Chapter 2
Dobby is a Jerk
"Um…" Harry and I said, looking at each other "Hello."
What was on Harry's bed looked like an ugly doll. Its bat like ears poking up out of its tiny head, where the glassy green eyes we saw in the hedge looked at us in wonder.
"The Potter Twins!" the thing squeaked "Dobby is so pleased to meet you."
I looked at Harry.
You know him? I thought.
No, Harry thought back I thought you did.
No.
"Um…" Harry asked "Who are you?"
"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby the House Elf." the thing said.
"Ok…" I said "What do you want?"
"Hannah!" Harry said "Sorry about that, Dobby, have a seat." Harry apologized, gesturing to his own bed for Dobby to sit in.
Dobby burst into very noisy tears. My own eyes widened, wondering if the Dursleys could hear us.
"Smooth, Mr Potter." I sneered sarcastically. "Sorry for my brother, he's a little loopy in the head, if you know what I mean."
"No, n-nothing like that!" Dobby wailed "Dobby has n-never b-been asked to s-sit down like an-an equal!"
Harry and I frantically tried to console the obviously loud house elf. Harry was the one who successfully placed him back on his bed, where the elf sat hiccoughing.
"You had to have found some decent people." I said.
Dobby shook his head, then started banging his head…loudly against the wall while shouting "Bad Dobby! BAD DOBBY!"
I face palmed myself.
"Hannah, stop doing that." Harry ordered, taking hold of my wrist "And Dobby, stop doing that!" he ordered, grabbing Dobby.
We heard clambering footsteps. I quickly grabbed Dobby and shoved him into my closet.
Uncle Vernon threw the door open.
"Shut up!" he hissed, his moustache "You ruined the punch line to my joke! One more word, and I'll beat you so bad that you'll feel it two weeks from now." he threatened me.
I gulped "Yes, Uncle Vernon." I squeaked.
When Vernon slammed the door, Harry pulled Dobby out of my closet.
"Anyways, you're here, why?" Harry asked.
"Dobby has come to warn you two." Dobby said "Harry and Hannah Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."
I stared at him "I'm going back to Hogwarts. I have to. I have Draco-I mean." I said hastily, looking at the furious glare from Harry "I belong in this world."
Dobby shook his head "No, no! Neither of you must return to Hogwarts. That's why Dobby took these."
Dobby took a large stack of papers from his pillowcase. All my friends' letters were there, even a couple of Draco's!
"YOU LITTLE-!" I started before Harry gagged me.
"Give us our letters!" Harry hissed to Dobby.
"Not until you say you won't go back!" Dobby said.
"No! Give me my letters!" I shouted, trying to claw the elf's eyes out for them.
Then, the unthinkable happened, quick as a flash. Dobby flew downstairs into the kitchen, and started to make Aunt Petunia's pudding hover over Mrs Mason's head!
"Dobby, no!" Harry and I hissed before he did it.
Dobby dropped the pudding on top of Mrs Mason's head.
I hung my head. I was doomed to be beaten.
…
After that, life became hell for Harry and I. Vernon had installed a cat-flap on our door for food. He had locked our door and said we weren't returning to Hogwarts, erupting a very, very, very long cry from me. And bars were attached to our window, prison style so we couldn't escape.
I cried most of the time. I was in no way going back to Hogwarts. I was never going to get to fly my new broom. I was never going to talk to Ivy about my summer. I wasn't going to get to rub it in Drosie's face how awesome my new broom was.
But one thought haunted me. I was never going to see Draco again. See that bloody smirk that drove me wild, or hear him call me "Oreo." again.
I stopped eating. Gwendolyn was my only friend on Privite Drive (aside from Harry, but I really wasn't counting him). I told her about all my problems and she seemed to listen. I was happier when I told her my problems. It was like having a living diary to confide to.
I hadn't gotten any letters from Draco since that day. Harry had gotten a letter from the Ministry because Dobby had used magic around us. We had gotten a warning from the Improper Use of Magic Office.
The last night I was on Privite Drive, I was trying to sleep, but failing miserably. I couldn't sleep at all lately.
I was just about there when I heard a smash from the window. I shot out of bed.
"Dray?" I called out. Big mistake.
"You wish!" Ron Weasley's voice hissed. "Harry, wake your lazy, specky ass up!"
