Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

This title belongs to JK Rowling i do not own any of these characters, they are all Jk Rowling's.

The Visit

Privet Drive used to be a normal calm street. It contained people as normal as can be. However over the past month things had started to get strange and as much as the residents of privet drive didn't want to admit it, their normal street wasn't so normal anymore . It would turn ice cold in the middle of July and the cold brought a feeling of never being happy again. It was as if all of your happy thoughts were being sucked out of you. Then, there would be owls sighted in the middle of the day. No-one could explain these strange occurrences, no-one knew what was going on. No-one that is except one boy.

Harry Potter woke with a start on a rainy Saturday morning. His wand lay on his bedside table and he immediately grabbed it focusing on a happy memory and prepared to conjure a patronus charm. However, he then realized that it wasn't a dementor that had awoken him. Cowering underneath his bed was a creature who was dressed in the oddest assortment of clothes. He had a tea towel on with a crest stamped on it. He had two mismatched socks. A maroon sweater that Harry recognized as the one his best friend Ron Weasley had given this creature. He also had large eyes the size of tennis balls, that confirmed to Harry that this was in fact his friend Dobby the House Elf.

"Dobby what are you doing here," asked Harry, "I thought that there was another Dementor trying to attack me again."

"Harry Potter must forgive Dobby, sir" the house elf squeaked, "He only came to wish Harry Potter a happy birthday and give him his present, sir."

"Oh, well it's ok Dobby," Harry replied, "Thank you for coming to visit, god knows I could use the company."

From out of his tea cosy Dobby pulled out a badly wrapped box. "Here Harry Potter, Dobby knitted them himself," he squeaked.

"Oh, thank you very much Dobby," Harry said and he took the present and unwrapped it. He pulled out two large socks. One was yellow and had the word Captain, messily written, on the angle of it. The other sock was red with gold snitches and broomsticks knitted around the ankle.

Dobby must have seen the confused look on Harry's face because he then started bawling and squeaked, "Doesn't Harry potter like them, sir?"

"Oh, no Dobby I love them," Harry quickly replied remembering how sensitive house elves could sometimes be.

"Then why did Harry Potter have that look upon his face." Dobby sobbed.

"Well it was because I don't understand why you have the word captain sewn across the top," Harry replied, "I'm not the captain of anything."

"Hasn't Harry Potter heard, sir," squeaked Dobby. He was quite a bit settled now. "You are the new captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team."

"What!?," Harry exclaimed, "Dobby how do you know this?" Harry couldn't believe it his favourite sport in the wizarding world was Quidditch. It was a sport played on broomsticks where the objective is to get the ball in the huge hoops. There was chasers who acted as goal scorers, the keeper who defended the hoops (like a goalie), beaters who had clubs and knocked heavy ball called bludgers at their opposing team, and of course the most important position of all, the seeker the seeker's job was to catch the tiny gold ball that zoomed so fast you could barely see it. When the snitch is caught the quidditch game is over and the team who's seeker caught the snitch gets an extra 150 points. The seeker was the position that Harry played.

"Dobby and Winky was helping to prepare the school for the start of term," Dobby squeaked excitingly at the news that Harry was happy, "When we hears Professor McGonnagal telling Professor Dumbledore about it. Dobby should think that Harry Potter will soon get a letter with his OWL scores and it shall be in there."

"Bloody brilliant!," Harry exclaimed, "Dobby this is excellent news, I love Quidditch! You didn't happen to hear any other news did you Dobby?"

"Dobby must admit he did, sir," Dobby slowly confessed, "Professor Dumbledore says he hopes Harry Potter can deal with that burden with all that's going on right now with He Who Must Not Be Named."

"Oh," Harry replied, "Well I'll show Dumbledore that I am capable and I'll lead my team to another Quidditch team victory."

"That's the spirit Harry Potter," Dobby exclaimed, "Now Dobby must be going, he and Winky are to clean the dungeons today, sir. Dobby hopes that filthy Snape isn't down there again. Happy Birthday sir!"

"Okay, well goodbye Dobby. Thank you for the socks and the news of me becoming the Quidditch captain," Harry replied. With a pop the house elf had vanished.

Harry laid down on his bed feeling the happiest he had this summer. In about another month he'd be back at Hogwarts for his sixth year of wizardly education and he would be the Gryffindor Quidditch Team Captain. So he buried his anxiety about Voldemort and dementors and death eaters. Ten minutes later 6 owls all came zooming into his room at once.

This is my first fan fiction please R&R and tell me if i should continue