A/N- Um... I own nothing except the plot!
Chapter 5-Dobby's Help
I had gotten into some trouble for letting Ron and Harry know I was still alive. At
least Malfoy did hurt me too bad. I hadn't had much to do, so Draco sent me to see if I could
help out in the kitchens. I walked to the painting of fruit, but I couldn't reach the pear.
Now what was I supposed to do? Suddenly I heard footsteps.
"-more food for Snuffles."
"Yeah, remember when Hermione rushed in and told us how to get here last year?
I wish she-"
"Ron, don't worry. At least we know she's still alive..."
"But we hurt her and the elf in finding out. We can't do anything. I feel so useless.
I wish..."
"So do I Ron."
Harry and Ron walked around the corner. I didn't want to talk with them again. I
might let something slip, and have to hurt myself again. I scrambled behind a suit of armor,
and waited for them to come out. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the picture opened. I
scrambled inside.
"Wait, Ninny?" Ron stared at me. "Is Hermione alright?"
"If you don't talk to me, she will be."
Ron looked like he wanted to say more, but Harry shook his head, and they
walked away. I turned inside where Dobby was standing, staring at me. "My- my master asked
if I could help out in the kitchen."
"But- but- you is not a house elf!"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"I mean, you is not a house elf! We can tell our own kind, and you is not one!"
I didn't know whether to be happy, or cry. I'm going to get killed, but, I might
become human! "Dobby, you wont tell anyone, will you?"
"How does you know Dobby's name?"
"I-I can't tell."
"Was you transformed from something else?"
Oh my God, he knew! My eye's started to get tears in them. I stared at the floor.
"Is you Hermione?"
Wow, I never knew Ron and Harry were thicker than Dobby, but then again
Dobby knew I wasn't an elf. "You can't tell anyone Dobby! Or-or I'll get killed!"
"But-Dumbledore could..."
"Not anyone unless I ask you."
"What about the other elves? They will find out what you are... or at least what
you are not."
"Make sure they stay quiet please? Oh, and I also need to help out."
"No, you is human. I will buy a book for you with my wages. Then you will
not be bored."
"Thank-you Dobby. Could you find out if you could borrow some school
books from Harry and Ron. Tell them it will get to me, but I cannot talk to them. I'm getting
behind in my studies."
"I will. Harry and Ron are very worried about you."
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A few days later I got all the years school books along with two letters:
Dear Hermione,
I thought you were dead, until I met an odd house-elf named Ninny. Do you know her? She
said something about you sharing pain. I'm sorry about your head. (She was banging it against
a window.) I am so glad Dobby told us he could reach you. Where are you? Are you at
Hogwarts? Are you safe? I miss you so much. What happened that day? Did the Malfoy's do
something? Please answer!
Ron
the other was from Harry,
Hi Hermione,
Since Ron asked all the important questions, I won't ask them. I will however ask why on
earth, after we've been worried sick about you for over a month, do you ask for school
books? You have to right back. I miss you so much, and so does Ron.
Harry
I sent a letter back.
Dear Ron and Harry,
Yes I know Ninny. I cannot tell you where I am for my safety. I am safe. I'll tell you what
happened when I can. It isn't something to write in a letter. Don't ask Malfoy about me. I'll get
into a lot of trouble. I miss you guys a lot too. Leave Ninny alone.
Hermione
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I kept sending letters to the both of them. I was so happy. I had found a loop hole.
I didn't give Dobby any hints, and I wasn't allowed to tell them Ninny was me. They still didn't
know that though. I was happy as an elf, because I was safe. Then one day, I got a letter from
Harry. It told me Dumbledore would protect me if Voldemort was after me. This seemed so
obvious. Harry was in more trouble than I was, Voldemort probably didn't remember me.
Well, maybe that was going a bit far, but only one person would be in real trouble if I
transformed. I needed to talk to Draco.
A/N heehee. If I don't get a total of 20 reviews, I'm not posting anymore. Fine, I will. But not
for a week unless I get reviews.
