Harry Potter and the Blessed Blood
Betrayal
***Despite my plans to eventually own things, Harry Potter will never be one of them. ***
§ParselTongue§
***HPBB***
With that the woman cried out dramatically, before falling over with a loss of consciousness. As several staff members rushed to her side Harry could only stare onward, a feeling of dread creeping up his spine once more.
***HPBB***
"Welcome children to the first day of real Defense Against the Dark Arts class. My name, is Alastor Moody. Retired Auror from the last great war. Now then we are going to start by putting those stupid books of yours away."
Hermione frowned as she did as she was told, along with Harry, Neville, and the rest of the class.
"Good, glad to see you lot can follow simple directions. Now as I understand it you have had two rather pathetic teachers in this field so far, and one half-way decent one. I also heard that Lupin had the balls to find a real Boggart for all of you to face, surprised he got the Headmaster to agree to that but since he isn't around this year I guess it wasn't a complete success eh? Now then who can tell me what the most important skill is in battle?"
Most of the class just looked around in a confused manner, before a few slowly raised their hands, one of them being the young Granger.
"Hmmm first attempt goes to... you in the back, bet you're a Malfoy from that ridiculous hair color. What's your answer?"
The boy sneered, before straightening himself up and calling out his response, "Magical Power is the obvio..."
"WRONG!"
The boy's jaw dropped, but before he could utter any retort the teacher had already moved on.
"You, the Ravenclaw, bet your pretty smart eh? Patil wasn't it? What's your answer?"
"Q-quick wand draw sir?"
"Is that an answer or are you asking me a question?"
"A-answer sir"
"Then say it like you mean it."
"Quick wan..."
"WRONG!"
The young girl flinched back into her seat, before the grizzled man turned to the last remaining hand still in the air. "Ah yes Granger. I've heard about you, McGonagall says your some kind of genius, let's see if she is right."
"Yes sir, the answer is knowledge."
Several of the Slytherins in the back of the room snickered, at the girl's response. Of course, she would...
"Correct, ten points to Gryffindor. Doesn't matter how fast or how powerful you are if you don't know what you are up against. All the wand speed in the world ain't gonna save you from a Dementor if you don't know the right charm."
With that the man slowly made his way back to the front of the class, before scribbling down some pages from their book. "Homework for next class, I want everyone here to memorize all of the creatures on these pages... and what to do against them. That will be your first quiz as well."
***HPBB***
"I told you the man was bloody insane!"
"Did you see the way he snapped at Malfoy? Bloody brilliant!"
"I sure wouldn't want to be serving detention with him though..."
The trio made their way behind the other group of Gryffindors, who were busy discussing their newest defense teacher after class. "What do you think about him Harry?"
The raven-haired boy merely shrugged in response to the bookworm, they had already had two evil teachers in that position, and another was a family friend so who knew what Moody would turn into.
"I know that he was one of the best Aurors during the war, took down a lot of Deatheaters in combat. I also heard he killed a lot of them..." Neville quickly replied.
"Harry!"
The three halted, and turned to wait for the energetic blonde Ravenclaw to catch up with them, immediately sneaking between Harry and Neville.
The blonde boy inwardly frowned, it was obvious, at least to him, that both girls were attracted to his best friend. Why was it that the Potter heir always seemed to have the most female attention as well? Neville had a betrothed... and Harry ends up with two girls pining for his attention.
***HPBB***
"Harry I…"
"We" Neville growled out, earning himself a glare from the bushy haired girl.
"Harry, we are not going to abandon you. We are going to stick by your side no matter what happens with that stupid prophecy. We are going to figure it out and deal with it when the time comes okay?"
"Thank you"
Neville and Hermione nodded, while Luna simply hugged the boy, earning herself a glare from the Granger.
"So, do we have any idea what any of that crap meant? I mean I am not a huge fan of fate or anything but… well after three years of messed up crap I am willing to err on the side of caution." The blonde boy muttered.
"Hmmm well there are quite a few references to 'fire' so maybe it has to do with the 'Goblet of Fire'."
"No need to be a smartass about it Hermione…"
"Language…" the girl admonished, before continuing on, and ignoring the tongue being stuck out at her.
***HPBB***
"Look!"
"Do you see that!?"
"Of course I do, it's pretty hard to miss the giant pirate ship..."
"What about the flying carriage?"
"I think that is just for the Headmaster, no way an entire school could fit in there."
