A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters you might recognize.
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Chapter 3: The Break-In and the Elf
Harry woke to a small noise. Sounds like one of the Dursely's are making a bathroom run. Maybe it's Dudley gone to raid the fridge. Too bad he woke me--I wonder what that could be.
Outside his door came a voice.
"These people look pretty rich. Wonder where they got everything stashed." A male's voice.
"Shhh! Keep your voice down. You might wake someone." This time it was a woman's voice.
Sounds like someone has broken in. I wonder why the alarm hasn't gone off yet. Better get ready, though. They might decide that the closet is the best place to hide valuable things. He pulled on his glasses and picked up his wand from the floor beside the bed.
"Hey, Star. Check out this door. Think there might be a safe in there?" the man asked.
Yeah, that's exactly what they think. He braced himself and quickly ran through a list of possible spells that wouldn't get him into too much trouble. He decided on the full body bind. The only problem was that there were two of them.
Just then the door opened. "It's dark, Warren. Get a flashlight." A small rustling sound from somewhere beyond the door. "Hurry up. And don't make so much noise."
"Ok, ok. Here." He handed it to her. "Make sure you look all over. They might have a hidden panel or something."
She turned on the light and flicked it around the tiny space. "Hey, someone's in he-" Harry shot the hex right at her chest. Her legs and arms sprang against her sides and she fell forward.
He poked his head and chest in the doorway. "What did you tri-" He was hit with the same spell.
Wonder what I'm gonna do with them. Maybe I should call the police. Yeah, but first I'll stun them so it'll look like I hit them or something.
"Stupify, Stupify," he whispered, pointing to Star and then Warren. "Finite Incantatum, Finite Incantatum." He stepped over the stunned robbers and walked into the kitchen. He dialed the police station and waited for an answer.
"Surrey Police Department, Viola speaking. Do you have an emergency?" a voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, I would like to report a break-in and attempted robbery at 4 Privet Drive." He waited for her to respond.
"Have the robbers left your house?" Viola asked.
"No, ma'am. I knocked them out when they came in my room."
"Ok, we should have a unit there in about 15 minutes." Before she hung up he heard her say something into a radio and then the line went dead.
He ran up the stairs to wake the Durselys. "Uncle Vernon, wake up. Some people broke in the house and I knocked them out. The police are on their way to come get them. Wake up!" He ran out of the room as soon as Uncle Vernon started to get up.
In the kitchen he started to make some tea. Now that Uncle Vernon was getting up he would be yelling about not having tea and being woken in the middle of the night. He was putting the water on to boil when there was a tap at the window. He looked and there were about 5 or 6 owls all bearing important looking messages. I guess the ministry has me on watch. I am sure that Professor Dumbledore will help me when I get back into the wizarding world.
Just then the kettle gave a whistle and he busied himself making a cup of tea. There was a knock on the door and when he answered it two uniformed police officers barged through and began looking around.
"They are lying just beside the stairs," he said.
"Thank you, young man," the first officer replied. He walked over to the robbers and kicked them to see if they were moving. When they didn't he started looking for where Harry had supposedly hit them.
"Ennervate, Ennervate," he whispered so the people would wake and the police would not ask him where he hit them.
"Star, di- oh no," Warren said.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used ag-" the officer broke off mid-sentence because of Uncle Vernon's yell.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!" he shouted as he came down the stairs. "Potter, you had better not be in any kind of trouble," he looked pointedly at Harry.
"This is my uncle, Vernon Dursely. This is his home," Harry said to the policemen. "Uncle Vernon, they are here to get the people who broke in. That's why I woke you up."
"Oh, right. Well, here they are. No need for you to stay any longer. I am sorry if that boy has caused you any trouble and I am sure he would love to help you escort those people to your car," with that said he turned on his heel and went back upstairs.
"Would you like a cup of tea before you leave?" Harry asked politely.
"Sure. By the way, who are you?" one of the cops asked.
"My name is Harry Potter. I live here with my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and my cousin Dudley. And you are?"
"I am Valentine McLahan, and my partner and brother here is Phynn McLahan," Valentine replied.
"Pleased to meet you," Harry offered his hand, "Please, sit. I will have your tea in a moment." He got busy making two more cups of tea. When he finished and put them in front of Valentine and Phynn, they quietly accepted and started to drink.
After they finished, they pulled Star and Warren up and placed them in the back seat of their car. "We should be in touch with you or your uncle in a couple of days for your side of the story. These two will probably be sentenced and released."
