Harry Potter And The Chamber of Secrets.
Harry Potter awoke to the screeching of a large snowy owl. This in turn woke the beast, Mr Dursley, Harry's Uncle, who thundered into his room with a grin of delight on his face, because his nephew had yet again done wrong.
The minute Uncle Vernon took off his belt and wrapped it around his fist, a small green creature appeared behind him.
This thing, that his uncle clearly could not see, dazed Harry. He wondered if he was still asleep, hallucinating, maybe from the lack of sleep. He had been doing his homework by candle light at three in the morning every night since he finished at Hogwarts for the summer, perhaps its because Harry hadn't eaten in days. The reason for that is his overweight Cousin Dudley, who devours all food put on the table
The small green creature glanced at Harry and smirked for a brief moment and then proceeded to tap his irate uncle on the shoulder. Vernon jerked, and spun round like a flash, which surprised Harry because of Uncle Dursley's volume.
Mr Dursley opened his mouth and shrieked "Petunia, Petunia!"
Harry looked at the creature. He asked:
"What or who are you?" while re-covering from his fits of laughter
"I am Dobby, sir. I am a house elf. I don't want to see any harm come to you Mr. Harry Potter"
"Why don't you want any harm come to me? What's so special about me Dobby?"
"Why, Mr. Harry Potter you defeated Voldermort sir. He made us house elves suffer during the bad time and he is coming. Err o; I have said too much Harry Potter. Bad Dobby naughty Dobby, Dobby shouldn't of said that Sir."
Dobby proceeded to sink his spiky yellow teeth into his own arm. Harry seized Dobbys arm, and sharply yanked it away from his mouth.
"Why did you just do that?" asked Harry.
"Dobby has to punish himself Harry Pooter sir. I have said too much sir.
"What's wrong with you saying much?"
"Dobby shouldn't speak no more sir bad things will happen to me Mr Harry, sir. I have said far too much. Dooby should be quite now, sir. Bad Dooby."
Just as Dobby had appeared in a flash he disappeared in the same way leaving Harry Potter in mid sentence.
"Why Dobby what is going to happen to."
And it was gone.
That night Harry sent Hedwig to Hermione telling here about Dobby and Uncle Vernon. Harry imagined Hermione laughing when she read it. Harry let out a light giggle under his breath so his uncle couldn't hear it.
Harry got his first goodnights sleep in years his eyes were tiered and his mind was too. He would get a reply in the morning from Hermione. Then he would find out what Dobby was talking about.
The sky was still a dark blue and the whole of privet drive was still asleep. Harry woke up suddenly. His scar was burning he couldn't stop the pain, he fell on the floor and bit his lip to stop him screaming.
He heard movements. Was it uncle Vernon? Was it Hedwig? Was it Dobby? Harry Didn't know. He didn't wasn't to chance it being Uncle Vernon. If he found Harry he surely wouldn't get another good night sleep for years in that tight, cramped cupboard under the stairs.
Harry got back in bed and closed his eyes. His forehead was burning, he could not sleep. As hard as he tried his scar just hurt more.
He would write to Hermione again in the morning as soon as Hedwig returned from delivering the previous letter.
Harry Potter awoke to the screeching of a large snowy owl. This in turn woke the beast, Mr Dursley, Harry's Uncle, who thundered into his room with a grin of delight on his face, because his nephew had yet again done wrong.
The minute Uncle Vernon took off his belt and wrapped it around his fist, a small green creature appeared behind him.
This thing, that his uncle clearly could not see, dazed Harry. He wondered if he was still asleep, hallucinating, maybe from the lack of sleep. He had been doing his homework by candle light at three in the morning every night since he finished at Hogwarts for the summer, perhaps its because Harry hadn't eaten in days. The reason for that is his overweight Cousin Dudley, who devours all food put on the table
The small green creature glanced at Harry and smirked for a brief moment and then proceeded to tap his irate uncle on the shoulder. Vernon jerked, and spun round like a flash, which surprised Harry because of Uncle Dursley's volume.
Mr Dursley opened his mouth and shrieked "Petunia, Petunia!"
Harry looked at the creature. He asked:
"What or who are you?" while re-covering from his fits of laughter
"I am Dobby, sir. I am a house elf. I don't want to see any harm come to you Mr. Harry Potter"
"Why don't you want any harm come to me? What's so special about me Dobby?"
"Why, Mr. Harry Potter you defeated Voldermort sir. He made us house elves suffer during the bad time and he is coming. Err o; I have said too much Harry Potter. Bad Dobby naughty Dobby, Dobby shouldn't of said that Sir."
Dobby proceeded to sink his spiky yellow teeth into his own arm. Harry seized Dobbys arm, and sharply yanked it away from his mouth.
"Why did you just do that?" asked Harry.
"Dobby has to punish himself Harry Pooter sir. I have said too much sir.
"What's wrong with you saying much?"
"Dobby shouldn't speak no more sir bad things will happen to me Mr Harry, sir. I have said far too much. Dooby should be quite now, sir. Bad Dooby."
Just as Dobby had appeared in a flash he disappeared in the same way leaving Harry Potter in mid sentence.
"Why Dobby what is going to happen to."
And it was gone.
That night Harry sent Hedwig to Hermione telling here about Dobby and Uncle Vernon. Harry imagined Hermione laughing when she read it. Harry let out a light giggle under his breath so his uncle couldn't hear it.
Harry got his first goodnights sleep in years his eyes were tiered and his mind was too. He would get a reply in the morning from Hermione. Then he would find out what Dobby was talking about.
The sky was still a dark blue and the whole of privet drive was still asleep. Harry woke up suddenly. His scar was burning he couldn't stop the pain, he fell on the floor and bit his lip to stop him screaming.
He heard movements. Was it uncle Vernon? Was it Hedwig? Was it Dobby? Harry Didn't know. He didn't wasn't to chance it being Uncle Vernon. If he found Harry he surely wouldn't get another good night sleep for years in that tight, cramped cupboard under the stairs.
Harry got back in bed and closed his eyes. His forehead was burning, he could not sleep. As hard as he tried his scar just hurt more.
He would write to Hermione again in the morning as soon as Hedwig returned from delivering the previous letter.