"Yeah, not like we have magic or anything."
"Hey why can't it be a Headmistress?"
As the various students clamored by the windows to get a sneak peak at the arrival, Harry and his friends sat calmly nearby, merely waiting for the crowd to disperse.
"I swear it's like they have never seen magic before" Hermione grumbled, as she engaged Neville in Wizard Chess.
"Aw come on Hermione, I bet if Hogwarts was going to a different school we would have some sort of awesome entrance as well."
The brunette rolled her eyes, as she took another of the blonde's pieces, earning a scowl for her efforts.
"Attention students, our guests shall be making their entrance to the Main Hall in one hour, please find your seats there for the time being." McGonagall called out from the doorway, creating a mad rush to either the individual houses to prepare, or towards the meeting room itself in order to get a decent seat.
Luna just sighed dreamily, before rising from her seat.
"Harry, would you like to accompany me to our destination?"
The boy nodded, missing the unseen glare given to him and his blonde friend by the other female Gryffindor.
"Easy Hermione, the school year just started, no need to start plotting the death of certain blonde girls quite yet."
"I bet if Draco Malfoy was clinging to Susan you would change your stance on that argument."
Neville paused, "touché"
***HPBB***
"Allow me to introduce our foreign comrades, first Durmstrang!"
With that the doors to the main hall were thrown open, and in walked several lines of students in military formation, each in step with their leader.
"Ah Headmaster Karkaroff, so good to see you again."
"And you as well Headmaster Dumbledore, I see we arrived before they did. What a surprise, the French were never known for their punctuality after all."
Just as he had announced this with a smirk music emanated from the corridor, as a procession of wizards and witches practically danced into the room.
Without warning, most of the boys had stupid grins forming on their faces, as they stared at the lead pack of beautiful women.
All except Harry and a few others.
"What is going on?" the boy whispered to Neville, who appeared only mildly influenced.
"Veela…" the boy replied, before receiving a smack to the back of his head by Susan, who had taken to sitting next to them when she could.
"I-I mean… just Veela Harry, nothing important."
"Uhmm…"
"Of course you wouldn't be affected… don't know why I thought you would be."
"Perhaps Harry is just far more loyal to his girls than some people I know." The Bones heiress stressed out, glaring at Neville the entire time.
"I still don't know what the big deal is…"
"Harry, Veela are magical creatures that have an aura of seduction emanating from them. It is highly influential on both sexes, but more so on men."
Luna nodded in agreement with the bookworm, her blue eyes glazing over just a bit as she dreamily watched the lovely creatures dance.
***HPBB***
"Harry, could I talk to you for a second, the Nargles have been whispering quite a bit lately and I feel I must warn you about them."
Harry blinked, before nodding and walking with his blonde friend to a secluded corner. Now that he had time he noticed that the girl looked rather exhausted, almost delirious like when they had first met last year.
"You must listen Harry, I fear for your safety. You see I believe that the tournament is a setup for the Nargles to get their revenge against you. They are very tricky and..."
"Luna, when was the last time you slept."
The girl paused, before rationality slowly crept back into her mind. "I... I don't remember... I've been having nightmares and..."
She was quickly brought into a hug, where she instantly relaxed into the boy's arms.
Moments later Harry realized she had fallen asleep against him, a peaceful expression adorning her face.
***HPBB***
Harry glanced down at the young blonde girl still wrapped around his torso. It had taken quite a bit of effort but he had finally managed to navigate them both to his room so that they were at least lying down on a bed for her nap.
'Something needs to be done, but we barely got away with it last year. I don't think she can sneak into Gryffindor Tower every night again…'
Without realizing it he had begun running his hands gently through her hair, eliciting a silent sigh as the blue-eyed girl snuggled into him even more.
***HPBB***
"Harry… I need to talk to you about something important."
The raven-haired boy looked down at the blonde, still wrapped in his arms, before nodding. "I… don't want you to enter the Tournament."
Before he could retort that he had no interest in doing so the girl put her finger on his lips to silence him.
"I know you might want to, if nothing else just to prove that you can win it but… I have a bad feeling Harry and I don't want you getting hurt. Just please promise me that you won't enter it."
"I promise that I will not enter."
The blue-eyed girl studied him for a moment, before nodding happily and snuggling back into his chest. "Good… now you may either continue rubbing my back or running your fingers through my hair, both were most enjoyable."
He chuckled, before proceeding to do as requested.