"Thank you, officers. May we meet again in a more pleasant situation." Harry watched them get into the car and drive off. He then crept upstairs to make sure Uncle Vernon had gotten back to sleep. He had. He went back downstairs, finished his tea, and tried to go back to bed.
"Hello there, Tonks. Hope you have had a pleasant evening," Dumbledore said to an owl that had been sitting on his desk when he walked in. He turned his back to pick up a tea kettle and when he turned back around Tonks was in the owl's place on his desk.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"Well, you are the only person that would be visiting me right now, the only person I know that has the animigus form of an owl, and the only owl I know that would have bright pink feathers on top of their head." The twinkle in his eyes seemed to grow as he said this. He set the tea pot on the desk and waved his hand over it. "Ah, the tea is done. Would you care to join me?"
She nodded her head and started laughing at his antics. It took her almost five minutes before she could speak and another minute before she could drink the tea that Dumbledore offered her.
"Thank you, Professor," she said as she sat in the chair across from his. "Have you found out when Sirius's will is going to be read?"
"Yes, I have. The date is set for July 13. It was stated in a letter he left that it should be on this day as it is his birthday. It is only by coincidence that it fell on a Friday. Have you found the right amount of off-duty Aurors to pick up our young Mr. Potter?" he asked.
"Yes. The crew will be me, Moody, and Shacklebolt. Moody has agreed to cast the Disillusionment charm on him again and we will be taking the scenic route," she replied.
"Good, good. Very good. I am glad that you could organize it this quickly. I will go write Harry again as soon as you leave. You will pick him up at five o'clock on Saturday evening. This way his family will know that his is not coming back this summer. Oh, and please enter their house by the front door. After you knock that is. I would hate for his family to think wizards are accustomed to barging into their homes. Thank you very much, and I will see you at the next Order meeting. Good luck."
She transformed back into her owl form, though this time she left of the pink feathers and flew out the window.
Dumbledore chuckled to himself. "That girl will always amaze me." He picked up a rock on his desk that had some squiggly lines on it and looked at it for about five seconds before it glowed red. "Dobby, could you please come up here for a moment?" he said to the rock.
"Yes, Master Dumbledore, just a second, sir," said a voice seemed to come from the rock itself. A moment later there was a slight 'pop' and Dobby was standing in front of him. "You called for me, sir?"
"Yes, Dobby. Would you be so kind as to take a letter to a certain Mr. Harry Potter in his uncle's home?"
Dobby's eyes got rounder than they had been. "Y-You want m-me to take a l-letter to H-H-Harry P-Potter, sir? I would love to. Thank you."
Dumbledore chuckled again. "Ok, Dobby. I need just a minute to write it and then and you will be able to take it to him." He quickly wrote the letter saying that Tonks and her 'crew' would be there to pick him up on Saturday at 5 and that he needed to have all of his things packed up and ready to go. "All right, Dobby, take this straight to Harry and don't let his relatives see you. Stay there for as long as you like and don't get Harry into any more trouble."
With another pop, Dobby was gone.
It was Friday and Harry got the privilege of raking the back yard. Oh, joy. Just what I always wanted to do. Rake the back yard of a family that hates me. This summer has been great. He raked all the leaves into a big pile behind a tree.
When they were all piled up, he put down the rake and jumped on the middle of the pile. A lot of the leaves had flown up and out so he had to rake them back up. He got some bags from inside and started to put the leaves in them.
He had filled up about ten bags and was starting to get hot when he heard a pop. Before he could turn around something had attached itself to his waist.
"Mr. Harry Potter, sir. I is coming to deliver a letter from Professor Dumbledore. He is trusting me so much with your letter and I is very happy I could come. He said that I could stay with you if I is wanting to and you is letting me. Please, can you ever allow such a lowly servant to stay with you. I promise I can help you lots with your work. I is very good at cleaning." He was looking at Harry as he said this and his words started running together. He stopped only because he ran out of breath.
"Of course you can stay, Dobby. I would really enjoy you compa- What's the matter, Dobby?" he asked because there were tears streaming down Dobby's face.
"Nothing is the matter with me, Harry Potter, sir. I is just so happy and you is such a great wizard for letting me stay with you. I is showing you how happy I am," and with that he snapped his fingers and all the leaves started putting themselves into bags.
"Wow, thanks, Dobby. You really didn't have to do that. Would you like to go to my – er – room?" he asked. When Dobby nodded, he walked him back to the house. "Ok, Dobby, you have to make sure that none of the Durselys see you. If they do I will get in trouble and Uncle Vernon might try to hurt one of us."
