a/n this is my second fanfic that I did just for fun. It's going to be cute, and maybe a little humorous. I love reviews, although flames make me very sad. : ( . I am also very willing to take ant suggestions that you have to make the story better. It also might be very very short.
Chapter One
Welcome to We would like to help you find your perfect match! Please fill out the following information:
Name: Dobby
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Location: Hogwarts
Occupation: House Elf
In a guy/girl: Dobby likes house elves with a free mind. She is must liking to be gracious, but she is also wanting to be paid and get vacations like Dobby .
Thank you for completing our survey! We will get back to you within the next twenty four hours with at least two possible matches. We hope we can find the perfect one for you!
Dobby clicked the bottom of the page, and waited for the survey to finish downloading. He apparated down to the bottom floor, and jumped up and down with excitement.
"Harry Potter sir!" he called. Dobby is sending emails on your computer! I is finding a perfect match!"
"What!" yelled Harry from the Weasley's kitchen.
Ron, who was standing next to him, and had heard what dobby said, explained to harry.
"He's finding his perfect match on my dads compoony-eater." He whispered.
"Oh, gods." whispered Harry, who then ran up to Dobby and almost began to shake him.
What did you do? What did you say? Oh dear Lord, what is going to happen?"
Dobby, looking very shaken, replied, "Dobby is only finding his perfect match, I is sorry, sir."
"What's going to happen?" Harry asked Ron.
"We will have to wait and see!" said Ron nervously.