***HPBB***
"Quiet please, quiet down. We shall now light the Goblet and begin the selection process."
Harry's stomach tightened, he remembered the words of the prophecy spoken earlier in the year, and merely prayed that they would not come true. Perhaps for once October 31st would not be marked with disaster.
Moments after the ceremony began the first piece of paper was launched, and swiftly caught, by the elderly wizard.
"For Durmstrang… VICTOR KRUM!"
Roars of applause came from the table that had been magically created for those in attendance from the school.
"I told you, I bloody well told you it would be Krum, the man is a bloody legend in Quidditch. Who else would be bloody brilliant enough to…"
"Ron, shut up so we can hear the rest" Dean growled out, earning a sulk from the redhead.
Then another name flew from the Goblet.
"The Beauxbatons school champion shall be… FLEUR DELACOUR!" This time the cheers came from the opposite side, as a very beautiful girl stood and made her way out to the holding room.
The last paper spat from the flames was easily captured, and read aloud.
"CEDRIC DIGGORY!"
The Hufflepuff table roared out in excitement, as they stood clapping furiously, soon joined by the far more reluctant, but still excited, other Hogwarts tables.
"Now then, I would like to thank you all for attending and…"
Anything else the Headmaster would have said was promptly interrupted, as the Goblet of Fire had once more ignited.
***HPBB***
'Not this year, please just one year of nothing happening…' the Potter heir silently prayed, before his hopes were dashed.
A single piece of paper was launched from the chalice, and deftly caught by the elder wizard.
Silence fell over the room as the man's eyes narrowed, "Harry Potter!"
The boy's face fell, as he slowly rose and made his way towards where McGonagall gestured. He had already noticed the upset look in her eyes as they crossed paths.
***HPBB***
"Something wrong? Are we wanted back in the Main Hall already?" Cedric Diggory questioned as Harry slowly walked in, his head down as he went through what he could do in this situation.
"Unfortunately, not Mr. Diggory, it appears as though Mr. Potter has chosen to cheat and find a way to enter the tournament regardless of the other champions. I must say Harry I am very disappointed in you." Dumbledore clarified, as he entered in with the other school leaders, several teachers, and officials.
"Yes, what a surprise, Potter wants all the spotlight to himself. Just like his father." Harry hadn't even needed to raise his head to tell it was the potions professor who spoke of him so poorly.
"This is an outrage Dumbledore! Durmstrang will not abide this… this… deception!"
"I agree" the large woman nodded, although considerably calmer than the smaller man. "I do not know what your plan is young man but I assure you that it will end disastrously for you."
"Imagine it… four competitors, and one is the boy-who-lived!"
Fleur and Krum both blinked in confusion, before turning to the youngest person in the room. "Him? but he is so... little."
Harry flinched slightly at the taunt French girl's taunt while Krum's laughter filled the room. "I say we let him compete, if he is smart enough to enter himself then let him deal with trying to survive on his own!"
"But it would be unfair to the others he must withdraw!" Karkaroff began, before being interrupted.
"Don't be stupid Igor, the moment his name came out of the Goblet he was entered into a magical contract. Like it or not the boy has to participate." a rough growl echoed through the room as the new defense teacher slowly made his way in.
"I assure you all that Cedric Diggory is the Hogwarts Champion. Mr. Potter will be considered his own entity until such time as we can figure out exactly what occurred. Hogwarts does not condone cheating." Albus called out, ending all further arguments.
The man named Bagman cleared his throat quietly, before walking forward and speaking up to try and ease the tension a bit. "Yes well… now that everything has been sorted out I wish to make an announcement about the first task. It will begin in one and a half months, on December fifteenth. The task is rather simple, in accordance with the rules of the tournament you each must defeat an unknown threat as a test of bravery."
The other champions nodded in understanding, while Harry barely registered what was said. His thoughts were far more focused on survival rather than victory.
***HPBB***
Of course, Potter had entered himself into the tournament. The little brat was just like his father, a stuck-up glory seeking bastard.
'It was their fault that Lily had died. If James Potter hadn't turned her against me then…'
Snape fumed as he practically stomped down the hallway towards his chambers.
'But it wasn't just that. Oh no, the entire wizarding world then had to declare it a national bloody holiday. Let's all celebrate the day that the most wonderful woman to ever walk the Earth died for her miserable and useless son.'
By the time the professor had reached his personal quarters he had worked himself up to the extent of having a stomach ache from the rage.