"I would never let nobody hurt you, Mr. Harry Potter, sir," Dobby said protectively.
"I know Dobby, but Uncle Vernon doesn't know and he doesn't like magic or anything that has to do with it. You should just stay out of his way and if nobody sees you then I won't get in trouble," he said to make sure that Dobby understood what he was trying to say. When he nodded, they walked through the door and ran straight into Uncle Vernon.
"Are you done yet, Boy? Good. Now you can start dusting the house." He turned around and stormed back off into the den.
"Well, if you go wait in my room, I will try to finish my work as quick as I can. We will have to wait to get food until everyone else has gone to sleep." He led the house elf to his door, pulled it open and told him that he was not to go anywhere in the house until he returned. "See you in a little while," Harry said before he closed the door and went to work.
Sirius's PoV
I watched as a house elf popped out of thin air and was about to shout a warning when I realized that it was obviously not going to harm my godson. The elf snapped his fingers and all of the leaves bagged themselves. I started thinking of something Harry had said a couple of years ago. Something about a house elf that kept coming to see and warn him of Voldemort's attack on the school. I also remembered that that house elf also almost got him killed. I was just going to have to watch him for a little while if he was going to be staying here with Harry. They made their way inside and Harry stopped a couple of times to make sure Dobby understood what he was saying about the muggles.
I followed them through the door and watched the encounter with Vernon. There shouldn't be anyone that should be bossing Harry around like a common slave. He will be out of here soon though. Then he won't have that man bothering him.
When they got to Harry's cupboard I stayed outside the door to make sure the elf would keep his promise and stay in there. After about a minute there was a snap and I knew he was up to something. I stuck my head through the door to see if he was gone, but he wasn't. That meant that he had probably done Harry's dusting.
Harry came walking down the hallway with a thoughtful look. He opened the door and stepped in. I walked through it, all the way this time, and stood next to him. "You really don't have to show me how happy you are to be here by doing my chores, Dobby."
"I is knowing that, sir, but I is doing it so you is not having to spend time doing them," Dobby said and I could tell he was sincere.
"Ok, Dobby. You can help with my chores but you still cannot be seen."
"Ok, sir. I promise I will not be seen."
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Chapter 3: The Break-In and the Elf
Harry woke to a small noise. Sounds like one of the Dursely's are making a bathroom run. Maybe it's Dudley gone to raid the fridge. Too bad he woke me--I wonder what that could be.
Outside his door came a voice.
"These people look pretty rich. Wonder where they got everything stashed." A male's voice.
"Shhh! Keep your voice down. You might wake someone." This time it was a woman's voice.
Sounds like someone has broken in. I wonder why the alarm hasn't gone off yet. Better get ready, though. They might decide that the closet is the best place to hide valuable things. He pulled on his glasses and picked up his wand from the floor beside the bed.
"Hey, Star. Check out this door. Think there might be a safe in there?" the man asked.
Yeah, that's exactly what they think. He braced himself and quickly ran through a list of possible spells that wouldn't get him into too much trouble. He decided on the full body bind. The only problem was that there were two of them.
Just then the door opened. "It's dark, Warren. Get a flashlight." A small rustling sound from somewhere beyond the door. "Hurry up. And don't make so much noise."
"Ok, ok. Here." He handed it to her. "Make sure you look all over. They might have a hidden panel or something."
She turned on the light and flicked it around the tiny space. "Hey, someone's in he-" Harry shot the hex right at her chest. Her legs and arms sprang against her sides and she fell forward.
He poked his head and chest in the doorway. "What did you tri-" He was hit with the same spell.
Wonder what I'm gonna do with them. Maybe I should call the police. Yeah, but first I'll stun them so it'll look like I hit them or something.
"Stupify, Stupify," he whispered, pointing to Star and then Warren. "Finite Incantatum, Finite Incantatum." He stepped over the stunned robbers and walked into the kitchen. He dialed the police station and waited for an answer.
"Surrey Police Department, Viola speaking. Do you have an emergency?" a voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, I would like to report a break-in and attempted robbery at 4 Privet Drive." He waited for her to respond.
"Have the robbers left your house?" Viola asked.
"No, ma'am. I knocked them out when they came in my room."
"Ok, we should have a unit there in about 15 minutes." Before she hung up he heard her say something into a radio and then the line went dead.
