On Privet Drive, Harry Potter tossed and turned in his bed, clutching
his forehead in pain. Green light had exploded all through the room and
only a wand was visible through the light. In serious pain, Harry heard
screams of agonizing torture coming from in front of him. Harry felt like
screaming as well, but nothing came out as he opened his mouth and strained
his throat. Harry seemed to be observing everything from the ground, and
abruptly the ear-piercing scream stopped. There was a hand stretched out on
the floor, a body lying motionless that Harry recognized as his own mother.
Soon there was a pair of feet strolling toward Harry. He felt a chill
inside him. A chill of pure evil, and he began to realized who it was.
Harry Potter was a strange boy, with jet-black hair that stood out in every
direction and with round glasses he wore and constantly pushed up. His
Glasses hiding his green eyes he had inherited from his late mother. The
skinny boy lay asleep in a small room, which contained an owl, a wand, and
many spellbooks sprawled across the floor. An inkbottle had fallen, and ink
drenched the floor spattering on books and quills that laid there. The hand
of the Harry Potter was dangling from his bedside. He was easily the oddest
boy Privet Drive has seen, and a lightning shaped scar on the center of his
forehead, proved this. But Harry is not just any strange boy. He is a
wizard.
He received the scar the day his parents were murdered. The scar was a
result of a terrible curse that was cast upon Harry, but because his mother
sacrificed herself to protect Him, he did not die as the murderer intended
for him to.
To the eye of muggles (non-magical folk) he is just an odd boy and a
delinquent to society, but little did they know that Harry Potter was one
of the most famous wizards of his century. The day he received that scar,
at the age of one, was the also the day he defeated one of the most
powerful and dangerous wizards ever, Lord Voldermort, but witches and
wizards dare not speak his name. This was a mark left behind from the years
he-who-must-not-be-named was at large. Ever since, every witch and wizard
knew his name. Harry Potter.
Harry Potter attends Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Currently, he is on his summer holidays and is living with his dreadful
relatives. He hated them, and he was miserable.
Harry woke up, heart pounding and sweat streamed down his face. The
room was blurry. Harry rubbed his eyes and searched around for his glasses,
which must have fallen off while he slept. He found it on the floor and put
them on, half his body still dangling from his bed. Still he recalled the
dream that seemed more of a memory than a dream. He somehow still knew that
was how it happened.that was how his mother and father were murdered and
that was the night he would be declared, the boy who lived. Snapping out of
his thoughts he saw, to his horror, pieces of parchment and ink stains
lying all over the floor. What would his aunt say? Quickly, he grabbed the
parchments of unfinished homework into his arms and crawled out of bed and
on to the floor. Harry stayed up till twelve last night trying to write an
essay as his potions homework, (one of his least favorite classes).
Stuffing them quickly into a hole under his bed and then moving toward the
spellbooks he had used as reference for his homework last night, but they
were now spattered with ink. " Urh," he grunted in frustration. How could I
have fallen asleep, He thought to himself. Trying to clean them the best he
could. He started to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Harry hurried and
Haphazardly threw the books into the hole and covered it with a loose
floorboard. Aunt Petunia, a skinny woman with a long nose and an even
longer neck, was now rapping on the door shouting, "Get up you lazy boy!
Come on, get up!" she turned around and walked down stairs muttering what a
good for nothing git He was. Harry quickly scrambled to his feet dashing to
the door.
On Privet Drive, Harry Potter tossed and turned in his bed, clutching his
forehead in pain. Green light had exploded all through the room and only a
wand was visible through the light. In serious pain, Harry heard screams of
agonizing torture coming from in front of him. Harry felt like screaming as
well, but nothing came out as he opened his mouth and strained his throat.
Harry seemed to be observing everything from the ground, and abruptly the
ear-piercing scream stopped. There was a hand stretched out on the floor, a
body lying motionless that Harry recognized as his own mother.
Soon there was a pair of feet strolling toward Harry. He felt a chill
inside him. A chill of pure evil, and he began to realized who it was.
Harry Potter was a strange boy, with jet-black hair that stood out in every
direction and with round glasses he wore and constantly pushed up. His
Glasses hiding his green eyes he had inherited from his late mother. The
skinny boy lay asleep in a small room, which contained an owl, a wand, and
many spellbooks sprawled across the floor. An inkbottle had fallen, and ink
drenched the floor spattering on books and quills that laid there. The hand
of the Harry Potter was dangling from his bedside. He was easily the oddest
boy Privet Drive has seen, and a lightning shaped scar on the center of his
forehead, proved this. But Harry is not just any strange boy. He is a
wizard.
