Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets- with Newt

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Chapter 2: Dobby's warning

On Harry's bed, there was a little creature with bat like ears and bulging green eyes.

Harry knew instantly that this was what had been watching him out of the garden hedge that morning. The creature slipped off the bed and bowed so low that the end of its long, thin nose touched the carpet. Harry noticed that it was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase.

"Umm… Hi?" Harry offered. "Harry Potter! Such an honor it is!" the creature squeaked.

"Th..thank you," said Harry. He wanted to ask, "What are you?" but thought it would sound too rude, so instead he said, "Who are you?"

"Dobby sir. Dobby the house elf." Dobby answered.

"Oh. Ok. But listen, now is not the best time for a house elf to be in my room." Dobby hung his head. "Not that I'm not pleased to meet you," said Harry quickly, "but is there any particular reason you're here?"

"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir… it is difficult to start sir..." "

Sit down," said Harry politely, pointing at the bed. Then, to Harry's horror, the elf burst into tears. "Sit down!" Dobby sobbed. "Never in Dobby's life!"

Harry thought he heard the voices downstairs falter. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to offend you or anything."

"Offend Dobby!" choked the elf. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard. Treated as an equal!"

"Well I guess you never met too many decent wizards." Harry said in an attempt to cheer him up. But then, Dobby started to bang his head on the closet yelling Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!

Harry was desperate. He didn't know what to do to stop the elf. Maybe Newt, his friend who knew everything about magical creature could have helped him. Then, Harry's heart ached. Newt… It was so hard to think about his friend.

Harry dragged Dobby away from the closet and tried to calm him down. When Dobby was calm enough, he looked at Harry with an expression of adoration.

"Dobby had to punish himself, sir. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir..." "Your family?" "The wizard family Dobby serves, sir… Dobby is a house-elf. House elfs are bound to serve one house and one family forever." "Do they know you're here?" asked Harry curiously.

Dobby looked sheepish. "Oh, no, sir. Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir..."

"What? That's an abuse! Why don't you run away from that abusive family?" asked Harry. "A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free." Dobby said sadly.

"Yikes. And I thought human more cruel than Dursley's couldn't exist." muttered Harry. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Dobby dissolved into a wail again. "Please," Harry whispered, "please be quiet. If the Dursleys hear anything, if they know you're here, things won't be pretty."

"Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby. Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew he was this noble!" Dobby sobbed.

Harry, who was feeling distinctly hot in the face, said, "Whatever you've heard about my greatness is a load of rubbish. I'm not even top of my year at Hogwarts, Hermione is…" But he stopped quickly, because thinking about Hermione was painful.

"Harry Potter is humble and modest," said Dobby "Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He who must not be named…"

"You mean Voldemort?" said Harry. Dobby clapped his hands over his bat ears and moaned, "Ah, speak not the name, sir! Speak not the name!"

"Sorry," said Harry quickly. "I know lots of people don't like it. My friend Ron..." He stopped again. Thinking about Ron was painful, too.

.

"Dobby heard tell," he said hoarsely, "that Harry Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time just weeks ago and escaped yet again."

Harry nodded and Dobby's eyes suddenly shone with tears.

"Ah, sir," he gasped, dabbing his face with a pillowcase. "Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he will be punished! Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

Harry frozed. "W-what?" Harry stammered. "But I've got to go back. The term starts on September first. It's all that's keeping me going. You know I belong in the wizarding world."

Dobby shook his head. "No. Harry Potter sir must stay where he is safe. He is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger."

"What kind of danger?" asked Harry with a frown. "There is a plot, Harry Potter sir. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School this year. Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"

Then, it hit Harry. "Please don't tell me it has anything to do with Vol.. I mean you know who." Harry said in a desperate tone.

"No. Not he who must not be named sir.." But Dobby's eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to give Harry a hint. Harry, however, was completely lost.

"Does he have a siblings or something?" asked Harry. Dobby shook his head.

"Well then, I can't think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts," said Harry. "At Hogwarts, there's Dumbledore. You know who Dumbledore is right?"

Dobby nodded. "Albus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledore's powers rival those of he who must not be named. But sir, he who must not be named had power Dumbledore or any decent wizard would use." Dobby whispered.

And before Harry could stop him, Dobby got off the bed and took Harry's desk lamp. Then, he started to beat himself around the head while yelling loudly.

A sudden silence fell downstairs. Two seconds later Harry, heart thudding madly, heard Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling, "Dudley must have left his television on again, the little tyke!"

Harry quickly stuffed Dobby inside the closet and closed it. Few seconds later, Uncle Vernon opened the door. "What the bloody devil are you doing?" he hissed. "Now you just ruined my joke about a japanese golfer. One more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy!" Then he ran back down.