He ran up the stairs to wake the Durselys. "Uncle Vernon, wake up. Some people broke in the house and I knocked them out. The police are on their way to come get them. Wake up!" He ran out of the room as soon as Uncle Vernon started to get up.
In the kitchen he started to make some tea. Now that Uncle Vernon was getting up he would be yelling about not having tea and being woken in the middle of the night. He was putting the water on to boil when there was a tap at the window. He looked and there were about 5 or 6 owls all bearing important looking messages. I guess the ministry has me on watch. I am sure that Professor Dumbledore will help me when I get back into the wizarding world.
Just then the kettle gave a whistle and he busied himself making a cup of tea. There was a knock on the door and when he answered it two uniformed police officers barged through and began looking around.
"They are lying just beside the stairs," he said.
"Thank you, young man," the first officer replied. He walked over to the robbers and kicked them to see if they were moving. When they didn't he started looking for where Harry had supposedly hit them.
"Ennervate, Ennervate," he whispered so the people would wake and the police would not ask him where he hit them.
"Star, di- oh no," Warren said.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used ag-" the officer broke off mid-sentence because of Uncle Vernon's yell.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!" he shouted as he came down the stairs. "Potter, you had better not be in any kind of trouble," he looked pointedly at Harry.
"This is my uncle, Vernon Dursely. This is his home," Harry said to the policemen. "Uncle Vernon, they are here to get the people who broke in. That's why I woke you up."
"Oh, right. Well, here they are. No need for you to stay any longer. I am sorry if that boy has caused you any trouble and I am sure he would love to help you escort those people to your car," with that said he turned on his heel and went back upstairs.
"Would you like a cup of tea before you leave?" Harry asked politely.
"Sure. By the way, who are you?" one of the cops asked.
"My name is Harry Potter. I live here with my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and my cousin Dudley. And you are?"
"I am Valentine McLahan, and my partner and brother here is Phynn McLahan," Valentine replied.
"Pleased to meet you," Harry offered his hand, "Please, sit. I will have your tea in a moment." He got busy making two more cups of tea. When he finished and put them in front of Valentine and Phynn, they quietly accepted and started to drink.
After they finished, they pulled Star and Warren up and placed them in the back seat of their car. "We should be in touch with you or your uncle in a couple of days for your side of the story. These two will probably be sentenced and released."
"Thank you, officers. May we meet again in a more pleasant situation." Harry watched them get into the car and drive off. He then crept upstairs to make sure Uncle Vernon had gotten back to sleep. He had. He went back downstairs, finished his tea, and tried to go back to bed.
"Hello there, Tonks. Hope you have had a pleasant evening," Dumbledore said to an owl that had been sitting on his desk when he walked in. He turned his back to pick up a tea kettle and when he turned back around Tonks was in the owl's place on his desk.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"Well, you are the only person that would be visiting me right now, the only person I know that has the animigus form of an owl, and the only owl I know that would have bright pink feathers on top of their head." The twinkle in his eyes seemed to grow as he said this. He set the tea pot on the desk and waved his hand over it. "Ah, the tea is done. Would you care to join me?"
She nodded her head and started laughing at his antics. It took her almost five minutes before she could speak and another minute before she could drink the tea that Dumbledore offered her.
"Thank you, Professor," she said as she sat in the chair across from his. "Have you found out when Sirius's will is going to be read?"
"Yes, I have. The date is set for July 13. It was stated in a letter he left that it should be on this day as it is his birthday. It is only by coincidence that it fell on a Friday. Have you found the right amount of off-duty Aurors to pick up our young Mr. Potter?" he asked.
"Yes. The crew will be me, Moody, and Shacklebolt. Moody has agreed to cast the Disillusionment charm on him again and we will be taking the scenic route," she replied.
"Good, good. Very good. I am glad that you could organize it this quickly. I will go write Harry again as soon as you leave. You will pick him up at five o'clock on Saturday evening. This way his family will know that his is not coming back this summer. Oh, and please enter their house by the front door. After you knock that is. I would hate for his family to think wizards are accustomed to barging into their homes. Thank you very much, and I will see you at the next Order meeting. Good luck."
She transformed back into her owl form, though this time she left of the pink feathers and flew out the window.
Dumbledore chuckled to himself. "That girl will always amaze me." He picked up a rock on his desk that had some squiggly lines on it and looked at it for about five seconds before it glowed red. "Dobby, could you please come up here for a moment?" he said to the rock.
"Yes, Master Dumbledore, just a second, sir," said a voice seemed to come from the rock itself. A moment later there was a slight 'pop' and Dobby was standing in front of him. "You called for me, sir?"