Chapter 5-Dobby's Help
I had gotten into some trouble for letting Ron and Harry know I was still alive. At
least Malfoy did hurt me too bad. I hadn't had much to do, so Draco sent me to see if I could
help out in the kitchens. I walked to the painting of fruit, but I couldn't reach the pear.
Now what was I supposed to do? Suddenly I heard footsteps.
"-more food for Snuffles."
"Yeah, remember when Hermione rushed in and told us how to get here last year?
I wish she-"
"Ron, don't worry. At least we know she's still alive..."
"But we hurt her and the elf in finding out. We can't do anything. I feel so useless.
I wish..."
"So do I Ron."
Harry and Ron walked around the corner. I didn't want to talk with them again. I
might let something slip, and have to hurt myself again. I scrambled behind a suit of armor,
and waited for them to come out. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the picture opened. I
scrambled inside.
"Wait, Ninny?" Ron stared at me. "Is Hermione alright?"
"If you don't talk to me, she will be."
Ron looked like he wanted to say more, but Harry shook his head, and they
walked away. I turned inside where Dobby was standing, staring at me. "My- my master asked
if I could help out in the kitchen."
"But- but- you is not a house elf!"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"I mean, you is not a house elf! We can tell our own kind, and you is not one!"
I didn't know whether to be happy, or cry. I'm going to get killed, but, I might
become human! "Dobby, you wont tell anyone, will you?"
"How does you know Dobby's name?"
"I-I can't tell."
"Was you transformed from something else?"
Oh my God, he knew! My eye's started to get tears in them. I stared at the floor.
"Is you Hermione?"
Wow, I never knew Ron and Harry were thicker than Dobby, but then again
Dobby knew I wasn't an elf. "You can't tell anyone Dobby! Or-or I'll get killed!"
"But-Dumbledore could..."
"Not anyone unless I ask you."
"What about the other elves? They will find out what you are... or at least what
you are not."
"Make sure they stay quiet please? Oh, and I also need to help out."
"No, you is human. I will buy a book for you with my wages. Then you will
not be bored."
"Thank-you Dobby. Could you find out if you could borrow some school
books from Harry and Ron. Tell them it will get to me, but I cannot talk to them. I'm getting
behind in my studies."
"I will. Harry and Ron are very worried about you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few days later I got all the years school books along with two letters:
Dear Hermione,
I thought you were dead, until I met an odd house-elf named Ninny. Do you know her? She
said something about you sharing pain. I'm sorry about your head. (She was banging it against
a window.) I am so glad Dobby told us he could reach you. Where are you? Are you at
Hogwarts? Are you safe? I miss you so much. What happened that day? Did the Malfoy's do
something? Please answer!
Ron
the other was from Harry,
Hi Hermione,
Since Ron asked all the important questions, I won't ask them. I will however ask why on
earth, after we've been worried sick about you for over a month, do you ask for school
books? You have to right back. I miss you so much, and so does Ron.
Harry
I sent a letter back.
Dear Ron and Harry,
Yes I know Ninny. I cannot tell you where I am for my safety. I am safe. I'll tell you what
happened when I can. It isn't something to write in a letter. Don't ask Malfoy about me. I'll get
into a lot of trouble. I miss you guys a lot too. Leave Ninny alone.
Hermione
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I kept sending letters to the both of them. I was so happy. I had found a loop hole.
I didn't give Dobby any hints, and I wasn't allowed to tell them Ninny was me. They still didn't
know that though. I was happy as an elf, because I was safe. Then one day, I got a letter from
Harry. It told me Dumbledore would protect me if Voldemort was after me. This seemed so
obvious. Harry was in more trouble than I was, Voldemort probably didn't remember me.
Well, maybe that was going a bit far, but only one person would be in real trouble if I
transformed. I needed to talk to Draco.
A/N heehee. If I don't get a total of 20 reviews, I'm not posting anymore. Fine, I will. But not
for a week unless I get reviews.