He received the scar the day his parents were murdered. The scar was a
result of a terrible curse that was cast upon Harry, but because his mother
sacrificed herself to protect Him, he did not die as the murderer intended
for him to.
To the eye of muggles (non-magical folk) he is just an odd boy and a
delinquent to society, but little did they know that Harry Potter was one
of the most famous wizards of his century. The day he received that scar,
at the age of one, was the also the day he defeated one of the most
powerful and dangerous wizards ever, Lord Voldermort, but witches and
wizards dare not speak his name. This was a mark left behind from the years
he-who-must-not-be-named was at large. Ever since, every witch and wizard
knew his name. Harry Potter.
Harry Potter attends Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Currently, he is on his summer holidays and is living with his dreadful
relatives. He hated them, and he was miserable.
Harry woke up, heart pounding and sweat streamed down his face. The
room was blurry. Harry rubbed his eyes and searched around for his glasses,
which must have fallen off while he slept. He found it on the floor and put
them on, half his body still dangling from his bed. Still he recalled the
dream that seemed more of a memory than a dream. He somehow still knew that
was how it happened.that was how his mother and father were murdered and
that was the night he would be declared, the boy who lived. Snapping out of
his thoughts he saw, to his horror, pieces of parchment and ink stains
lying all over the floor. What would his aunt say? Quickly, he grabbed the
parchments of unfinished homework into his arms and crawled out of bed and
on to the floor. Harry stayed up till twelve last night trying to write an
essay as his potions homework, (one of his least favorite classes).
Stuffing them quickly into a hole under his bed and then moving toward the
spellbooks he had used as reference for his homework last night, but they
were now spattered with ink. " Urh," he grunted in frustration. How could I
have fallen asleep, He thought to himself. Trying to clean them the best he
could. He started to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Harry hurried and
Haphazardly threw the books into the hole and covered it with a loose
floorboard. Aunt Petunia, a skinny woman with a long nose and an even
longer neck, was now rapping on the door shouting, "Get up you lazy boy!
Come on, get up!" she turned around and walked down stairs muttering what a
good for nothing git He was. Harry quickly scrambled to his feet dashing to
the door.
He walked down stairs, everything normal, like every morning he had spent
with the Dursleys. His Fat pig of a cousin was munching away on chips for
breakfast and it looked like he had already finished two other bags and a
plate of eggs and bacon, while he watched lazily at the TV. Dudley had once
been on a diet for a year, but Aunt Petunia gave up after they began to
lose money over broken windows and smashed things that Dudley would use to
break the windows with. Dudley is about fifteen and Harry was now fifteen
as well. Today was his birthday, but he wasn't expecting the Dursleys to do
anything special for him. Harry hasn't had a birthday for fifteen years. He
wasn't going to expect the Dursleys to throw him a party now.
Harry sat down for his breakfast, grateful for having something filling to
eat. For, while Dudley was on his diet, Aunt Petunia had the whole family
go by the diet as well. Harry ate quickly, because he was expecting Hedgwig
to come back any day now, hoping it would be today. Uncle Vernon, a huge
Purple face man with five chins and a brown suit, had been reading his
paper, as usual, and sipping his coffee. "Oh dear, I got to get to work!"
He said looking at his watch and ascending. " See you tonight dear. Ah, and
look at my intelligent little boy watching his smart little shows!" he
kissed Aunt Petunia and patted Dudley, on the small patch of blonde hair
that lay on his great fat head. "Petunia," he said turning suddenly to
Harry, " tell me if this boy does anything funny today, I'll deal with him
when I get home!" He said changing his voice menacingly and pointing his
car keys at Harry, so forcefully that fat on his face jiggled up and down.