"Yes, Dobby. Would you be so kind as to take a letter to a certain Mr. Harry Potter in his uncle's home?"
Dobby's eyes got rounder than they had been. "Y-You want m-me to take a l-letter to H-H-Harry P-Potter, sir? I would love to. Thank you."
Dumbledore chuckled again. "Ok, Dobby. I need just a minute to write it and then and you will be able to take it to him." He quickly wrote the letter saying that Tonks and her 'crew' would be there to pick him up on Saturday at 5 and that he needed to have all of his things packed up and ready to go. "All right, Dobby, take this straight to Harry and don't let his relatives see you. Stay there for as long as you like and don't get Harry into any more trouble."
With another pop, Dobby was gone.
It was Friday and Harry got the privilege of raking the back yard. Oh, joy. Just what I always wanted to do. Rake the back yard of a family that hates me. This summer has been great. He raked all the leaves into a big pile behind a tree.
When they were all piled up, he put down the rake and jumped on the middle of the pile. A lot of the leaves had flown up and out so he had to rake them back up. He got some bags from inside and started to put the leaves in them.
He had filled up about ten bags and was starting to get hot when he heard a pop. Before he could turn around something had attached itself to his waist.
"Mr. Harry Potter, sir. I is coming to deliver a letter from Professor Dumbledore. He is trusting me so much with your letter and I is very happy I could come. He said that I could stay with you if I is wanting to and you is letting me. Please, can you ever allow such a lowly servant to stay with you. I promise I can help you lots with your work. I is very good at cleaning." He was looking at Harry as he said this and his words started running together. He stopped only because he ran out of breath.
"Of course you can stay, Dobby. I would really enjoy you compa- What's the matter, Dobby?" he asked because there were tears streaming down Dobby's face.
"Nothing is the matter with me, Harry Potter, sir. I is just so happy and you is such a great wizard for letting me stay with you. I is showing you how happy I am," and with that he snapped his fingers and all the leaves started putting themselves into bags.
"Wow, thanks, Dobby. You really didn't have to do that. Would you like to go to my – er – room?" he asked. When Dobby nodded, he walked him back to the house. "Ok, Dobby, you have to make sure that none of the Durselys see you. If they do I will get in trouble and Uncle Vernon might try to hurt one of us."
"I would never let nobody hurt you, Mr. Harry Potter, sir," Dobby said protectively.
"I know Dobby, but Uncle Vernon doesn't know and he doesn't like magic or anything that has to do with it. You should just stay out of his way and if nobody sees you then I won't get in trouble," he said to make sure that Dobby understood what he was trying to say. When he nodded, they walked through the door and ran straight into Uncle Vernon.
"Are you done yet, Boy? Good. Now you can start dusting the house." He turned around and stormed back off into the den.
"Well, if you go wait in my room, I will try to finish my work as quick as I can. We will have to wait to get food until everyone else has gone to sleep." He led the house elf to his door, pulled it open and told him that he was not to go anywhere in the house until he returned. "See you in a little while," Harry said before he closed the door and went to work.
Sirius's PoV
I watched as a house elf popped out of thin air and was about to shout a warning when I realized that it was obviously not going to harm my godson. The elf snapped his fingers and all of the leaves bagged themselves. I started thinking of something Harry had said a couple of years ago. Something about a house elf that kept coming to see and warn him of Voldemort's attack on the school. I also remembered that that house elf also almost got him killed. I was just going to have to watch him for a little while if he was going to be staying here with Harry. They made their way inside and Harry stopped a couple of times to make sure Dobby understood what he was saying about the muggles.
I followed them through the door and watched the encounter with Vernon. There shouldn't be anyone that should be bossing Harry around like a common slave. He will be out of here soon though. Then he won't have that man bothering him.
When they got to Harry's cupboard I stayed outside the door to make sure the elf would keep his promise and stay in there. After about a minute there was a snap and I knew he was up to something. I stuck my head through the door to see if he was gone, but he wasn't. That meant that he had probably done Harry's dusting.
Harry came walking down the hallway with a thoughtful look. He opened the door and stepped in. I walked through it, all the way this time, and stood next to him. "You really don't have to show me how happy you are to be here by doing my chores, Dobby."
"I is knowing that, sir, but I is doing it so you is not having to spend time doing them," Dobby said and I could tell he was sincere.
"Ok, Dobby. You can help with my chores but you still cannot be seen."
"Ok, sir. I promise I will not be seen."
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