Disclamer: last time I was wrong... Harry belongs to my CD player..they are in love!!!! So Harry Potter isn't mine....

A/N: OK so this is not as good, but c'mon I want reviews, even if they are flames! Fire can create and destroy... maybe I can destroy Malfoy!

A cold wing whispered through the echoing corridors of Hogwarts. All was quiet, save

for one person on that chill night. In the Griffindor common room, a boy sat up, unable to find

solace in the darkness of sleep. He was clothed still in his day robes and as he glanced about his

glasses flashed in the dim firelight.

Yes, the boy was Harry Potter and he had no idea of what would happen that cool dark

night.

Harry shook his head and set aside the book he had been glancing through. The day had

started out normal. But then it took a dramatic turn for the worse.

How did it go so wrong? A single letter and now he was paired up with Malfoy in the

most unpleasant of ways. Sure it was normal for their names to be linked through bonds of

competition, but now in the classroom he would hear people whisper about Draco and him as a

couple.... He shivered. Didn't they know how easy it was to produce a fake message???

Though still troubled, Harry began to nod off.



"Harry...."

"Harry Potter...?"

"Wake up Harry!"

"Are you sure nobody can catch us...?"

Harry woke with a start. What in the name of butterbeer..! There was nobody in the

room... But still he heard the voices.. Calling his name...

"Master, we have come."

"Yes, yes!"

"Harry, we have come to you-"

"Harry, because of you, we are Free!"

"And so mister Harry, we have come to crown you our King!"

Harry stood in the apparently empty room and was hearing voices. Again.

He didn't have this conviction for long. In front fo him four nondescript floating figures

flew in wobbly circles, scrawny legs trailing behind them.

And they were all chanting his name.

"What are You doing!" Harry cried at the levitating house elves.

"We have come to Make you our King!" one repeated with enthusiasm.

"Yes, oh Great Harry the Liberator, he who hath freed me the, lowly Dobby, from slavery

under the thumb of the Evil Malfoy, we come to raise you up to the high station of king! All hale

King Harry!"

"Long live the king!!!"

"Long live King Harry"

The circled closer...hungry sharks... Harry screamed and ran out of the room.

*******

"Harry? Harry! Wake up! You'll be late for class!"

He groaned and opened his eyes. Ron stood over him. Harry rubbed his temples. What a

bazaar dream... "Ron?" he asked as he gathered his books. "Is there anything symbolic about

dreaming of house elves?"

Ron stared blankly.

"Never mind . . . "

The dashed out of the room toward the dreaded . . . Potions class! The door closed

slowly.

..... .... ... .. . . .. ... .... .....

"We hope you liked the letter!"

A/N: confused? Good please review. I obviously need help. All flames welcome, though

constructive criticism is preferred.