An Insane Elf
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Do you honestly think I would be writing fanfics if I did?
A/N: I honestly have no idea where this one came from.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at a table in the Gryffindor common room.
"That Snape is out to kill me! Three rolls of parchment by Monday? He's insane!" Ron whined. He had been writing for an hour and now had exactly . . . Three words. Three.
"Come on Ron, it's really not that hard!" claimed Hermione as she finished her fourth roll. Bloody overachiever.
"Not all of us are geniuses Herm." Harry said.
"Well you had better star- what is that?"
The shuffle of stockinged feet was heard entering the common room accompanied by someone humming God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriff. Dobby wandered into the room. He was wearing a tower of knitted hats, a purple and blue tea cozy, and socks. Lots of socks. On his feet, on his hands, tied around his legs, hanging off his ears. The Golden Trio stared as he crossed the room then stumbled into the leg of the table landing with a soft thud, unconscious.
"Dobby!" Winky ran to the limp elf's side.
"Is this normal for him?" Harry asked her as she began dragging Dobby out of the portrait.
"He stays in the kitchens usually."
"Oh. Obviously."
The house elves disappeared down the corridor.
"I really never took Dobby for a drunk"
"Well," Ron started slowly. "Now we know where all of the hats have been going. Only an insane elf would've taken those hideous things"
Hermione slapped him.
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