Chapter 9

I met Mr and Mrs Granger, right after getting off the train. They were so nice to me. I have been staying with them for weeks now. Mr Granger even gave me a job at his dental practice. Just helping out around, fetching coffee, sorting files, etc. But I didn't mind, I was earning my own money. I worked every spare moment. After six weeks, I had earned around a thousand pounds. Mr Granger offered to pay me more because I was working so hard, but I felt bad taking more money from him. They are just the nicest people.

Mrs Granger, reminds me a little of my mum. They are both so welcoming and kind. I have been trying to help out with dishes and stuff as much as I can but she always shoos me off. She says I am a guest and I shouldn't have to help. I disagreed but she still won't let me wash dishes. Hermione and I do help her cook sometimes though. Of course, I'm a terrible cook so I was probably more of a hinderance than a help.

Harry wasn't replying to our letters. I knew why, obviously, but Ron and Hermione were very worried. Ron was scheming to, quote: 'break him out of hell', with Fred and George. However, Hermione and I couldn't come.

I was wondering weather I could do underage magic. I mean, I don't see how I could be registered with the ministry. However, I didn't want to risk getting expelled. I don't even want to think about what I would do if that happened. I did however, do a lot of studying with Hermione.

A few days later we received a letter from Ron saying, 'Mission accomplished. Sort of.' Hermione and I could only assume that this meant he got Harry out of the Dursley's and he was okay. He also said that they were all going to Diagon Alley next Wednesday to get their school supplies.

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So on that Wednesday they all met up at Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley, wasn't any less amazing the second time. Also the first time I was still half convinced I was dreaming. Actually I could be in a coma right now lying on a hospital bed and this was actually all a dream. But at this point I was more convinced it was all real.

First we went to Gringott's and I exchanged the pounds I had earned from the Grangers into Galleons. Two hundred and fifty one, to be exact.

While I was there I had an idea. I asked to speak with one of the goblins in charge alone. "What do you want, child?" The goblin asked, gruffly.

"I know that wizarding wars don't concern you, but there is something important hidden in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault that is crucial to Voldemort's complete destruction." I said. It didn't have the effect I was hoping for.

"You are right. We do not get mixed up in your wars." He stated. I bit my lip, then smiled.

"What if it was a danger to the goblins working here?" That caught his attention.

"What are you referring to?" He asked.

"There is a horcrux. Helga Hufflepuff's Cup." I told him, seriously. His eyes widened. He may be a goblin but even he was not comfortable with magic so dark.

"This is a goblin matter now. I will not endanger my staff." I smiled at this. "This horcrux will be destroyed."

"Thank you." I said standing up. "Could you please owl me when you destroy it?" The goblin nodded and escorted me back to the others.

With the Hufflepuff cup out of the way that just leaves, the diary, the ring, the diadem, the locket, and the snake. Harry will destroy the diary this year. I can easily get the diadem from the room of requirement. They will let me into headquarters eventually and I can get the locket then. The snake will have to be killed later.

The ring however, is more complicated. I don't know where Dumbledore found it. I can't let him find it though because he will put it on and then he will have to die. I like Dumbledore. I didn't want him to have to die.

"What was that about?" Harry asked when I finally got back to the group.

"I was just wondering if wizards have investment banking like muggle do." I lied not so smoothly. He seemed to believe it though. Fred was looking at me suspiciously. But he was the only one who noticed I was lying.

Once we had gotten our money, we went to the Quidditch store. I brought myself a Nimbus two thousand, like Harry's broom. Last year I had learned that I was a natural on a broom and I intended to try out as a chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. After that, we went to a number of other different stores to get other things we would need.

The last store we went to was the book store. Lockhart was there making a scene. I rolled my eyes at Hermione, who was practically drooling over him. He's nothing but a stupid fraud. I wish I could tell her that. Even if I could, she probably wouldn't believe me. While Lockhart was distracting everyone, I snuck off to find a few certain higher level books.

When I had paid for them, I found Mr Weasley throwing punches at Mr Malfoy. They were rolling around on the floor, nocking over books and banging into tables. The twins were cheering him on. Hagrid spotted the two and quickly pulled them apart. Malfoy tried to look dignified as he straitened out his robes. His hair was sticking out in all directions. I tried to stifle a giggle. He noticed and glared at me viciously. I struggled to put on a strait face.

"Here girl," Malfoy finally said to Ginny. "Take your book. It's the best your father can give you." I looked carefully and clearly saw him slip the diary into her cauldron, when he gave her back the other book.

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Soon I was back at the Grangers. The rest of the summer had been fairly uneventful. We did redecorate Hermione's bedroom though. That was a lot of fun. We painted the walls in Gryffindor colours and moved her furniture around a little. It looked great. We kept up with Ron and Harry by letter. It seems that Dobby has stopped stealing his mail. He told us all about that in Diagon Alley.

Speaking of Dobby, I wondered what I was going to do about him trying to close off the platform. I didn't want Harry and Ron to get in trouble by flying the car to Hogwarts. Then, I would also have to stop them from following the spiders, otherwise they would probably die without the car to rescue them. I could persuade them to take broomsticks though. That would probably make it possible to escape. Anyway, I decided the best way to deal with Dobby, would be to talk to him.

I went to the upstairs bathroom while the Grangers where downstairs. "Dobby!" I called out loudly. There was a pop and a little house elf showed up in front of me. I am so glad that actually worked.

"You is calling Dobby. Dobby is here." The elf told me. He looked at me and his eyes widened. "You is Harry Potter's Roger!" He exclaimed.

"That's right." I told him. "I need to talk to you." He nodded nervously.

"You need to leave Harry Potter alone." I stated. "He needs to go back to Hogwarts this year. It's important."

"No, Harry Potter is in danger." Dobby said ominously, "Harry Potter must stay away. Where it's safe. Bad things will happen." I sighed. This is not going to be easy. I just hope I can tell him that I know. I think the curse will allow it since he already knows.

"I know." I told him. "I know that your master, Lucius Malfoy, is going to open the chamber of secrets. I know that they are going to use the basilisk in there to try and kill Harry. I know that you want to keep Harry safe but he is far to stubborn to not go to Hogwarts. He loves it there far to much. You can steal the letters we right to him but he would still go. You could physically stop him from getting on the Hogwarts express but he would still find a way to get there. No matter what you do he will be going to Hogwarts. Harry will be fine. I will not let the basilisk harm him. You have my word."

By the end of my little rant, Dobby looked absolutely astonished. "Harry Potter's Roger is smart. How is you knowing that?" Oops, how do I answer that?

"Umm. I'm a seer." Sure that works I guess. Dobby eyes widened even more. I didn't think that was even possible!

"You is a very talented seer then." Dobby said in wonder. "Dobby is honoured to meet you."

"No Dobby. The honour is all mine." I said. Dobby burst into tears.

"You is too kind to Dobby!" He exclaimed.

"You is sure Harry Potter is safe?" He asked after a long pause.

"Yes. I saw it." I said mysteriously. This was enough for him. He beamed brightly and apparated away with a loud crack. I can't believe that actually worked. I should tell people I'm a seer more often! Then maybe people would actually listen to me.

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