Aunt Petunia nodded and looked at Harry like he was a pile of Dung she
dared not touch, and pecked Uncle Vernon on his purple cheeks again. Uncle
Vernon walked out of sight into the corridor as Aunt Petunia turned around
starting on lunch for Dudley. If she started at eight she might be able to
finish by noon. Seeing that they were done having their morning
conversation about him as if he wasn't there, Harry ran up to his room, to
be greeted by four owls. A smile split across his face. There was a brown
tawny owl, a whitish gray one, a small one, hyperactively flying in circles
around the room, and finally a pure white owl, Hedwig, that Harry
recognized as his own, and the small one was Pigwidgeon, from his best
friend Ron Weasley. Each one had a package tied to their feet or a card in
its beaks. Harry hurried and picked up the whitish gray one, because he
knew whom it was from, Sirius Black, his godfather. Sirius was convicted of
murder, but in Harry's third year, he found Sirius was innocent, but his
name is still not cleared. Grabbing the card, he read anxiously:
Dear Harry, hope you are having a Happy Birthday. Sorry I don't have a gift
for you, it's been hard trying to buy something for you as an escaped
prisoner. Tell me everything that is going on, I really want to know, so I
can keep you safe, after what happened last year... Once again, I'm sorry.
P.s. I'm with an old professor of yours and am staying here for a bit. I
have also alerted most of the people Dumbledore has sent me on this mission
to, just thought you'd like to know. I will not say of which professor, in
case this letter was intercepted, but you are clever. Stay safe.
Sirius
Harry was happy that Sirius was all right, though he was reluctant, because
last year, in his fourth year, he witnessed Voldermort's rebirth. Harry put
the letter down and took a card from inside the envelope. It looked like a
usual Happy Birthday card with a picture of a birthday cake on the front,
but Harry knew better than to expect usualness from anything in the
wizarding world. He opened the card slowly, to Harry's surprise, there was
a moving picture of Sirius, Harry's father, and Professor Lupin. The side
of the picture was torn and Harry knew Peter Pettigrew must have been
there. Peter was the one who framed Sirius for the murder of thirteen
people, and last year, he helped Voldermort come back, though, nobody
believed Harry, except Dumbledore, the Hogwarts school head master. Harry
knew exactly where to put the letter, in his album that he had received
from Hagrid in his first year at Hogwarts.
Harry Quickly took the next letter from the tawny brown owl. It ruffled up
its feathers importantly and flew away. The other owls dropped the packages
on to Harry's lap and flew over to the, now extremely crowed, cage.
(Hedgwig didn't look too happy about this). Pigwidgeon started hooting and
flapping his wings violently, much to the other two's annoyance. The two
owls shoved him out and he tumbled on to the table. Harry looking at
Hedgwig, gave her a "don't you treat him that way" face.
Turning back to the packages, he shook his head. Seizing the package
that the Brown owl left and opening it, Harry found a large birthday cake
and a bottle of butterbeer. Harry pushed it aside and opened the letter
that was enclosed in the Hogwarts seal. It was from Hagrid, and Harry
smiled at the messy, incorrect writing. It read:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday to you. Trust you are having a nice one. And if those darnn
muggles give you any trouble just tell me and I'll be there for you. I've
been in the mountains with Olympe. (yes, Harry, this was the secret mission
Dumbledore assigned for us. He made us Ambassadors! We are still tryin to
convince these giants to come to our side, wish us luck, they are rather
large and dangerous. I love it!
Love Hagrid
Hagrid is the Hogwarts Grounds keeper, and as Harry found out last year, he is a half giant. For a half giant, though, Hagrid was actually lovable and kind, but he has an obsession with highly dangerous creatures. There were only a two letters left to open, Harry took the one that had a scribbled hand writing on it and immediately recognized, it as Ron's. It read: Dear Harry, Hey, how are you doing? Well, Dumbledore was right, my dad has taken this rather seriously. He is also doing everything possible to get a promotion. My dad is thinking about asking for one. Oh, yeah almost forgot, Happy Birthday! My mom sent some meat pies with Pig. I told her he couldn't carry it all, but she is worried those muggles you live with, aren't feeding you properly. Most importantly of all, My mom and Dumbledore, both agree that you should come stay over at our house, under the.um.current circumstances. Well, give us the word and we'll send someone to get you. Oh yeah, and Fred and George insisted of buying you a present. They all of the sudden got all this money! I don't know where, but they've been making jokes and trick objects like maniacs! Your friend Ron P.S check out your presents
