Karen Alston had just finished reading the latest and most anticipated Harry Potter novel, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and she was quite heartbroken. Her favorite character, Dobby the house elf, had been brutally killed off.

She had cried her heart out for an hour after reading about his death before she could start reading again and now she was crying all over again after having read the epilogue in which Harry was married to Ginny and they had three children and they seemed to be enjoying a happy ending. It made her remember how she had always wanted Dobby to become Harry's house elf and thought by the end of the series he would, and instead he was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange after rescuing Harry and all his friends. And while she was grateful Harry didn't die, like some thought he might, she felt that Dobby dieing was just as worse.

Reading about the other deaths in the other books had shocked but she hadn't cried over them. After all, Dumbledore had been very old and so his job was done. But Dobby was very young and still had his whole life ahead of him. Not like Kreacher, that horrible old elf who took Dobby's place as Harry's house elf. It was so unfair and uncalled for, Dobby was more deserving to be Harry's house elf than Kreacher ever was and more deserving to die than Dobby ever was, and besides Kreacher is going to die of old age in a few years anyway and now after Kreacher dies she supposed Harry would just go looking for an elf who is as much like Dobby was as possible.

Then an even worse thought occurred to her. Dobby's death was going to be in the last movie, wasn't it? The unfairness of it all brought even more tears down her face. It would just never work if Dobby was put in the last movie because without him being in the rest of them, except the second one, he would have no way of knowing where Harry was for him to rescue him and also after having not seen him in so many years Harry wouldn't feel any more sorrow and grief over his death than if it was Kreacher.

But they'll still put him in the last movie, she thought bitterly. He'll show up for no reason and wearing clothes because the pillowcase won't make sense and soon they'll be covered in blood.

With her heart and mind full of these bitterly depressing thoughts she cried herself to sleep.

The next day when she woke up she was feeling somewhat better after the good cry she'd had the previous night and went to school and the day there started out pretty much okay, but then during the middle of the day in her math class, which was never her favorite subject so she had a bit of difficulty staying focused, she suddenly remembered reading about Dobby's last moments. The knife in his little chest, the stars in his eyes, and his last words to Harry, and she broke down completely right then and there. Everyone stared at her in shock.

After school was out for the day she was walking out of the building along with her friend Annabelle who asked her, "Why did you break down so suddenly in math class today?"

"Did you read the latest Harry Potter book?" asked Karen.

"Yes," answered Becky.

"Well, you know that Dobby always was my favorite character," said Karen.

Annabelle understood now with no more needing to be said. "Oh yeah. I'm so sorry. I cried for him, too. And I did really love him too, you know."

"But I bet you didn't cry like I did," said Karen bitterly. "It's not fair, Dobby deserved to live, and be Harry's house elf, and live happily ever after with him." Tears began to well up in her eyes again.

"I know he did," said Annabelle. "But just look at it this way, he's now happy in a Heaven filled with socks."

Karen's bitter sadness now turned to bitter frustration. "Annabelle, you know as well I do that God is not real and there is no such place as Heaven. When you die you cease to exist and that's that. This was Dobby's only chance to be Harry's house elf and Voldemort's bitch took it away from him."

"It was J. K. Rowling who really took it away from him," said Annabelle. "After all, she made Bellatrix throw the dagger."

"Oh, that's right," said Karen.

"You should write to her and tell her how you feel about it," suggested Annabelle.

"And I will," promised Karen.

"Well, if it isn't the crybaby and her friend," sneered a nasally voice from behind them.

They turned to see a tall, lanky, blonde-haired boy next to them. It was Christopher, he was the head of all the classes they were in.

"Please, Christopher, we don't want to talk to you," said Karen. Christopher reminded her of Draco Malfoy in a lot of ways.

"Karen was just upset about Dobby's dying in the last Harry Potter book," said Annabelle. "Did you read about it yet?"

"I sure did," said Christopher. "And I'm glad Dobby died. I always wanted to see him die a painful death, though I would have preferred for it to be in a fire but this will have to do I guess."

Annabelle gasped in shock and Karen's eyes burned with fresh tears and rage. She had heard of such Dobby haters but didn't think they could still exist after the noble sacrifice he'd made and she had never expected to come face to face with one and now that she had she decided to do what anyone who loved Dobby would do.

She reared back her right leg and then shot it out and struck it at full speed directly into Christopher's crotch as hard as she could. He yelled out in great agony and bent over clutching at it howling like an injured dog, much to Karen's satisfaction. Then she pushed him with all her might onto the stone hard pavement and then lifted up her right foot and started stomping and pounding and beating him with it right where his ribcage was with all the strength she had within her. Christopher soon began crying like baby and yelled at her to stop but she responded by kicking him full force in the nose and instantly breaking it.

"Karen, that's enough!" cried Annabelle. "I'm sure he's sorry by now."

"No, I'm not sorry!" Christopher said through his agony and tears.

Karen responded to this instantly with renewed vigor and stomped on his ribs super hard and she heard a faint cracking sound which made Christopher yell so loud that students and teachers from inside the building heard him and came running outside to them. Karen did not stop what she was doing to him until Principal Snidely and a teacher pulled her away from him.

She watched as Christopher lay on the ground broken and bloodied and bruised, completely unable to get up or move at all. She took a deep breath and smiled in triumph and victory.

"You will most likely be suspended and expelled for this!" Principal Snidely yelled at her.

Karen heard him but she didn't care as she watched three teacher pick up Christopher and carrying him to the hospital ward with his screaming and crying out for his Mommy all the way.