"BLOODY HELL!" he roared, before picking up and throwing a glass vial against the wall.
Moments later he slunk to the floor, silently weeping for the woman he had loved.
***HPBB***
After the meeting Dumbledore had swiftly made his way towards his office before activating the ward system inside. Harry had found a way to manipulate his way into the tournament, and while it was disturbing to think he could trick such a powerful artifact it was also a blessing in disguise. The Triwizard Tournament was known to kill contestants every year it was held... and this one would be no different.
All the aged wizard had to do now was ensure the boy's demise, and the future Dark Lord rising within him would be stopped once and for all.
First and foremost he had to ensure the boy's isolation. A brief scan through the wards located all three of Harry's friends, those who would stand by him no matter what. This had to be changed, unfortunately. While he couldn't completely alter their wills in such a short time he could amplify certain emotions they were experiencing.
Jealousy over his success
Betrayal of the warnings bestowed
Obsession with Rules
Any one of these alone wouldn't be strong enough to sway any of them away from his side, but if these thoughts and emotions were strengthened to an almost unnatural degree...
He really did not enjoy manipulating children in such a way but... it was for the greater good after all.
***HPBB***
"So, my Godfather was right, once again you show your true colors as the glory seeking arse that you are Potter."
Harry continued walking, determined to ignore Draco's taunts and jeers.
"What's wrong Potter, I thought you wanted the fame and fortune?"
"I didn't enter myself into the Tournament."
"Can't wait to see your little plan go up in smoke Potter. Who knows, maybe you won't be walking away from this year like you did the last three."
The feeling in Harry's gut told him that the Malfoy heir might not be too far from the truth.
***HPBB***
"What a surprise, Potter is trying to outshine everyone again. What's the matter Potter? Can't let someone else be the Hogwarts Champion? Couldn't let good ol Cedric just win one, could you?" Ronald Weasley growled out, backed by nearly the entire Gryffindor house.
The boy-who-lived had returned to his house common room, trying to figure out what to do when he had noticed the entirety of his house gathered, seemingly waiting for him. Even then he had hope, maybe they would rally behind him? Show their support for all of the other times they hadn't. Maybe this time would be different.
He was wrong, it was a repeat of the second year. Already he could see the mistrust and betrayal in their eyes."Just so you know Potter we support the true champion of Hogwarts, Cedric!"
The raven-haired boy nodded, what else could he do? With that most of the room left, some bumping into him on the way out, others simply refusing to look at him, like he was some sort of disease. Finally he was left alone, save for his three friends. Turning to them he prepared to explain what had happened, to ask for their help, to beg for their support.
***HPBB***
Neville Longbottom stormed up the steps towards the Gryffindor common room. Another year of Harry getting all the attention, of Harry being celebrated for his achievements, of Harry...
As he entered all thoughts froze. The target of his rage was standing in the common room, oblivious to his presence, and it looked more like he was on trial for murder than speaking with his fellow classmates.
Sneers, growls, name calling, shouting... all of this surrounded the poor bespectacled boy. Yet his own rage remained...
Something wasn't right. Neville shook his head to clear the confusion and fog from his mind before focusing once more. There was still an anger in his chest...but why? Why would he be angry at Harry? Sure he had been jealous earlier in the year but... why would that cause so much anger?
Glancing to the side he noticed similar looks of confusion on both Luna and Hermione. Something was terribly wrong, and the boy slowly made his way over to the two girls.
"Feeling a bit confused?"
Hermione nodded her head slowly, rubbing her temples as if to get rid of a headache. "I can't... seem to focus..."
"I can... but all I feel is anger..."
"Do you think..."
"Someone is influencing us" Luna muttered, shaking her head rapidly to the side as she fought against the affect.
"But why would..."
"The Tournament, the prophecy..."
All three eyes widened in shock. Someone was targeting their friend once more, and that realization finally broke the manipulations of a certain Headmaster.
***HPBB***
"Headmaster don't you think this is going a bit too far?"
"I wish I had any other options Minerva, but the rules are quite clear. Harry must remain on the grounds to compete with the other champions but… he cannot live in Hogwarts. Every participating school must have their own accommodations."
The woman's heart sunk as she took stock of the situation. It was quite clear that the boy didn't enter himself, he never wanted fame or money before, and it was also clear that Dumbledore either didn't believe him... or more distressingly didn't care.
