Harry was bleeding from his arm as Peter Pettigrew moved toward the large cauldron. The graveyard was dark and foreboding with Cedric's body cooling off to the side. Harry could only struggle against his bonds as the dark ceremony commenced. As Voldemort rose in his new body the last of the Potter line could only think about his little friend Dobby.
Shortly after the second task had finished Harry had approached the house elf. He'd sought to repay Dobby for getting him the gilly weed. Harry had agreed to bond the hyperactive little elf to his family, after Dobby had requested it.
Now, here in the graveyard, looking at what would likely be the last day of his life.
Regardless of how he fought his fate he realized the difficulty of this challenge to his survival. He said one thing before
he'd start his defiance of the Dark Lord.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you for longer Dobby." Harry whispered more to him self than to anyone else.
"Harry Potter, welcome to my return to the Wizarding worl..." Voldemort was interrupted from his opening speech by the sound of a cannon going off in the vicinity.
Only it wasn't a cannon. As it was Dobby, the house elf, took in the scene before him. The bad rat man was missing a hand, the evil Voldemort was in a cauldron. Additional examination showed Master Harry Potter, the Great and Noble sir, was bleeding and bound to a grave marker.
"Dobby come, when called, Master Harry Potter Sir. Dobby not be knowing there be trouble. Dobby not let bad Wizards hurt Master Harry Potter Sir no more." Dobby looked crossly at the Dark wizard who laughed at the tiny creature.
"A house elf Harry? This is the best that you have to defend your self with? Most disappointing." The nose less dark lord shook his head in disgust even as the elf seem to swell with anger.
Did I mention the elf was turning a rather neon green?
"You shall not hurt Master Harry Potter Sir!" Growing four times his normal size the House elf went to town smashing the Dark Lord and his minion into veritable goo.
Apparently in Dobby's search for the Gillyweed he'd popped into a military testing area. The gamma bomb had left quite messy after affects.
"DOBBY SMASH!!!" Harry flinched as Voldemort's homunculus body took a beating that no human body could
survive. At the end Pettigrew bled out from his wound. Voldemort, with his skeleton pulverized, was unable to function yet still lived due to the magic sustaining his body.
Three days later Voldemort the flesh bag was being studied by the Unspeakables at the ministry of magic, and Harry was heading home to his relatives with a house elf to help him get through the summer.
