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Harry and I stood in Dumbledore's office. The Weasley's were in the hospital wing with Ginny, who was on bed rest but unhurt.
"First, Harry, Elizabeth, I want to thank you. You must have shown me real loyalty down in the Chamber. Nothing but that could have called Fawkes to you. Secondly, I sense you're troubled by something. Am I right?"
"It's just, you see, sir, I couldn't help but noticing certain things. Certain similarties. Between Tom Riddle and me." Harry explained.
"You can speak Parseltongue, Harry, because Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. Unless I am mistaken, he transferred some of his own powers to you the night he gave you that scar."
"Voldemort put a bit of himself in me?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.
"Not intentionally, but… yes."
"So the Sorting Hat was right. I should be a Slytherin."
"It's true, Harry, you do possess many of the qualities Voldemort himself prizes. Resourcefulness. Determination. A certain disregard for the rules. Yet the Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor."
"Only because I asked it to."
"Exactly. Which makes you very different from Voldemort. It's not our abilities that show who we truly are, Harry, but our choices. If you want proof you belong in Gryffindor, Harry, I suggest you look more closely at this." He handed Harry the sword. He read the name engraved on the hilt.
"'Godric Gryffindor'."
"Only a true Gryffindor could have pulled that out of the hat." Dumbledore told him.
"But Elizabeth pulled it out." Harry protested.
"But you used it." Suddenly, Lucius Malfoy entered the room. Dobby was behind him. I looked at him in surprise. I went to talk to him as Harry, Lucius and Dumbledore talked at the desk.
"Dobby! This is your master? The family you serve is the Malfoy's?" I asked. He nodded.
"I'm sorry." I told him. He said nothing, just looked down.
"Hey, Dobby?" He looked up at me.
"Thanks for trying to help us." He smiled.
"Come, Dobby! We're leaving!" Dobby scuttled towards the door. Lucius kicked him out. I spun towards the desk.
"Sir? Could I have that?" Dumbledore followed my eyes to the diary and nodded slowly. I took it and looked at Harry.
"Hey, give me your sock."
I ran after Lucius and Dobby.
"Mr. Malfoy! I have something for you!" I called. He stopped and turned. I handed him the diary.
"I know you slipped it into Ginny's cauldron. Thought you'd like to keep the thing you tried to kill everyone with." I told him. He glared at me and shoved the diary into Dobby's hands. He walked off. Dobby started to follow him.
"Open it!" I hissed. Dobby looked confused, but he opened the diary.
"Dobby! Dobby, come!" Lucius ordered.
"Master has given Dobby a sock! Dobby is free!"
"What? I didn't-." He turned back and looked between Dobby and me in shock.
"Oops." I said, smirking. He pulled out his wand.
"You lost me my servant! Avad-." Dobby stepped between me and him and suddenly Lucius flew backwards.
"You will not harm Elizabeth Potter!" Dobby told him. Lucius looked at me, huffed and then walked away. Dobby turned to me.
"Elizabeth Potter freed Dobby! How can Dobby ever repay her?"
"Just promise me something."
"Anything!"
"Never try and save Harry's and my life again."