Plans would need to be made, the boy needed help, guidance, and allies.
***HPBB***
"N-N-Neville, H-Hermione, Luna I swear I didn't…" the boy-who-lived stuttered out,
"Of course not Harry, we know that." the boy replied, before Luna rushed forward and wrapped her arms around the boy's chest in a hug.
A slight elbow to the side brought Hermione out of her glare as Neville gave her one of his own.
"He's right Harry, this is obviously someone trying to harm you. If Neville can see that then it is blatantly obvious to the rest of us." the bushy-haired girl chimed in, giving a teasing smirk to the boy.
"Quite right Mr. Potter."
The four turned to find Minerva McGonagall standing nearby, a disappointed look on her face. "I had hoped that my other lions would see that as well after the previous years but..."
"Sheep will always stay together" Hermione muttered, earning a sad nod from the professor.
"I am afraid so. But it appears as though your true friends have stuck by you Mr. Potter... Harry... I have no intentions of letting you go through this alone either."
He gave them a thankful nod.
***HPBB***
"Mr. Potter, I'm afraid that you will need to find another place to live on the grounds for the duration of the tournament. It is a part of the rules after all. You have until the end of day tomorrow to pack." Dumbeldore decreed.
Another blow, one more on top of many. Apparently, he was being thrown out of Hogwarts as well.
"I am sorry Mr. Potter, but you knew the risks by entering…"
"B-but I didn't…" the boy stuttered, only for the man to turn and leave.
'What am I going to do now?'
***HPBB***
"Harry, it is going to be okay..."
The boy nodded slowly, he still had his three friends and McGonagall. Susan had joined them less than an hour later, having never believed that he would purposefully try and break the rules either.
"I only have one night and then..."
Neville had a far away look in his eyes, before snapping his head back to his best friend. Now wasn't the time for distractions, now wasn't the time for any petty jealousy that had been built up over the summer. Now was the time for action, to help his best friend in his moment of greatest need.
"Then we do this one step at a time."
The others looked at him curiously, and the blonde boy smirked inwardly, "or in terms that Hermione would understand, we do this like a school project. Rather than trying to look at all of it at once we take it section by section to avoid being overwhelmed."
The girl gave him a pouting glare, and the Longbottom made a mental tally for him in their private battle.
McGonagall nodded, "first priorities are to see if we can get Harry out of the tournament without losing his magic, and finding him a place to stay."
"Obviously professor McGonagall and I will be researching the tournament." Hermione proclaimed, earning several eye rolls.
"Which means that Neville and I can start looking into places he can stay, why not just use Hogsmeade or stay with your godparents Harry?"
"I can't... Dumbledore informed me that I have to be on the grounds but outside the castle Wards."
Minerva nodded, that would explain why the other schools are staying in their carriages rather than simply using the Floo Network when it is time for the tasks."
"Okay, well then we keep going over options till we find something, right Nev?"
The boy nodded towards his fiance.
"I will start packing..." the raven-haired boy whispered, "just in case..."
The room turned solemn until the Deputy Headmistress turned towards the female blonde.
"Miss Lovegood, you can..."
"I will keep Harry company and make him happy!"
Hermione fought the urge to switch spots with the girl. Surely the Ravenclaw could do research instead...
***HPBB***
Padfoot & Mooney,
Something has happened again at Hogwarts this year. I have been entered into the Triwizard Tournament against my will and now I am being forced to compete. Even worse is that the school doesn't believe me. They all think I chose to enter despite not wanting to! I could really use some help from you guys. If you can, please come back to Hogwarts as soon as possible…
Harry
The boy sighed before glancing over at his snow-white owl. "You believe me… right girl?" The creature gave a hoot of indignation, and a glare that said, 'of course I do you stupid boy'.
It was returned by a small smile, "thanks girl… I'm starting to run out of friends and I don't know what I would do without…"
He paused, wiping away the tears that he had begun shedding without realization. The glare he had been receiving dropped from the owl's face as it hopped up onto his shoulder and rubbed affectionately onto his cheek.
"Thank you… please take this to Padfoot and Moony, I… need advice... and all the help I can get." A slight nod and the creature was off, soon becoming just a pale dot in the distance.
***HPBB***
After a sleepless night, Harry and his friends had yet to come up with any solutions.
Hermione and McGonagall's research had turned up nothing of value, save for that the contract was completely binding in every magical way. There was simply no way for him to get out of the tournament except for seeing it through till the end.
