DISCLAIMER :
I do NOT own Harry Potter and its related characters, names, places, and so on. They belong to J.K.Rowling and hers only, unless she said otherwise.
LEGEND :
{...} - Words in curl brackets are Harry's words to himself
[...] - These are my comments and explanations, if they're needed...
... - These words/names/phrases are made up and I don't own them. My apology if they're similar to anything in the real world
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CHAPTER ONE - THE GUARDIAN
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Harry is running on a dark corridor. Straight ahead, he sees a door with bluish glow in its edge. He keeps running, and slammed through the door as if someone poured stinky cold water all over to his body and there he was... on the amphitheatre-like chamber.
Harry fell and soon rolling on the stairs, stopped at the bottom of it, holding the Prophecy tight. It got Harry's name, but with Neville's round face reflected on it. Harry threw it all the way to the middle of the chamber. Sirius is standing there, laughing with barking voice. The Prophecy hit on his chest and pushes him back, into the Black Veil. Sirius eyes was widen, his mouth called out, "Harry..."
"NOOOOOO!!! SIRIUS!!! SIRIUS!" Harry cried...
Harry awakes with his right hand stretched up, grasping, trying to reach the ceiling of his dark small room. Slowly he puts his hand down to his face and looks at his palm, hoping he would found Sirius there... He had the dream over, and over again, for the whole week every night after he got back to Number 4 Privet Drive... {It's all my fault that he died, WHY didn't I use the mirror? WHY didn't I learn more on Occlumency? Shouldn't have trust that Kreacher, if only I search the house myself, he wouldn't have to go to save me, he wouldn't have to die}
Harry use his hand to wipe away his wet eyes from tears, trying to take a deep breath but his chest was in pain so much, his body start to shake. Tears keep falling from his eyes. And then, he feels someone touch his shoulder and hears a small, trembling voice next to his bed, "Sir, Harry Potter, Sir, should Dobby call for Prof. Dumbledore, Sir?"
Harry quickly turned his head facing the house-elf, surprised to see him there. "Dobby, what- how- why- what are you doing here?" Harry whispered, wiping his tears to his pillow. "Dobby was sent by Prof. Dumbledore, Sir. Told Dobby that if Harry Potter, Sir, got another nightmare, Dobby should tell him, Sir. Prof. Dumbledore also said to Dobby to take good care of Harry Potter, Sir" replied Dobby, also wiping tears and blowing his nose to his hat on his hand. "T- Trust Dobby to protect Harry Potter, Sir from, from very bad wizard. Told Dobby to bring Harry Potter away from his house, Sir, if there is another attack on Sir Harry Potter while he is sleeping"
"Do you mean from Voldemort, Dobby?" Harry said while his hand searching his eyeglasses, wear it and now able to see more clearly around his room, although it is still dark with a small amount of moonlight coming from his window and his eye's still wet. "But he can't, right? Dumbledore already put some kind of protection spell in this house. He won't attack me so recklessly" Harry continued and stare at Dobby.
"He does not have to, Sir", Dobby shook his head and whispered, "Prof. Dumbledore told Dobby that the Death Eaters, Sir, could attack Harry Potter when he is sleeping. Not to kill, Sir, but to bring you to their master. This way the spell won't be able to protect you, Sir" Dobby nodded and looking around the room as if the Death Eaters would suddenly Apparate here, in Harry's room, pointing their wands to Harry and casts Stupefy or something. Harry never taught of it, he truly believes that Dumbledore's spell would protect him as long as he stays in his aunt's house. Save from Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
"But, if that's true, Dobby, why did Dumbledore send me back to this house? Why didn't he let me go to the Burrows or to Black's..." {No, not there}
"Dobby does not know, Sir. Prof. Dumbledore only told Dobby to stay with Harry Potter, Sir, to protect you until the time is come for you to leave his aunt's house"
Harry stares to the house-elf, "I don't mean to offend you, Dobby. But the Death Eaters, well, let's just say I don't think you can stand a chance to fight with them. It'll be you that should be protected... and beside, if you use your magic, I'm the one who would be expelled from Hogwarts"
"Oh, Harry Potter does not need to worry, Sir! Prof. Dumbledore already told the Ministry of Magic that Dobby's here and that every act that Dobby do, based on his command, even if Dobby...", he giggle half-scared, "even if Dobby kick his master's ass for making so much trouble to Dobby. But no, no, Sir! Dobby would not ever do that to Prof. Dumbledore" he nodded very seriously. "Dobby respects and proud that he's able working for Prof. Dumbledore. Protecting you, Sir! Harry Potter! Oh, never ever Dobby dreamt that he would be trusted in such a way by a wizard." Dobby wipes his tears and again, blowing his nose.