Delirious with excitement, Harry smiled up at the ceiling. He was Ron's best friend and loved living with Ron in the Burrow, Ron's house. Harry had spent his last few summers there. Remembering there was one more letter to read, harry lifted it up, he didn't even half to read it to guess who it was from, Hermoine. Careful not to tear the envelope, he opened it and took out a piece parchment. The letter read: Dear Harry, Happy Birthday Harry! Well, I hope this letter gets to you before, you leave for Ron. Hopefully you have been studying. Well, I have gotten news of everything that is to be done as cautions for you-know-who. Please Harry, you most be careful. Anyway, I have also delivered a package to you, I think you will like it. See you soon Harry, I think that will be very soon. I have this feeling. I'm reading up on anything that would help us. Love Hermoine
Harry looked at the packages left, he looked for Hermoine's because he knew she had bought him quidditch things, in Harry's third year Hermoine had bought him a broom cleaning set. He found her package and ripped it open it was a box square and perfectly even, wrapped in shinning birthday wrap. Inside Harry had found "The Quidditch Book of Plays and Tricks". The cover had quidditch players zooming around and waving at him. Opening the book, Harry saw a picture of Krum at the last Quidditch Cup, doing the Hienski feint. There was a picture of him zooming in a dive and pulling out of it leaving the Irish seeker smashing into the ground. Harry took a second to recall when he went to the Quidditch Cup, the night he had seen the dark mark, the mark of Voldermort. No matter what Harry was trying to do all his thoughts led him back to Voldermort. He tried to snap back into reality and find Ron's present, but his scar seared with pain as Harry tried his best to open his eyes and see that everything was fine. His eyes held shut too afraid to open because of the pain that has seemed to spread through to his whole head. He clutched his forehead that felt like blood would burst out of it any moment now, and then it stopped, just as suddenly as it had started. His ears where still ringing from the pain, and he opened his eyes, half-expecting Voldermort would be standing in front of him. It had not felt this bad since he was in Voldermort's clutches, last year during the Triwizard tournament, when Voldermort's most faithful servant had turned the winner's cup into a portkey, transferring Harry straight to Voldermort. He tried to forget his thoughts and concentrated to getting Ron's present. He reached over as if he needed to use all his strength to get it. Opening the parcel and trying to forget his thoughts, he found two meat pies, chocolate frogs, and a quidditch key chain of the Chuddley Cannons' seeker which looked like it was diving and its arms were stretched out trying to catch the connected snitch. Harry smiled at the presents he had received. There was one more package left to open, Fred's and George's. It took all his strength to rip open the professionally wrapped box. His fingers were hurting and blistering, Harry wished he had a pair of scissors. Finally the paper tore open and inside was a beautiful golden snitch. Harry nearly gasped out loud and took it into his hands as if it was a large diamond. There was a note within the box. Dear Harry, This Fred and George here! Happy birthday old chap! Turning Fifteen, we hear? Well, congratulations Harry! Hope you liked the snitch we bought you. It was terribly expensive. Thought you would like to practice when you came over. From Your Friends, Fred and George Weasley
Harry still getting over the fact that he owned a snitch, quickly got a pen and started to right a thank you letter to Fred and George. Soon after Harry had started to write Ron the letter replying that he would love to come and telling Ron about his scar. He finished and put the letters aside. Now, Harry was battling over if he should send a letter to Sirius about his burning scar. It didn't seem stupid now because he knows that whenever his scar burned, it meant that Voldermort is near or that he is feeling murderous. He didn't want to worry Sirius or have him blow his cover and Harry knew that Sirius was with Lupin, Harry's old professor, and didn't want to spoil their reunion. He decided that it was for the best and that if Harry sent the letter to Sirius he would tell Dumbledore and Dumbledore would try to do something about it. He finished his short letter to Sirius, and put the two letters into two different envelopes and gave Sirius' letter to the whitish gray owl. If anyone could find Sirius, Hedgwig would. Harry then handed Ron's letter to Pigwidgeon, who took it happily and nipped him in the fingers, a little too hard, "Ow!" Harry muttered trying not to make a fuss. The two flew off in two different directions. Harry, felt a considerable amount lonelier, he did have Hedgwig, but it wasn't the same. He longed for the company of one of his friends from Hogwarts, but mostly he wished his best friend, Ron, was there. Soon, Harry became lost in thought as he day dreamt of his horrible dream, on to how fun it would be start playing quidditch again, and over to all his friends, that he has met from over the four years he went to Hogwarts. Harry also remembered the day he found out he was a wizard, it was probably the happiest day for him. Minutes had past that he sat there just dreaming, until he heard a loud crash downstairs that snapped him violently back into the hold of reality. He realized that he had just heard dish breaking