Chapter seven
Purple Powder
The door clicked closed behind him. It was Harry's second night in the hospital wing. If he was going to put the plan into action, he had to do it tonight. His wound would heal soon. Avolorm walked briskly towards Harry's hospital bed. With trembling fingers, he poured the purple powder into the glass of water on the bedside table. The water turned a bright mauve. Harry stirred and rolled over. Smirking, Avolorm turned and walked out as quickly as he had walked in. They would find Potter dead in the morning and he would be no more than an innocent bystander. The door clicked closed behind him.
The sound of shattering glass ripped through the silence of the night. The scrapping of furniture being moved across the floor soon followed. A dim light flickered on. Dobby the House Elf was stranding on the chair, holding up a lit lantern. He leapt onto Harry's bed, shinning the lantern into his face.
" Harry Potter? Harry Potter Sir? Is Sir awake?" Dobby asked anxiously.
" Huh? Dobby? What are you doing here?" Harry rubbed his eyes and slipped on his glasses.
" Dobby was cleaning up, Sir. He heard the door open, Sir." Harry blinked stupidly.
" A boy, Sir. A boy came in. He was pouring somthings into Harry Potter's water Sir." The house elf's bottom lip trembled. Harry looked to his left and saw his mauve coloured water. He vaguely remembered Snape saying something about a poison powder that colour.
" What did this boy look like?" Harry sat up right, almost throwing Dobby off balance.
" Dobby don't know Sir.It was too dark." With a howl, Dobby leapt off the bed and bashed his head again and again on the wall.
" Bad Dobby! Bad, Bad Dobby!" Harry flinched and desperately tried to stop him. After a while, Dobby sniffed and continued.
" Dobby waited Sir. He heard the door close Sir. He dropped the flask he was meant to clean." With a sniff, Dobby seized Harry's lamp and bashed himself over the head about another six or seven times. (" Bad Dobby! He shouldn't have dropped it! Bad! Bad, Bad Dobby!")
Harry stopped him and told him to continue.
" He grabbed the lantern, and he saw the water. The water. Harry Potter mustn't drink the water!" Dobby picked up the glass and gulped.
" Dobby must drink it Sir. He was bad. Bad Dobby!" His hand trembled as he tried to bring it to his lips. With a yell, Harry kicked off the covers and pried the house elf's fingers off the glass.
" No! You can't Dobby. You weren't bad. You were good. You stopped me from drinking the water. Remember? If you weren't here, I would have drunk it." Harry gulped as he realised what he said was true. It was far too dark to tell that the water was purple. He owed Dobby big. The house elf wrung its hands helplessly.
" Dobby was good?" His large tennis ball like eyes searched Harry's face anxiously.
" Yes," Harry sighed, " you saved my life." Harry couldn't help but smile as he saw the house elf's face light up. He was such a pitiful creature. He wondered how there were any more left. It was amazing they hadn't all killed themselves for being 'bad'. Harry sat down and studied the glass carefully. Should he tell Dumbledore? He sighed and placed it on the table. He would tell him first thing in the morning. After he got some sleep and told Ron and Hermione.
Ok.. What do u think? I want some reviews ppls! At one stage, I was gonna make Dobby drink it, but I thought, why? Dobby's cool!
P.S. where the hell is the next book for C***** sake?!?!
Luv u all!
fox
Purple Powder
The door clicked closed behind him. It was Harry's second night in the hospital wing. If he was going to put the plan into action, he had to do it tonight. His wound would heal soon. Avolorm walked briskly towards Harry's hospital bed. With trembling fingers, he poured the purple powder into the glass of water on the bedside table. The water turned a bright mauve. Harry stirred and rolled over. Smirking, Avolorm turned and walked out as quickly as he had walked in. They would find Potter dead in the morning and he would be no more than an innocent bystander. The door clicked closed behind him.
The sound of shattering glass ripped through the silence of the night. The scrapping of furniture being moved across the floor soon followed. A dim light flickered on. Dobby the House Elf was stranding on the chair, holding up a lit lantern. He leapt onto Harry's bed, shinning the lantern into his face.
" Harry Potter? Harry Potter Sir? Is Sir awake?" Dobby asked anxiously.
" Huh? Dobby? What are you doing here?" Harry rubbed his eyes and slipped on his glasses.
" Dobby was cleaning up, Sir. He heard the door open, Sir." Harry blinked stupidly.
" A boy, Sir. A boy came in. He was pouring somthings into Harry Potter's water Sir." The house elf's bottom lip trembled. Harry looked to his left and saw his mauve coloured water. He vaguely remembered Snape saying something about a poison powder that colour.
" What did this boy look like?" Harry sat up right, almost throwing Dobby off balance.
" Dobby don't know Sir.It was too dark." With a howl, Dobby leapt off the bed and bashed his head again and again on the wall.
" Bad Dobby! Bad, Bad Dobby!" Harry flinched and desperately tried to stop him. After a while, Dobby sniffed and continued.
" Dobby waited Sir. He heard the door close Sir. He dropped the flask he was meant to clean." With a sniff, Dobby seized Harry's lamp and bashed himself over the head about another six or seven times. (" Bad Dobby! He shouldn't have dropped it! Bad! Bad, Bad Dobby!")
Harry stopped him and told him to continue.
" He grabbed the lantern, and he saw the water. The water. Harry Potter mustn't drink the water!" Dobby picked up the glass and gulped.
" Dobby must drink it Sir. He was bad. Bad Dobby!" His hand trembled as he tried to bring it to his lips. With a yell, Harry kicked off the covers and pried the house elf's fingers off the glass.
" No! You can't Dobby. You weren't bad. You were good. You stopped me from drinking the water. Remember? If you weren't here, I would have drunk it." Harry gulped as he realised what he said was true. It was far too dark to tell that the water was purple. He owed Dobby big. The house elf wrung its hands helplessly.
" Dobby was good?" His large tennis ball like eyes searched Harry's face anxiously.
" Yes," Harry sighed, " you saved my life." Harry couldn't help but smile as he saw the house elf's face light up. He was such a pitiful creature. He wondered how there were any more left. It was amazing they hadn't all killed themselves for being 'bad'. Harry sat down and studied the glass carefully. Should he tell Dumbledore? He sighed and placed it on the table. He would tell him first thing in the morning. After he got some sleep and told Ron and Hermione.
Ok.. What do u think? I want some reviews ppls! At one stage, I was gonna make Dobby drink it, but I thought, why? Dobby's cool!
P.S. where the hell is the next book for C***** sake?!?!
Luv u all!
fox