Well, considering the way Dobby threw away Lucius Malfoy when he tried to hex Harry after Dobby was free on Harry's second year, it does sounds relaxing to Harry that Dobby's there. Even just to give him warning when the Death Eaters shows up. "But it's been a week, Dobby. Have you been here for that long? Why you didn't tell me" Harry asked.
"No, Sir", Dobby shook his head, "Dobby was just sent here tonight, Sir. Right after Harry Potter fall to sleep. Before Dobby was sent, Sir, Harry Potter was guarded by several wizards but now they were drawn by Prof. Dumbledore. If there's an attack on you, Sir, Dobby was told to bring Harry Potter to the Headmaster's Office back at Hogwarts using this, Sir" Dobby shows an old piece of Daily Prophet.
"Is it a Portkey, Dobby?" Harry asked and answered by Dobby's nod. "Well, er, thank you, Dobby. I'll just go back to sleep then" Harry took off his eyeglasses and lay down, pulling his blanket up and said, "Good night, Dobby". "Good night, Harry Potter" Dobby whispered in Harry's ear, sending a bizarre warm feeling that makes Harry back to his sleep.
I do NOT own Harry Potter and its related characters, names, places, and so on. They belong to J.K.Rowling and hers only, unless she said otherwise.
LEGEND :
{...} - Words in curl brackets are Harry's words to himself
[...] - These are my comments and explanations, if they're needed...
... - These words/names/phrases are made up and I don't own them. My apology if they're similar to anything in the real world
==================================================
CHAPTER ONE - THE GUARDIAN
==================================================
Harry is running on a dark corridor. Straight ahead, he sees a door with bluish glow in its edge. He keeps running, and slammed through the door as if someone poured stinky cold water all over to his body and there he was... on the amphitheatre-like chamber.
Harry fell and soon rolling on the stairs, stopped at the bottom of it, holding the Prophecy tight. It got Harry's name, but with Neville's round face reflected on it. Harry threw it all the way to the middle of the chamber. Sirius is standing there, laughing with barking voice. The Prophecy hit on his chest and pushes him back, into the Black Veil. Sirius eyes was widen, his mouth called out, "Harry..."
"NOOOOOO!!! SIRIUS!!! SIRIUS!" Harry cried...
Harry awakes with his right hand stretched up, grasping, trying to reach the ceiling of his dark small room. Slowly he puts his hand down to his face and looks at his palm, hoping he would found Sirius there... He had the dream over, and over again, for the whole week every night after he got back to Number 4 Privet Drive... {It's all my fault that he died, WHY didn't I use the mirror? WHY didn't I learn more on Occlumency? Shouldn't have trust that Kreacher, if only I search the house myself, he wouldn't have to go to save me, he wouldn't have to die}
Harry use his hand to wipe away his wet eyes from tears, trying to take a deep breath but his chest was in pain so much, his body start to shake. Tears keep falling from his eyes. And then, he feels someone touch his shoulder and hears a small, trembling voice next to his bed, "Sir, Harry Potter, Sir, should Dobby call for Prof. Dumbledore, Sir?"