Principal Snidely then escorted her to his office where he sat her down in front of him and asked, "Alright, why did you do it?"

"Because he is a Dobby hater and deserved it," she replied stoutly.

"It's his opinion, Karen," said Principal Snidely, "and a difference of opinion is no reason to break someone's ribs over."

"But this is more than a difference of opinion," Karen protested vigorously. "Dobby was killed saving Harry and all friends and I bet Christopher wouldn't say he hated Dobby if he had done that for him, and I bet you wouldn't either, would you?"

Principal Snidely looked at her for a few moments as if contemplating what to say to her, and finally he said, "Well, I suppose he did he say a very inappropriate thing, but I'm still going to call your parents about this."

And he did and when her parents heard about it they were not happy in the least and when they picked her up and took her home they grounded her for two months.

As Karen sat in her room alone that evening she began to wonder if she really had done the right thing. After all, now it seemed she would be lucky if she got back into school or any school for that matter now. But then she remembered what Christopher had said and then she was sure she had done the right thing and was only sorry she hadn't been able to break him even more.

How could anyone possibly hate Dobby? she wondered. Sure, he had been overprotective of Harry in the second book but his intentions had been good. He thought he was doing the right thing for someone he loved and besides he really did learn his lesson that Harry was completely capable of taking care of himself and others in the face of danger. Also if Harry could forgive Dobby, and he showed this in freeing him from Lucious Malfoy, then why couldn't everyone else forgive him too. The truth was, Dobby was a friend she had always wanted to have, someone who would do anything for her and go to any lengths to protect her.

She went to her computer and set to writing her letter of complaint to J. K. Rowling, whose address she looked up through the internet. She explained why Dobby's death was very uncalled for and also demanded that not be included in the movie. She ended the letter with, "I will never forgive you, and have lost all respect for you. I will never read anything by you again, I swear it."

I don't know if this will keep it out of the movie, but it's worth a try, she thought as she printed the letter, sealed in an envelope and put three stamps on it so it could go to the United Kingdom.

After she had mailed the letter she went back inside the house and upstairs to her room and tried to go to sleep, but found she just couldn't for all her thought were centered on the brave, noble, fallen house elf. She began to hear Dobby's word's of the past books filter in through her mind.

"Harry Potter. So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir. Such an honor it is."

"Would Harry Potter like a cup of tea?"

"Dobby has you owl, sir."

"Dobby would be honored to help Harry Potter."

"Dobby has no Master! Dobby is a free elf and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"

She suddenly had the urge to read about his past adventures again. She got out of bed and went to her bookshelf where she took out her copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

She opened it to chapter two and tears filled her eyes when she saw the illustration of Dobby smiling and wearing his pillowcase. She felt she wanted to see him wearing clothes and so she took out her copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and read out loud the paragraphs describing Dobby.

"Dobby let go and stepped back a few paces, beaming up at Harry, his enormous, green, tennis-ball-shaped eyes brimming with tears of happiness. He looked almost exactly as Harry remembered him; the pencil-shaped nose, the bat-like ears, the long fingers and feet – all except the clothes, which were very different."

"When Dobby had worked for the Malfoys, he had always worn the same filthy old pillowcase. Now, however, he was wearing the strangest assortment of garments Harry had ever seen; he had done an even worse job of dressing himself than the Wizards at the World Cup. He was wearing a tea cozy for a hat, on which he had pinned a number of bright badges; a tie patterned with horseshoes over a bare chest, a pair of what looked like childrens soccer shorts, and odd socks. One of these, Harry saw, was the black one Harry had removed from his own foot and tricked Mr. Malfoy into giving Dobby, thereby setting Dobby free. The other one was covered in pink and orange stripes."

Karen smiled bitter-sweetly at the description of Dobby's clothing. Then suddenly she heard a loud crack! Almost as if lightning had struck something. She looked up to her bed where she thought it came from.

And there she saw Dobby. He looked exactly as the book had described him, clothes and all.

She stared at him completely transfixed as he stared at her in shock and looked all around her bedroom with a most puzzled expression.

Finally he spoke, sounding exactly like he was when voiced by Toby Jones in the second movie. "Where is Dobby? How did Dobby get here? He does not remembering apparating to anywhere." He looked up at her with his big wide, strangely childlike eyes. "Who is you? Is you a powerful witch who has summoned Dobby here to you? Dobby hopes you isn't a bad dark witch, he does."

"I – I'm not a witch, at least I don't think I am," she said hesitantly, still not fully believing what she was seeing. "You're in my bedroom, and my name is Karen."

"Well, if Karen is no witch, how has she brought Dobby here?" Dobby questioned. "Dobby thinks he would like Karen to send him back, he does. Harry Potter will be wondering what has happened to him, he will."

"But I'm afraid I don't know how to send you back," she said, bringing tears to Dobby's eyes. "You see, you came out of this book right here," she said as she held up Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and showed him the words written in it.

Dobby stared quizzically at the words in the big book for a few moments as though he were trying to decipher a hidden meaning in a code. Then he looked up at Karen again and said sorrowfully, "Dobby is afraid he doesn't know how to read, Miss Karen."

"Would you like to learn?" she asked.

Dobby nodded, "If it pleases, Miss. Yes, Dobby would."

"Okay. I'll teach you first thing in the morning," said Karen.

"If Dobby must stay here, where will Dobby sleep?" the elf asked worriedly.

Karen thought about this for a moment and then said, "I know. You can sleep under my bed."

"As Miss wishes," said Dobby cordially.

So she loaned him a small quilt and pillow from her closet and tucked them under the bed where he slept through the night there.