Disclaimer: I do not own, and do not intend to steal any time soon, J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter Series and the copyrighted characters of hers. I own the plot and an characters that I own. That is all. Oh, and also, I apologize for the lack of paragraphs. I didn't find time to space them out.
What time was it? Harry's unfocussed gaze trailed across his shadowed prison of a bedroom. Reaching a stray hand out for his broken, makeshift glasses, his fumbled in the darkness until he discovered a foreign object. Blinking the heavy sleep from his eyelids, he squinted for a better view. Dobby. Dobby stood there with his bony knees pointing inward, shaking as if Harry were to due something awful to him; though he had good reason, due to previous threats made by Harry. "What Dobby?" Harry groaned. "I came to see that Master p-p-Potter is s-safe." He was stuttering? Dobby usually had a lack of confidence and terrifyed most of the time, after being owned by Lucious Malfoy altered his personality, but this was overdoing it. Harry tightened is grip, "What? Dobby, you've came to me at my house before, only to try to kill me later on in the school year. What could you possibly want at this hour?" "Harry Potter musnt come to Hogwarts this year. A new student provides Harry Potter a dangerous threat." Harry groaned in reply and shook his head. "But Master Potter, this is a true warning, Harry Potter is in grave danger." Dobby said insecurely. "Dobby, I can handle whatever Voldemort has up his sleeve this year. I'm going to Hogwarts. That's final." Harry let go of Dobby's crinkled dish-rag shirt. Dobby stumbled backwards and landed with a thud. Clumsy idiot. Uncle Vernon started to run his way up stairs, and Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared, only after giving Harry one last warning nod. Harry let his hand go limp and pretended to be in deep sleep. After a series of several locks clicked open, Uncle Vernon bursted through the doorway, showering the room with light, his face mahogany red. His furious eyes scanned the room, after seeing no one, he stomped to the bed and grabbed Harry by his broad shoulders and violently shaked them. "Who were you talking to just then, Boy?" Uncle Vernon whisper-shouted, as to try to keep quiet to not wake anyone else up. Yeah right. Harry blinked his eyes innocently and said "I wasn't talking to anyone, Uncle Vernon." "Yeah right," the bloated man cafauhed, "Do I have to add bars to your window again? Your not going to that damned school with that damned Dumbledore with those damned friends of yours." Harry nodded, as if. Aunt Petunia called for Vernon and he slowly walked out of the room, eyeing Harry. Harry hurridly got up and dressed. Grabbing the bag he had previously packed, he made his way to the port key the Weasleys' had helped set up so he could automatically come there when he needed. Hogwarts was starting in two days. Hermione's cat. Serius. Random thoughts such as, ran through his head. The trip through the portkey squeezed is head till he thought he would burst, a high pitch ringing in his ears. And then he was on the cold, grassy ground at the Weasly home.