Harry quickly turned his head facing the house-elf, surprised to see him there. "Dobby, what- how- why- what are you doing here?" Harry whispered, wiping his tears to his pillow. "Dobby was sent by Prof. Dumbledore, Sir. Told Dobby that if Harry Potter, Sir, got another nightmare, Dobby should tell him, Sir. Prof. Dumbledore also said to Dobby to take good care of Harry Potter, Sir" replied Dobby, also wiping tears and blowing his nose to his hat on his hand. "T- Trust Dobby to protect Harry Potter, Sir from, from very bad wizard. Told Dobby to bring Harry Potter away from his house, Sir, if there is another attack on Sir Harry Potter while he is sleeping"
"Do you mean from Voldemort, Dobby?" Harry said while his hand searching his eyeglasses, wear it and now able to see more clearly around his room, although it is still dark with a small amount of moonlight coming from his window and his eye's still wet. "But he can't, right? Dumbledore already put some kind of protection spell in this house. He won't attack me so recklessly" Harry continued and stare at Dobby.
"He does not have to, Sir", Dobby shook his head and whispered, "Prof. Dumbledore told Dobby that the Death Eaters, Sir, could attack Harry Potter when he is sleeping. Not to kill, Sir, but to bring you to their master. This way the spell won't be able to protect you, Sir" Dobby nodded and looking around the room as if the Death Eaters would suddenly Apparate here, in Harry's room, pointing their wands to Harry and casts Stupefy or something. Harry never taught of it, he truly believes that Dumbledore's spell would protect him as long as he stays in his aunt's house. Save from Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
"But, if that's true, Dobby, why did Dumbledore send me back to this house? Why didn't he let me go to the Burrows or to Black's..." {No, not there}
"Dobby does not know, Sir. Prof. Dumbledore only told Dobby to stay with Harry Potter, Sir, to protect you until the time is come for you to leave his aunt's house"
Harry stares to the house-elf, "I don't mean to offend you, Dobby. But the Death Eaters, well, let's just say I don't think you can stand a chance to fight with them. It'll be you that should be protected... and beside, if you use your magic, I'm the one who would be expelled from Hogwarts"
"Oh, Harry Potter does not need to worry, Sir! Prof. Dumbledore already told the Ministry of Magic that Dobby's here and that every act that Dobby do, based on his command, even if Dobby...", he giggle half-scared, "even if Dobby kick his master's ass for making so much trouble to Dobby. But no, no, Sir! Dobby would not ever do that to Prof. Dumbledore" he nodded very seriously. "Dobby respects and proud that he's able working for Prof. Dumbledore. Protecting you, Sir! Harry Potter! Oh, never ever Dobby dreamt that he would be trusted in such a way by a wizard." Dobby wipes his tears and again, blowing his nose.
Well, considering the way Dobby threw away Lucius Malfoy when he tried to hex Harry after Dobby was free on Harry's second year, it does sounds relaxing to Harry that Dobby's there. Even just to give him warning when the Death Eaters shows up. "But it's been a week, Dobby. Have you been here for that long? Why you didn't tell me" Harry asked.
"No, Sir", Dobby shook his head, "Dobby was just sent here tonight, Sir. Right after Harry Potter fall to sleep. Before Dobby was sent, Sir, Harry Potter was guarded by several wizards but now they were drawn by Prof. Dumbledore. If there's an attack on you, Sir, Dobby was told to bring Harry Potter to the Headmaster's Office back at Hogwarts using this, Sir" Dobby shows an old piece of Daily Prophet.
"Is it a Portkey, Dobby?" Harry asked and answered by Dobby's nod. "Well, er, thank you, Dobby. I'll just go back to sleep then" Harry took off his eyeglasses and lay down, pulling his blanket up and said, "Good night, Dobby". "Good night, Harry Potter" Dobby whispered in Harry's ear, sending a bizarre warm feeling that makes Harry back to his sleep.