Harry's Good Deed
"Shhh.Harry, Dad doesn't like us up late. You know that. Especially on the day before school starts," Draco whispered to Harry when he snuck into Draco's room.
"I brought the stuff to make that poison," Harry said. Draco laughed quietly.
"We can't make it tonight. The smell will wake Dad up and he'll be in here, beating us worse than the house-elves." Harry cursed loudly and ran back out the door. Draco followed him, curious as to where he was going. Harry opened the door to the kitchen and startled the house-elves awake.
"What do you need, Sirs?" the one called Gonin asked.
"Where is Dobby?" Harry asked. Gonin stifled a laugh and pointed to a corner. A small form sat hunched in a ball, crying.
"Dobby is here, Sir. Dobby has done what Harry Malfoy has asked. Dobby has not worked for the past two weeks, Sir. Dobby is a good house- elf. Dobby will not spill the ink again." Harry winced at the sound of his new name, but he overlooked it.
"I'm sorry, Dobby," Harry said, "I forgot that I had told you not to work. I'm really sorry, Dobby." Draco sneered.
"Harry, why are you apologizing to a house-elf? I'm surprised at you," Draco taunted.
"You're right, brother. Dobby, I want some chocolate milk and.Draco what do you want?" Harry ordered.
"I dunno, maybe some water," he replied. Dobby raised his head up and looked Harry in the eye. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he ran to get the orders. Harry had released him from his punishment. But his happiness was short-lived.
"Draco! Harry! I want to see you boys now!" Lucius roared. Both boys groaned and ran out of the kitchen without their drinks. They stood in front of Lucius, trembling. He was just a pair of Muggle flannel pants, but he seemed to be more of an imposing wizard than ever.
"Yes, Father?" the boys uttered together.
"What time is it?" he asked dangerously. Harry looked at the clock, 3:00 AM, but he did not answer. Never before had he been the reason for Lucius's anger, and he didn't know what to do. Draco knew exactly what to say.
"We're really sorry, Father," he pleaded.
"Sorry? Draco, you have school tomorrow. Remember our deal? Now, I'm changing the rules. If your worthless bodies aren't in those expensive beds in two minutes, I'm going to take away BOTH of your Firebolts!" Lucius threatened and the two boys scrambled up the stairs.
"Thanks a lot, Harry," Draco muttered as they reached their rooms.
"It wasn't my fault. You didn't have to come with me, you know."
"Yes, well, who was going to take the blame with you?"
"That's noble, Draco," Harry teased.
"Don't say that, Harry. It hurts my ears!" Draco whispered and disappeared into his room. Harry went into his bed and tried to fall asleep. He dreamed of his parents again. His real parents.
"Shhh.Harry, Dad doesn't like us up late. You know that. Especially on the day before school starts," Draco whispered to Harry when he snuck into Draco's room.
"I brought the stuff to make that poison," Harry said. Draco laughed quietly.
"We can't make it tonight. The smell will wake Dad up and he'll be in here, beating us worse than the house-elves." Harry cursed loudly and ran back out the door. Draco followed him, curious as to where he was going. Harry opened the door to the kitchen and startled the house-elves awake.
"What do you need, Sirs?" the one called Gonin asked.
"Where is Dobby?" Harry asked. Gonin stifled a laugh and pointed to a corner. A small form sat hunched in a ball, crying.
"Dobby is here, Sir. Dobby has done what Harry Malfoy has asked. Dobby has not worked for the past two weeks, Sir. Dobby is a good house- elf. Dobby will not spill the ink again." Harry winced at the sound of his new name, but he overlooked it.
"I'm sorry, Dobby," Harry said, "I forgot that I had told you not to work. I'm really sorry, Dobby." Draco sneered.
"Harry, why are you apologizing to a house-elf? I'm surprised at you," Draco taunted.
"You're right, brother. Dobby, I want some chocolate milk and.Draco what do you want?" Harry ordered.
"I dunno, maybe some water," he replied. Dobby raised his head up and looked Harry in the eye. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he ran to get the orders. Harry had released him from his punishment. But his happiness was short-lived.
"Draco! Harry! I want to see you boys now!" Lucius roared. Both boys groaned and ran out of the kitchen without their drinks. They stood in front of Lucius, trembling. He was just a pair of Muggle flannel pants, but he seemed to be more of an imposing wizard than ever.
"Yes, Father?" the boys uttered together.
"What time is it?" he asked dangerously. Harry looked at the clock, 3:00 AM, but he did not answer. Never before had he been the reason for Lucius's anger, and he didn't know what to do. Draco knew exactly what to say.
"We're really sorry, Father," he pleaded.
"Sorry? Draco, you have school tomorrow. Remember our deal? Now, I'm changing the rules. If your worthless bodies aren't in those expensive beds in two minutes, I'm going to take away BOTH of your Firebolts!" Lucius threatened and the two boys scrambled up the stairs.
"Thanks a lot, Harry," Draco muttered as they reached their rooms.
"It wasn't my fault. You didn't have to come with me, you know."
"Yes, well, who was going to take the blame with you?"
"That's noble, Draco," Harry teased.
"Don't say that, Harry. It hurts my ears!" Draco whispered and disappeared into his room. Harry went into his bed and tried to fall asleep. He dreamed of his parents again. His real parents.
