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Chapter 2 - The Return to Grimmuald Place
Harry awoke with a start. He was being prodded by a small, sharp finger. "Harry Potter must get up, sir." "Dobby?" Harry mumbled groggily. "Dobby has come to take Harry Potter. Dobby is given break for summer holiday." Dobby said eagerly, nearly toppling off the desk with excitement, or nervousness, Harry couldn't tell which. Harry looked over Dobby. He was wearing Ron's maroon sweater, a little tea cozy as a hat, one of Uncle Vernon's foul, mustard yellow socks, and a blue sock with green hearts. His knobby little body seemed slightly smaller and thinner than when Harry had last seen him, in the kitchens at Hogwarts. "Where are you taking me Dobby?" Harry asked, noticing the definite droop in Dobby's ears. "Dobby is taking Harry Potter to where Dumbledore is asking." Dobby said, puffing out his tiny chest with pride. "Dumbledore. then you're taking me to Grim- " Harry managed before Dobby clapped his hands over Harry's mouth. "Harry Potter must not say where is Dobby taking him, sir." he whispered, "Dumbledore is not wanting it said." Harry nodded understandingly.
Often while Harry packed his bags, Dobby would squeak something like, "Socks is my favorites clothes," or, "Dumbledore is saying Harry Potter is to be gotten!" Harry found this slightly annoying, but was glad to be going back to Sirius's house, even if Sirius wouldn't be there. As Harry finished packing, he picked up his owl's cage. Hedwig was hunting, but how would he let her know where he had gone? He thought for a moment. "Dobby," Harry started, but before he could finish, as if his mind was being read, Dobby answered, "Dobby will come to find Harry Potter's owl when Dobby has taken Harry Potter. where he needs go." Harry felt relieved, but stuck his head out the window, looking around, nonetheless. He turned to Dobby and wondered why, the last time he had left the Dursleys, he had had a huge group of wizards protecting him, while now, Dobby was alone taking him back to Grimmuald Place. Then he remembered something he had heard before, "House elves have their own, powerful kind of magic." A scene came to Harry's mind. Right after he had freed Dobby, his furious owner, Lucius Malfoy, had rounded on Harry. Dobby had struck him with a very powerful spell that knocked the wind out of him. Still, he was apprehensive. Was one small house-elf an equal match to 6 or 7 fully trained wizards? He hoped so. "Okay, Dobby, I'm ready."
Dobby hopped up of Dudley's pile of books he had never read. "Harry Potter is to be coming with Dobby on his broom." Dobby said, matter-of- factly. "Both of us? With the trunk?" Harry questioned, looking slightly intrigued. "Yes, sir, Dobby hears it with his own ears." Dobby said. "Oh. okay." Harry turned to grab his Firebolt, but it was gone. Oh no he thought, what happened?! Realizing what had happened, Dobby stepped forward, his already huge eyes bulging. "Harry Potter is in great danger," he told Harry, "Dobby must use magic that Dobby isn't to be using!" A lump formed in Harry's throat as Dobby moved him towards his trunk. His Firebolt was gone. who had taken it in the minute that they had not looked in that direction? Harry didn't want to think about it.
Dobby was waving his hands about and Harry saw his trunk lift from the ground and start to whirl around him. "Dobby, what are you -" Harry began, but his words were cut off when he saw himself outside a grungy house, which seemed to have appeared suddenly. What had Dobby done? Whatever it was, it was effective. He thought about ringing the bell or knocking for a moment, then reconsidered, remembering the horrible screeching of the portrait of Mrs. Black.
He slowly opened the door and crept in, his sneakers making 'poof' sounds on the dusty, old carpet. He could hear yelling downstairs in the kitchen "YOU SENT A HOUSE ELF TO GET POOR HARRY!? YOU TELL US WE ARE NEVER TO STOP OUR WATCH AND YOU ENSURE HIS SAFETY WITH A HOUSE ELF?!" Harry recognized the voice as that of Ron's protective mother, Mrs. Weasly. Dumbledore's voice was added to the mix of commotion, creating silence quickly, "Now Molly, he sent the house elf on my instructions." Harry crept to the foot of the stairs, not wanting to alarm Mrs. Black, or the group in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasly spoke again, "Well, sir, but. one house elf. are you sure that's. well, wise?" "I have the utmost confidence that Dobby is capable." Harry then heard the low growl of Moody, "Dobby did very well. Potter is sitting up on the step."
