Allie: This story is based on my friend Kyou's question, "If Dobby was the Malfoy's house elf, how can he have heard good things of Harry Potter?"
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is obviously not mine or Drarry would be freaking cannon.
The Things a House Elf Hears
Dobby does not mean to eavesdrop on young master Malfoy, but the young master speaks quite loud when he is writing in his journal. Dobby does not mean to listen to the young master, but he must clean the hall right outside of the young master's room and he hears things. Dobby is a good house elf. Dobby does not speak of the things he hears the young Master say.
Dobby knows of Harry Potter. All of the wizarding world knows of the boy who lived, including the lowly house elves. Dobby knows that the boy who lived is the same age as the young master. Dobby sometimes wonders if the young master and mister Harry Potter are friends.
"I hate him." The young master snarls one day. He was home for the Christmas Holidays during his first year at Hogwarts, "Such a bloody golden boy. Always thinking he's better than everyone else."
Dobby is cleaning the walls outside young master Malfoy's room. He doesn't mean to hear the things that the young master is saying. Dobby isn't eavesdropping.
"Just because he's some poncy pretty boy doesn't mean he can ignore me." The young master sounds more upset than angry, "Rejecting me. Becoming friends with that Weasel and that mudblood. He should have been my friend. He would have been smart and clever enough. He should have been sorted into my house. Prat."
Dobby takes pictures down and cleans them, trying not to listen to the young master prattle on about the boy who lived.
"He should have been my friend." The young master grumbles, "He should have been mine…end entry."
The next time the young master is home is for Summer Holidays. Dobby is once again assigned to cleaning the hall outside the young master's room.
"He's so smart," The house elf hears, "And good. And brave. Idiot. Risking his life like that."
Dobby is intrigued. The young master seems to be complimenting mister Harry Potter…in his own way.
"Can't believe he stopped the Dark Lord. I could have helped him faster, though." The young master scoffs.
Dobby is sweeping the floors, taking great care not to disturb the young master.
"He could have done so well in Slytherin. He could have done so well as my friend. Then we would have won the Quiditch Cup and the House Cup instead of those idiotic Gryffindors." The young master sighs and Dobby hears a shuffling sound that is surely the young master shifting around on his bed. "He's so powerful. His magic is so strong. Bloody prat, pretending he doesn't know how strong he really is."
Dobby continues sweeping, piling the dust into a corner. Mister Harry Potter, the boy who lived, is smart, and good, and brave, and powerful. Such nice things for the young master to say. The young master must care for mister Harry Potter very much.
"Very well," The young master says with a sigh, "If I can't be his friend, then I will be his enemy…end entry."
Dobby sweeps the dust into a pan and dumps it into a bin. Dobby then decides that should mister Harry Potter need any help, he will do his best to help him, because though the young master would never admit it, it's what he would want.
Fin
Allie: So Dobby speaks mainly in third person. Sorry if this was hard to read. If you have a problem with it then don't read it. Review please.