Harry let Dobby out of the closet. "See what it's like here?" he said. "See why I've got to go back to Hogwarts? It's the only place I've got friends or at least I think I do." Harry said bitterly.

"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter?" said Dobby slyly. "I expect they've just been bit busy... Hang on." said Harry, frowning. "How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"

Dobby looked sheepish. "Calm down Harry Potter sir. Dobby did what he thought was best."

"Have you been stopping my letters?" Harry asked angrily. "Dobby has them all right here sir." Dobby said as he pulled out wads of envelopes. Harry could see Hermione's neat writing, Ron's untidy scrawl, Newt's straight writings and even a scribble that looked like it was from Hagrid.

"Harry Potter mustn't be angry... Dobby hoped if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him… Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir…"

Harry wasn't listening. He made a grab for the letters, but Dobby jumped out of reach. "Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts. There is a great dnager! Say you won't go back, sir!"

"No!" Harry snapped. "Now give me my letter!"

Dobby sighed. "Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby with no choice." The Dobby bolted out. Harry quickly followed Dobby. Harry ran up the hall into the kitchen and felt his stomach disappear.

Aunt Petunia's pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby.

"Dobby! Cut it out!" Harry whispered. "Say you won't go back to school." "Dobby, please! They will kill me!"

"Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good." The pudding fell to the floor with a with a large crash. The pudding splattered everywhere and with a crack, Dobby vanished.

There were screams from the dining room and Uncle Vernon burst into the kitchen to find Harry, rigid with shock, covered from head to foot in Aunt Petunia's pudding.

At first, it looked as though Uncle Vernon would manage to gloss the whole thing over. He shooed the shocked Masons back into the dining room, promised Harry he would flay him to within an inch of his life when the Masons had left.

It might not have been all bad if it wasn't for the owl. A huge barn owl swooped through the dining room window, dropped a letter on Mrs. Mason's head, and swooped out again. Mrs. Mason screamed like a banshee and ran from the house shouting about lunatics. Mr. Mason stayed just long enough to tell the Dursleys that his wife was mortally afraid of birds and to ask whether this was their idea of a joke.

Uncle Vernon threw the letter at Harry's face. "Read it!"

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place of residence this evening at twelve minutes past nine.

As you know, underage wizards are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school. (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C).

We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy.

Enjoy your holidays!

Yours sincerely,

Mafalda Hopkirk

IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE

Ministry of Magic

"You didn't tell us you weren't allowed to use magic outside school," said Uncle Vernon, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes.

He was bearing down on Harry like a great bulldog, all his teeth bared. "Well, I've got news for you, boy… I'm locking you up… You're never going back to that school… never… and if you try and magic yourself out — they'll expel you!" And laughing like a maniac, he dragged Harry back upstairs.

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Uncle Vernon was not exaggerating. Next day, he hired people to fit a bar on Harry's window. He himself fitted a cat-flap in the bedroom door, so that small amounts of food could be pushed inside three times a day. They let Harry out to use the bathroom morning and evening. Otherwise, he was locked in his room around the clock.

Three days later, the Dursleys were showing no sign of relenting. Harry lied on his bed watching the sun sinking behind the bars on the window and wondered miserably what was going to happen to him.

What was the good of magicking himself out of his room if Hogwarts would expel him for doing it? But life at Privet Drive had reached an all time low. Now that the Dursleys knew he couldn't use magic, he had lost his only weapon. Dobby might have saved Harry from horrible happenings at Hogwarts, but the way things were going, he'd probably starve to death anyway.

The cat-flap rattled and Aunt Petunias hand appeared, pushing a bowl of canned soup into the room. The soup was stone-cold, but he drank half of it in one gulp. Then he crossed the room to Hedwig's cage and tipped the soggy vegetables at the bottom of the bowl into her empty food tray.

She ruffled her feathers and gave him a look of deep disgust. "Take it or leave it. That's all we have now" said Harry grimly.

Harry fell into an uneasy sleep. He dreamed that he was on show in a zoo, with a card reading UNDERAGE WIZARD attached to his cage. People goggled through the bars at him as he lay, starving and weak, on a bed of straw. He saw Dobby's face in the crowd "Harry Potter is safe there, sir!" and vanished. Then the Dursleys appeared started to, laugh at him.

"Stop it," Harry muttered as the rattling sound continued. "Cut it out… I'm trying to sleep…"

Harry woke up from his sleep. Moonlight was shining through the bars on the window. And someone was goggling through the bars at him, a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone. That someone was Ron Weasley.

A/N Some descriptions are from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by JK Rowling. Please leave a review!