Dobby

I can't remember who I promised this to, so let's just say it's for all of you who want to see what can happen to an already hyper House Elf when they're drugged.

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*set sometime after book 4*

"Dear me, what have we here?" Dumbledore asks himself as he looks down at the unconscious body of Dobby the House Elf. He crouches down next to his side, just as a bunch of fifth years run down the corridor, searching for the House Elf.

"When's the wedding, Potter?" Malfoy yells at Harry, who blushes as he reaches the House Elf… and this is how this has come about…

…

Dobby staggers through the corridors, getting strange looks from the couple of sixth years he passes. However, they don't bother to stop him to check that he is ok because, well, he's Harry Potter's House Elf friend and anyone friendly with Harry Potter aren't normal. And, anyway, he is a House Elf; they don't exactly hang out with them that much, so maybe they're all like that!

Dobby continues down the corridor and, as soon as he has passed the students, he bursts out into song once again:

"Yo, you jolly ol' wizard, we're having a ball, come join us and fight, use green and red spells I don't care because we're all getting drunk!" he squeals, singing a wizarding hit from the mid-1920's which he knows because it was played repeatedly in the Malfoy Manor when Lucius got drunk (which was a regular occurrence).

As he reaches the end of the corridor, he decides that he hasn't seen Harry Potter in a long time, so he ought to find him. That's why he deigns to jump into the air and use his magical powers to shoot him through the air, as if he were Superman… not that magical creatures know of this superhero.

Using his magical powers that really are just the fact that he memorised Harry's timetable when he was sleeping, he zooms along the corridors to Charms, where he crashes into the door, giggling hysterically. Flitwick opens the door and as soon as he does, the House Elf runs into the room, yelling about the fact that he loves Harry Potter… until he runs into the wall.

He lands on his back as the room laughs, besides Harry and his two best friends, until he jumps up and turns to face them with a harsh expression on his face, dampened slightly by the dazed appearance of his eyes. "Now, you listen to me!" he squeaks, placing his hands on his hips indignantly. "Just because I ran into the wall does not g-give you *hiccup* the right to laugh *hiccup* at me!" he screeches, his voice getting so high that the people closest to him have to cover their ears, it hurts so much.

Flitwick raises his wand to silence him, but Harry stands up and yells, "NOOOO! Sir, you can't do that!"

Hermione joins him and nods gravely. "It's against the law of 1875; the equality act for lower creatures means that, in a situation where they are paid for their work, to cast magic on them is against the law!" she says, causing the entire class to groan as she is the only one who pays attention to any of the laws of the world.

Flitwick sighs but puts his wand away, just as…

"HARRY POTTER!" dobby screeches, running across the room and bumping into fifteen tables as he does so. He grasps Harry's left leg and doesn't let go, kissing it and using his magic to lift the trouser leg so that he can kiss Harry's bare skin.

"Dobby, could you please stop that?" Harry asks, embarrassment colouring his face. dobby looks up and nods, letting go of Harry's leg as he remembers something else he was going to ask him.

"Harry Potter, I have… I have loved you since the moment I met you," Dobby begins in a high pitched voice, the entire room looking on with silent laughter. Harry's face darkens to look like a beetroot as he realises what Dobby is saying. "Will you please marry me?" he asks, utterly serious with the addition of wings of courage from the drugs.

Harry sighs as the room wolf whistles, waiting for his response. "I… yes," he agrees, knowing that if he didn't, Dobby would go jump off the top of the tallest tower – he threatened that when he was drunk the other week.

"YIPPEEE!" Dobby yells, magicing an elephant and a donkey into the room as he throws his arms up in excitement, flying high into the air again. "Harry Potter will make me the happiest House Elf alive!" he screams out, making a ring box appear next to Harry. The boy opens it to reveal a golden ring with a diamond in the middle, a note from Dobby saying:

Dearest Harry, you are going to be my husband! YAY! I'm so happy… please wear this ring… I saved up for three years to buy it! Dobby xxxxxx

"Dobby, perhaps we can get back to lessons now?" Harry says pointedly, not wanting the House Elf around, especially with all the taunts from his fellow classmates that he is now marrying a House Elf.

Dobby's face darkens as he realises Harry Potter doesn't want him around. "You… you don't want me?" he confirms, his eyes filling to the brim with tears.

"No, no, I mean, I … we have to learn, Dobby," Harry presses on, not wanting to hurt the House Elf's feelings, but not wanting him in the room anymore.

"I love you and you don't want me… I'm going to die!" Dobby yells, flying through the air towards the door. His unhappiness mixed with the drugs causes him to smash into the wall a few more times until Professor Flitwick kindly opens the door for him, the class instantly bursting into laughter as soon as he is gone.

"KILL ME NOW!" Dobby yells, so loud that the Charms class can all hear it.

"Perhaps you ought to go after him," Flitwick sighs, sitting back down on his cushions and debating about whether or not he can get chance to read his copy of Knitting Weekly now, before he has to give it back to Dumbledore.

Harry nods and the entire class rush out of the classroom, searching for the crying House Elf until…

BANG!

They hear the crash that reverberates around the entire castle, just outside Dumbledore's office.

Dobby crashes into a piece of wall that manages to fall down, since the momentum was so high when he crashed into it… and this is the consequences of someone giving Dobby the House Elf drugs!

This is all that came to my mind when I thought of Dobby high.

Hope it was ok.

I think it's Luna next, then McGonagall

Review please

Vicky xx