and crept to the door, opening the plank of wood so there was only a crack, he was almost blown back by a blast of scream that seemed to belong to Mrs. Dursley. Harry heard more screams, he nearly ran down stairs, when all of the sudden Aunt Petunia came running up the stairs with a broom in her hand swinging back in forth like a maniac. Suddenly there was a green blur that dashed into his room. Harry instantly realized who it was and closed the threshold. He did this so fast that Aunt Petunia hit her long nose into the door. Turning quickly back he saw the green, nervous house elf twitching and cowering in the corner. "Dobby?" Harry asked walking cautiously toward the elf, just to make sure he didn't break out crying. "Dobby? It's me Harry," Harry said trying to sound as soothing as he could, but still standing four feet away. "Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby said in his high pitched, squeaky little voice. "Harry Potter save Dobby again! This time from crazy Aunt! Dobby thank Harry Potter!" Dobby got up from the corner and threw himself at Harry's feet. Harry had met Dobby in his second year. He use to belong to the Malfloys, an evil witching family who beat him, but Harry had saved him from them. Dobby hugged Harry's feet tightly. "Dobby, I'm here, you can let go," Harry started, but was abruptly interrupted by a bust of sobs coming from Dobby. "Harry Potter! Dobby remembers that is how Master's home was, sir. Dobby don't like her. Dobby like Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby was sobbing at Harry's tennis shoes which were now soaked. "I like you two Dobby, but you are getting my shoes wet," Harry said smiling down on the creature. "Dobby sorry, sir," Dobby got off Harry's shoe and backed away rubbing his eyes. His Face suddenly turned Happy. "Dobby has message from Dumbledore, sir," he said as a toothy grin split across his face. He handed Harry a letter.
Hagrid is the Hogwarts Grounds keeper, and as Harry found out last year, he is a half giant. For a half giant, though, Hagrid was actually lovable and kind, but he has an obsession with highly dangerous creatures. There were only a two letters left to open, Harry took the one that had a scribbled hand writing on it and immediately recognized, it as Ron's. It read: Dear Harry, Hey, how are you doing? Well, Dumbledore was right, my dad has taken this rather seriously. He is also doing everything possible to get a promotion. My dad is thinking about asking for one. Oh, yeah almost forgot, Happy Birthday! My mom sent some meat pies with Pig. I told her he couldn't carry it all, but she is worried those muggles you live with, aren't feeding you properly. Most importantly of all, My mom and Dumbledore, both agree that you should come stay over at our house, under the.um.current circumstances. Well, give us the word and we'll send someone to get you. Oh yeah, and Fred and George insisted of buying you a present. They all of the sudden got all this money! I don't know where, but they've been making jokes and trick objects like maniacs! Your friend Ron P.S check out your presents
Delirious with excitement, Harry smiled up at the ceiling. He was Ron's best friend and loved living with Ron in the Burrow, Ron's house. Harry had spent his last few summers there. Remembering there was one more letter to read, harry lifted it up, he didn't even half to read it to guess who it was from, Hermoine. Careful not to tear the envelope, he opened it and took out a piece parchment. The letter read: Dear Harry, Happy Birthday Harry! Well, I hope this letter gets to you before, you leave for Ron. Hopefully you have been studying. Well, I have gotten news of everything that is to be done as cautions for you-know-who. Please Harry, you most be careful. Anyway, I have also delivered a package to you, I think you will like it. See you soon Harry, I think that will be very soon. I have this feeling. I'm reading up on anything that would help us. Love Hermoine
Harry looked at the packages left, he looked for Hermoine's because he knew she had bought him quidditch things, in Harry's third year Hermoine had bought him a broom cleaning set. He found her package and ripped it open it was a box square and perfectly even, wrapped in shinning birthday wrap. Inside Harry had found "The Quidditch Book of Plays and Tricks". The cover had quidditch players zooming around and waving at him. Opening the book, Harry saw a picture of Krum at the last Quidditch Cup, doing the Hienski feint. There was a picture of him zooming in a dive and pulling out of it leaving the Irish seeker smashing into the ground. Harry took a second to recall when he went to the Quidditch Cup, the night he had seen the dark mark, the mark of Voldermort. No matter what Harry was trying to do all his thoughts led him back to Voldermort. He tried to snap back into reality and find Ron's present, but his scar seared with pain as Harry tried his best to open his eyes and see that everything was fine. His eyes held shut too afraid to open because of the pain that has seemed to spread through to his whole head. He clutched his forehead that felt like blood would burst out of it any moment now, and then it stopped, just as suddenly as it had started. His ears where still ringing from the pain, and he opened his