned. So that's kind of where I got her from.