Chapter 6: Dobby
The nervous little elf stood before his master's son. Draco Malfoy had that look of serious determination and demand. Dobby had to fulfill it. He knew it. It was impossible. There was no way that he could help the boy to be the best in the school, be the most popular with the girls, stomp and smash the stuffings out of Harry Potter, and kill all the mudbloods and dominate all the muggles. He liked the muggles. They were silly folk. Oh well, what could a poor little masochistic elf do. He was pledged to Lucius Malfoy and the Malfoy family, and he had to do what master wanted.
"Dobby, I want you to get that Holy Relic of Vecna before Potter gets it!" demanded Draco.
Dobby's eyes grew wide and his ears stood up to attention. Did the master know? He repeated, "Pardon me, sir? Did you say you wanted the Holy Relic of Vecna?"
"Yes, you numble brain!"
"What would you, good master, or Harry Potter be wanting with THAT item?"
"Never you mind, you nit. Can you do it?"
"Well," the elf said after a moment's thought, "I have a cousin named Larry. He specializes in those kind of things. I'll see what I can come up with, sir."
The nervous little elf stood before his master's son. Draco Malfoy had that look of serious determination and demand. Dobby had to fulfill it. He knew it. It was impossible. There was no way that he could help the boy to be the best in the school, be the most popular with the girls, stomp and smash the stuffings out of Harry Potter, and kill all the mudbloods and dominate all the muggles. He liked the muggles. They were silly folk. Oh well, what could a poor little masochistic elf do. He was pledged to Lucius Malfoy and the Malfoy family, and he had to do what master wanted.
"Dobby, I want you to get that Holy Relic of Vecna before Potter gets it!" demanded Draco.
Dobby's eyes grew wide and his ears stood up to attention. Did the master know? He repeated, "Pardon me, sir? Did you say you wanted the Holy Relic of Vecna?"
"Yes, you numble brain!"
"What would you, good master, or Harry Potter be wanting with THAT item?"
"Never you mind, you nit. Can you do it?"
"Well," the elf said after a moment's thought, "I have a cousin named Larry. He specializes in those kind of things. I'll see what I can come up with, sir."
