Second Year
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his personal chambers at the Malfoy Manor when Dobby finally showed up. "What is it that young sir requires?" the small house elf said as he made a low bow at the foot of the chair Draco was currently sitting in.
"What took you so long? I called you over half a minute ago." the fowl boy spat, but with a little less actual malice than the public was used to from the Slytherin Prince. Draco was only truly horrid when his father was around and that was because it was the only time he ever looked proud. "I need your help with something."
Dobby was Malfoy's favorite house elf, though he would never admit to any favor of such a low creature out loud. But Dobby had been there since he was a kid and was more of a friend than most would think a Malfoy able to have. He actually trusted Dobby to a certain extent.
And trust is what he need at this moment. Walking by the library, Draco had stumbled upon a conversation that he really wished he'd never had. The cold, snake-like voice echoing out of the book was in a language he'd never heard before, but his father's words had been entirely too clear. "Yes, the Chamber of Secerts will be open this year" and "the mudbloods will be exterminated" and worst of all "Harry Potter will die by your hand. Everything is in place." The cold snake-y voice echoed in what could only be called a dark, twisted version of laughter.
Draco blinked back to reality. "Dobby, I need you to go to Harry Potter's house, tonight. I need you to make sure he does not come to school this year no matter what. Do you understand me?"
A confused look came over Dobby's face. "N-not really sir. Is there a reason he should not be attending this y-year sire?"
Draco moved to lean forward in his chair and the house elf flinched only slightly. Draco looked into Dobby's eyes and in a serious tone, "Dobby, if Harry goes to Hogwarts this year, very bad things will happen. Now go to his house and be sure he does not leave for school, no matter what happens."
Dobby nods. "Yes. I shall tell Harry Potter on your behalf that he should not return to school this year." Just as he was about to snap his fingers, Draco grabbed for the hand a loud "NOOOO!" on his lips. This earned another confused look from Dobby. "Harry Potter must not know who sent you. He must not know what family you come from. In fact, do not tell anyone, even my mother or father that I sent you. Please you must do this for me."
Maybe it was the desperate look on Malfoy's face or just the fact that he actually used the word 'please,' but the house elf gave a fond smile on his face as he nodded once more. "I will do my best to up-hold young Malfoy's wishes." Then he snapped his fingers and he was gone. Hopefully this would be enough, Malfoy thought as he curled back up on the over-plush chair and tried to push away memories of the horribly cold voice from his head.