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The Dobby Files

Genesis: The Beginning of The Dobby Files

Chapter 1: The Rude Awakening

It was the summer after Harry's second year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For Harry, his second year had been a rather exciting one. He had transformed into one of Draco Malfoy's sidekicks, saved the life of Ron's sister, Ginny, found a journal that incredibly absorbed the ink from his own pen and wrote back to him, visited a GIGANTIC spider (much to Ron's displeasure), killed the Basalisk (his most celebrated accomplishment so far), and met...Dobby.

"Dobby, the fly in my soup. Dobby, the eyelash in my eye. Dobby, the papercut on my finger. Dobby, the rain on my parade. DOBBY! Just the mention of his name causes me to shudder in disgust and almost go insane. Yes, I would definitely say that evil takes its house elf form in...Dobby."

The above paragraph is how Harry thinks almost 24/7. Pretty sad, huh? You're probably thinking, "Jeez! If Harry hates Dobby THIS much, then why the heck did he free him from Lucious???" Well, my friends, Harry asks himself the same question every single day. Most of the time, even twice a day! Maybe for that one second, Harry mustered up a little sympathy, if you will, for the pillow case clothed, poor grammar using, lowly educated, self abusive, and downright stupid little house elf. Or maybe not.

But now, we find Harry in his bed. Wildly tossing, turning, screaming, and drenched in sweat. Guess who he's dreaming about? Surprise, it's DOBBY! Bet you would've never guessed that! Harry is awoken by the sound of his own shrieks of terror. He bolts upward in his bed, heavily breathing, and tries to wipe the sweat from his brow between gasps for air. He tries to pick up his glasses, but his hands are so slick from the sweat that they slip out of his clutches.

Suddenly, Harry remembers why he is awake. A bad dream. Harry buries his head in his hands and begins to cry. It's a mild type of weep at first, but pretty soon Harry is full-out bawling. When Harry finally finishes weeping, he rubs his eyes and notices a blurry figure about 2 feet tall standing on the bed in front of him. "Why is Harry Potter so sad?" The figure questions Harry. "I had a terrible dream" Harry began, "Dobby was everywhere. Every time I thought I was rid of him, he always appeared right in front of me. I tried to outrun him, I couldn't. I tried to out-hide him, but I was no match. And in the end there were...a million Dobbys!" Harry took a huge gasp of air. "There there, 'twas only a dream. You're back in the safety of reality." The figure tried to soothe Harry. "At least Dobby isn't here now. I have no idea what I would do then. I mean, I'm a wreck right now from just dreaming of Dobby. Imagine me if I actually saw Dobby. Yes, at least Dobby isn't here now." Harry thought he was feeling better. The figure in front of him shifted its posture. "But Harry Potter, Dobby is here." The blurry figure said.

At first, there was a moment of silence. Harry tried to comprehend what was happening at that very moment. One million thoughts were flooding Harry's mind per second. Harry tried to speak all these thoughts at once, and ended up sounding like a spastic fool. "But Dobby...he couldn't be...I thought he was...I thought I was...it couldn't be...I can't believe...this is just...SAFETY OF REALITY!" Then, Harry, the poor babbling freak, blacked out.

Chapter 2 coming soon!