"Dobby? Is that you?" whispered Fred Weasley. Dobby's large eyes opened in shock as he took in the face of the person in front of him. "Friend….friend of Harry Potter?" he managed to mutter. "Yes! Fred…Fred Weasley…now Dobby, would you mind assisting me and my brother, George," he said, pointing at the identical boy next to him, "with a little favor?" Dobby did not need even a second to ponder. "OH! Anything for friends of Harry Potter!" he said. Fred smiled. "Wicked. Come with us." And with that, the red-headed Weasley twin led the house elf into what Dobby thought was a very peculiar shop. Emblazoned at the top of the building were the words "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes".
The inside of the shop was amazingly busy. Witches and wizards were hustling and bustling every which way. Dobby watched their cloaks flying being them in amazement. He had seen many a swift moving wizard before, but these people seemed happy, each step portraying their cheer. Dobby very much liked Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. George turned to the little elf behind him, "Come along, now" he urged, leading Dobby to a door, almost hidden, towards the upper left corner of the shop. "Now Dobby," Fred began, "This favor we need of you is ever so important—", "Yes, very necessary." George interjected. "…that we would need your full participation. Do you absolutely agree to take part?" The twins looked, very seriously, at the house elf. "You are…friends of Harry Potter?" Dobby asked, remembering where he had seen them before. "Yes! Yes of course! Why, this whole place is his doing." said George. Dobby gasped. This wondrous place, full of light-hearts and flitting feet, was created with the help of none other than Harry Potter. "…but you can't tell anyone that, Dobby." Fred was saying. "Of course, of course! Dobby will help! Dobby agrees to help!".