I plan to finish this book and start the next one before i leave for vacation! And (cover your ears) I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER WHATSOEVER! ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE QUEEN HERSELF! Whoo!

Except for my OC's. Those, are the sole property of moi :)

When Mr. Malfoy and Dobby were walking in the corridors leading out of the castle, Harry wasn't too far behind, running up to them as he carried Tom Riddle's Diary

"Mr. Malfoy!" He called out. "Mr. Malfoy! I have something of yours." He practically slapped the diary into the older wizard's hands, who then pretended to look befuddled.

"Mine?" asked Mr. Malfoy. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Because you gave it to her," said Harry. "In Flourish and Blotts that day. You picked up her old Transfiguration book and slipped the diary inside it, didn't you?" He saw Mr. Malfoy's white hands clench and unclench. He also could see simmering rage in his cold blue eyes.

"Is that so?" He walked up to him slowly and hissed, "Why don't you prove it?"

Harry stood there, holding his ground and holding back his anger at the fact that since Riddle's diary was destroyed and Lucius Malfoy was one of the most respected wizards in the Ministry, there was nothing he could do to prove his involvement.

Mr. Malfoy sneered at Harry and turned to his house-elf. "We're going, Dobby!"

As Malfoy turned his back on them, Harry looked at Dobby and whispered, "Open it."

Dobby obeyed and turned the pages to find a smelly sock riddled with slime.

"Dobby!" Mr. Malfoy's voice carried in the stone hall.

"Master has given Dobby a sock," said the elf in wonderment.

"What's that?" spat Mr. Malfoy. "I didn't-"

"Got a sock." said Dobby in disbelief. "Master has presented Dobby with clothes. Dobby is free ." Lucius Malfoy stood frozen, staring at the elf then Harry who lifted his right leg, to reveal that a sock was indeed missing.

"You've lost me my servant!" He pulled his own wand that was apparently concealed within the cane and charged forward but Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry Potter!" There was a loud bang, and Mr. Malfoy was thrown backward. He hit the wall and got up, regaining his composure and staring at Harry and Dobby lividly.

"Your parents were meddlesome fools too." He hissed with ice in his words. "Mark my words, Potter. One day soon, you are going to meet the same sticky end.

With a last, incensed stare at the pair of them, he swung his cloak around him and hurried out of sight.

Dobby was holding up Harry's disgusting, slimy sock, and looking at it as though it were a priceless treasure. "Harry Potter freed Dobby!" said the elf shrilly, gazing up at Harry, moonlight from the nearest window reflected in his orb-like eyes. "Harry Potter set Dobby free!"

"Least I could do, Dobby," said Harry, grinning. "I've just got one question, Dobby," said Harry as Dobby pulled on Harry's sock with shaking hands. "You told me all this had nothing to do with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, remember? Well —"

"It was a clue, sir," said Dobby, his eyes widening, as though this was obvious. "Was giving you a clue. The Dark Lord, before he changed his name, could be freely named, you see?"

"Right," said Harry weakly. "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything sir." said Dobby without the slightest tinge of hesitation.

"Never try to save my life again."

The elf's ugly brown face split suddenly into a wide, toothy smile.

Aaaaannnnnd we're done here