eyes, half-expecting Voldermort would be standing in front of him. It had not felt this bad since he was in Voldermort's clutches, last year during the Triwizard tournament, when Voldermort's most faithful servant had turned the winner's cup into a portkey, transferring Harry straight to Voldermort. He tried to forget his thoughts and concentrated to getting Ron's present. He reached over as if he needed to use all his strength to get it. Opening the parcel and trying to forget his thoughts, he found two meat pies, chocolate frogs, and a quidditch key chain of the Chuddley Cannons' seeker which looked like it was diving and its arms were stretched out trying to catch the connected snitch. Harry smiled at the presents he had received. There was one more package left to open, Fred's and George's. It took all his strength to rip open the professionally wrapped box. His fingers were hurting and blistering, Harry wished he had a pair of scissors. Finally the paper tore open and inside was a beautiful golden snitch. Harry nearly gasped out loud and took it into his hands as if it was a large diamond. There was a note within the box. Dear Harry, This Fred and George here! Happy birthday old chap! Turning Fifteen, we hear? Well, congratulations Harry! Hope you liked the snitch we bought you. It was terribly expensive. Thought you would like to practice when you came over. From Your Friends, Fred and George Weasley
Harry still getting over the fact that he owned a snitch, quickly got a pen and started to right a thank you letter to Fred and George. Soon after Harry had started to write Ron the letter replying that he would love to come and telling Ron about his scar. He finished and put the letters aside. Now, Harry was battling over if he should send a letter to Sirius about his burning scar. It didn't seem stupid now because he knows that whenever his scar burned, it meant that Voldermort is near or that he is feeling murderous. He didn't want to worry Sirius or have him blow his cover and Harry knew that Sirius was with Lupin, Harry's old professor, and didn't want to spoil their reunion. He decided that it was for the best and that if Harry sent the letter to Sirius he would tell Dumbledore and Dumbledore would try to do something about it. He finished his short letter to Sirius, and put the two letters into two different envelopes and gave Sirius' letter to the whitish gray owl. If anyone could find Sirius, Hedgwig would. Harry then handed Ron's letter to Pigwidgeon, who took it happily and nipped him in the fingers, a little too hard, "Ow!" Harry muttered trying not to make a fuss. The two flew off in two different directions. Harry, felt a considerable amount lonelier, he did have Hedgwig, but it wasn't the same. He longed for the company of one of his friends from Hogwarts, but mostly he wished his best friend, Ron, was there. Soon, Harry became lost in thought as he day dreamt of his horrible dream, on to how fun it would be start playing quidditch again, and over to all his friends, that he has met from over the four years he went to Hogwarts. Harry also remembered the day he found out he was a wizard, it was probably the happiest day for him. Minutes had past that he sat there just dreaming, until he heard a loud crash downstairs that snapped him violently back into the hold of reality. He realized that he had just heard dish breaking and crept to the door, opening the plank of wood so there was only a crack, he was almost blown back by a blast of scream that seemed to belong to Mrs. Dursley. Harry heard more screams, he nearly ran down stairs, when all of the sudden Aunt Petunia came running up the stairs with a broom in her hand swinging back in forth like a maniac. Suddenly there was a green blur that dashed into his room. Harry instantly realized who it was and closed the threshold. He did this so fast that Aunt Petunia hit her long nose into the door. Turning quickly back he saw the green, nervous house elf twitching and cowering in the corner. "Dobby?" Harry asked walking cautiously toward the elf, just to make sure he didn't break out crying. "Dobby? It's me Harry," Harry said trying to sound as soothing as he could, but still standing four feet away. "Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby said in his high pitched, squeaky little voice. "Harry Potter save Dobby again! This time from crazy Aunt! Dobby thank Harry Potter!" Dobby got up from the corner and threw himself at Harry's feet. Harry had met Dobby in his second year. He use to belong to the Malfloys, an evil witching family who beat him, but Harry had saved him from them. Dobby hugged Harry's feet tightly. "Dobby, I'm here, you can let go," Harry started, but was abruptly interrupted by a bust of sobs coming from Dobby. "Harry Potter! Dobby remembers that is how Master's home was, sir. Dobby don't like her. Dobby like Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby was sobbing at Harry's tennis shoes which were now soaked. "I like you two Dobby, but you are getting my shoes wet," Harry said smiling down on the creature. "Dobby sorry, sir," Dobby got off Harry's shoe and backed away rubbing his eyes. His Face suddenly turned Happy. "Dobby has message from Dumbledore, sir," he said as a toothy grin split across his face. He handed Harry a letter.