Chapter 2 - The Return to Grimmuald Place
Harry awoke with a start. He was being prodded by a small, sharp finger. "Harry Potter must get up, sir." "Dobby?" Harry mumbled groggily. "Dobby has come to take Harry Potter. Dobby is given break for summer holiday." Dobby said eagerly, nearly toppling off the desk with excitement, or nervousness, Harry couldn't tell which. Harry looked over Dobby. He was wearing Ron's maroon sweater, a little tea cozy as a hat, one of Uncle Vernon's foul, mustard yellow socks, and a blue sock with green hearts. His knobby little body seemed slightly smaller and thinner than when Harry had last seen him, in the kitchens at Hogwarts. "Where are you taking me Dobby?" Harry asked, noticing the definite droop in Dobby's ears. "Dobby is taking Harry Potter to where Dumbledore is asking." Dobby said, puffing out his tiny chest with pride. "Dumbledore. then you're taking me to Grim- " Harry managed before Dobby clapped his hands over Harry's mouth. "Harry Potter must not say where is Dobby taking him, sir." he whispered, "Dumbledore is not wanting it said." Harry nodded understandingly.
Often while Harry packed his bags, Dobby would squeak something like, "Socks is my favorites clothes," or, "Dumbledore is saying Harry Potter is to be gotten!" Harry found this slightly annoying, but was glad to be going back to Sirius's house, even if Sirius wouldn't be there. As Harry finished packing, he picked up his owl's cage. Hedwig was hunting, but how would he let her know where he had gone? He thought for a moment. "Dobby," Harry started, but before he could finish, as if his mind was being read, Dobby answered, "Dobby will come to find Harry Potter's owl when Dobby has taken Harry Potter. where he needs go." Harry felt relieved, but stuck his head out the window, looking around, nonetheless. He turned to Dobby and wondered why, the last time he had left the Dursleys, he had had a huge group of wizards protecting him, while now, Dobby was alone taking him back to Grimmuald Place. Then he remembered something he had heard before, "House elves have their own, powerful kind of magic." A scene came to Harry's mind. Right after he had freed Dobby, his furious owner, Lucius Malfoy, had rounded on Harry. Dobby had struck him with a very powerful spell that knocked the wind out of him. Still, he was apprehensive. Was one small house-elf an equal match to 6 or 7 fully trained wizards? He hoped so. "Okay, Dobby, I'm ready."
Dobby hopped up of Dudley's pile of books he had never read. "Harry Potter is to be coming with Dobby on his broom." Dobby said, matter-of- factly. "Both of us? With the trunk?" Harry questioned, looking slightly intrigued. "Yes, sir, Dobby hears it with his own ears." Dobby said. "Oh. okay." Harry turned to grab his Firebolt, but it was gone. Oh no he thought, what happened?! Realizing what had happened, Dobby stepped forward, his already huge eyes bulging. "Harry Potter is in great danger," he told Harry, "Dobby must use magic that Dobby isn't to be using!" A lump formed in Harry's throat as Dobby moved him towards his trunk. His Firebolt was gone. who had taken it in the minute that they had not looked in that direction? Harry didn't want to think about it.
Dobby was waving his hands about and Harry saw his trunk lift from the ground and start to whirl around him. "Dobby, what are you -" Harry began, but his words were cut off when he saw himself outside a grungy house, which seemed to have appeared suddenly. What had Dobby done? Whatever it was, it was effective. He thought about ringing the bell or knocking for a moment, then reconsidered, remembering the horrible screeching of the portrait of Mrs. Black.
He slowly opened the door and crept in, his sneakers making 'poof' sounds on the dusty, old carpet. He could hear yelling downstairs in the kitchen "YOU SENT A HOUSE ELF TO GET POOR HARRY!? YOU TELL US WE ARE NEVER TO STOP OUR WATCH AND YOU ENSURE HIS SAFETY WITH A HOUSE ELF?!" Harry recognized the voice as that of Ron's protective mother, Mrs. Weasly. Dumbledore's voice was added to the mix of commotion, creating silence quickly, "Now Molly, he sent the house elf on my instructions." Harry crept to the foot of the stairs, not wanting to alarm Mrs. Black, or the group in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasly spoke again, "Well, sir, but. one house elf. are you sure that's. well, wise?" "I have the utmost confidence that Dobby is capable." Harry then heard the low growl of Moody, "Dobby did very well. Potter is sitting up on the step."