Neville and Susan had been equally unsuccessful with their attempts. He couldn't stay with the other schools and any construction on Hogwarts grounds had to get approval months in advance. Unless Harry was planning on living outside until spring he wouldn't be able to simply buy or build a temporary home.
The only saving grace thus far had been a fairly peaceful sleep with Luna, who had cuddled into him far more than usual, practically wrapping herself around his body in a full hug.
The next morning showed no signs of improvement from the rest of the school either. He was barred from eating at the Gryffindor table, who wanted no association with him what so ever, and thus began to take his food elsewhere when the Headmaster rose from his seat.
"Attention please, after spending a good deal of time last night we have come to the realization of how a certain individual managed to enter himself into the Triwizard Tournament. It appears Mr. Potter had falsified documents written up to enter himself under a school that had closed down well over a decade ago. As such the board and I have agreed to honor Mr. Potter's request, and proclaim him to be a part of 'Salem School for Witches and Wizards'. Thus, he will no longer be accepted as a Hogwarts student."
Harry's heart broke just a little more before Hermione and Luna both gave his opposing hands comforting squeezes. No matter what they would be by his side, as would Neville and Susan if their nods were any indication. McGonagall had simply snorted when she heard Dumbledore's 'explanation'. Who in their right mind thought that a fourth year student would be clever enough for such a ruse? Meanwhile Harry simply averted his eyes to the floor, his mind whirling at a hundred miles an hour, what else could go wrong? Was he going to be kicked out of Britain as well?
He was answered several hours later in the noon owl post.
The Boy who Cheated
The former savior of the wizarding world has shown his true colors this week by illegally entering himself into the Triwizard Tournament. Sources state that the boy manipulated a little-known loophole, thus allowing him to enter in as a representative of a former school. Although we could not obtain an official statement from any of the staff at Hogwarts we have been assured that Cedric Diggory remains the official, and only, champion of our great school.
Mr. Potter could not be reached for comment, but considering what he is willing to do for the spotlight this reporter has no interest in pandering to him anymore than we already have. What does it say about our nation when the hero we all worshipped turns out to be just a glory seeking brat?
When asked this question Minster Fudge had this to say:
"Mr. Potter has disrespected his school, the ideals of the tournament, and our trust. Due to these actions, I have decided that, Mr. Potter will no longer be recognized as a member of this great nation."
There you have it loyal readers, we have asked for action to be taken against this cheater and our pleas have been heard and acted upon. No longer will Harry Potter be a household name associated with bravery or loyalty. Instead he is a thief and a coward. Time will tell how and when his actions finally catch up to him.
***HPBB***
"Mr. Potter, it is time."
The boy gave a nod to the Headmaster, before picking up his trunk and departing the Gryffindor tower, he wasn't surprised to hear a few boos and jeers from behind as most of his 'housemates' had been present to watch him leave.
His friends had followed closely behind him while the Deputy Headmistress had chosen to stay behind and 'instruct' her lions on proper behavior.
Minutes later he departed the castle, having avoided most of the students in his trip out.
"What am I going to do now…" he whispered, looking over the lake and the forest beyond. He had to stay on the school grounds, but not in the castle… where did that leave him? Would he be forced to sleep outside for the remainder of, what seemed to be, his short life?
"We will figure something out Harry, even if we have to sleep outside with you" Neville commented, his voice filled with the determination that Harry was lacking at the moment.
Suddenly a soft popping noise alerted him to something else being present.
"Master Harry Potter?"
"Dobby?"
"Oh it is you great Harry Potter sir! Dobby was afraid that you would be gone and that Dobby wouldn't be able to find you."
"No Dobby… I wouldn't know where to go anyway…"
The three students stood by watching, almost in amusement, at the two's interaction.
"Dobby does not understand why everyone is mad at the great Harry Potter, Dobby thinks they are being rude."
The boy forced a small smile, "they believe I entered the tournament Dobby, they think I betrayed them."
"It does not matter if master Harry Potter did or not… they should have stuck by him." Several nods confirmed that his friends agreed.
"I wish everyone saw life as simply as you do Dobby."
The Elf grinned at the praise, before taking on a thinking pose and then snapping its fingers.
"Dobby knows what to do! Master Harry Potter must live here, but not here yes?" at the nod of confirmation the small Elf's grin broadened. "Dobby knows where the great Harry Potter can stay!"
***HPBB***