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Dead Letters

Chapter 1

Unwanted Attention

It was a cold night in the boy's dormitory. An icy wind was howling since it was getting close to the holidays, two more weeks to be precise. There was only one fire burning lightly and softly with a little sizzle that could be heard if you strained to hear it. Five boys with only one fire, there should be a sleepless sleeper right?

Ron was awake and was having trouble and kept on shifting through his cold blanket trying to get warm. He could hear the other boys sleeping and heard someone snoring. With all his might he tried to think about sleep but his effort was bleak.

Dobby was up and about, doing his daily clean-ups around the Gryffindor common room. Last year he was so fond of the hats, scarves, shirts, and other knick-knacks that Hermione made to free the other house-elves, but this year, there was nothing. Dobby wanted everything to be perfect for Harry. He had a certain feeling in him whenever he thought about him; he had a certain fetish for his smile. Two years ago he was thrown out of the Malfoy Mansion and needed work, then he went to Dumbledore and soon after he went working for the greatest headmaster there could be and had a shift in the kitchens at Hogwarts. Although he worked mostly in the kitchens, he also had a job to clean around Hogwarts and Dobby picked the best place to do just that, cleaning the Gryffindor common room. It was his opinion that it was the best work that he ever did in his life, cleaning up after Harry Potter. Whatever he would do, he would always try to please Harry.

During his cleaning Dobby was thinking of the special gift he could give to Harry for Christmas.

"For now on it is my duty to please him," said Dobby out loud.

Dobby's mind was thinking its hardest (and house-elves really can't think too long or they will give themselves a concussion) unfortunately he thought too long and had one and it didn't end there, while he was thinking he was going to Harry's dormitory to rekindle the fire, but with a concussion he had, he tripped and fell all the way downstairs and landed with a thud. It took a moment for Dobby to realize what just happened to him. He was paralyzed to the floor for only a minute and he regained his strength to climb back up the stairs.

When Dobby was at the door he entered very cautiously so not to disturb his Harry Potter, closed the door, and went to the fire. He then rubbed his butt for it was bruised from the fall, had no recollection of falling (I wonder why?) and then got started to rekindle the fire. As he neared the fire he heard a moan…

Ron was on his bed trying to focus on sleeping. He was so cold to the bone, he needed…

"I need a man,"

But of course he was joking for there were only boys in the dormitory. Kidding again, he just needed warmth and only knew he needed one's body warmth and thought of the guys in the room.

"But I wish someone could lay down with me, caress me, hold me, feel me," said Ron

"For goodness sakes man, go get a girlfriend tomorrow and shut up!"

"Thank you very much Seamus," said Ron

"You're welcome Ron," said Seamus

Then everyone in the dormitory began to laugh at that.

"Hey I thought all of you were asleep?" Ron said shyly

"Nope, we were awake and wanted to hear more of your tragic need for a man," said Harry

"Speaking of that, will you sleep with me Harry? I need a man who knows me well and who can service me to my every needs."

"No way! If I did that then Neville, Dean, and Seamus would get jealous and would want me to pleasure them as well! And to do all the hard work for the four of you, what about me? I have needs that need to be accomplish too!" Harry said

"Don't worry Harry, Dean is special with his hands, aren't ya?" said Seamus

"Hey, don't get me into this!" spoke Dean

Everyone had their laughs. But they began to drift back to their sleep, except for Ron. Again. It was just that he was cold and could not get any warmth. But then late after midnight he dosed off moaning.

"Mm, warmth…..Oy you…….mm….warmth….mmmm" Ron moaned

Dobby was happy to oblige from the friend of his Harry Potter.

"What was his name again?" Dobby said in a whisper.

Although he could not remember the name at the moment, Dobby jumped onto Ron's bed and didn't know what to do next.

"Warmth……mm, I need warmth," Ron moaned again.

So Dobby began with his feet and would work his way up. Dobby not remembering where he could hear his heart beat, thought that the foot had the heart beat, then began to try and hear if he had a steady beat. To his great horror he could not hear anything! Was he going to die? I need to do something! This was going through Dobby's little head and he began to rub Ron's feet together. Ron just laid on his bed and made no noise, this worried Dobby even more and he began to work his way up, rubbing Ron's leg this time. Nothing. Dobby became frantic with more worry and rubbed with all his might but Ron still laid motionless. Then he went up to Ron's thighs. Still nothing, nothing Dobby saw, but Ron was beginning to grin from ear to ear. Up again and closer to Ron's hips. Nothing was working. Is he never going to wake up again? What will I do? All of Dobby's thoughts were spinning in his head, ah-oh, another concussion was coming. Trying to help Ron made Dobby think real hard on how to save his life. Dobby gave his final hard rub wherever he could rub, anything he could rub because Dobby was about to pass-out, he was rubbing everywhere, he rubbed and rubbed, before Dobby passed out he heard…

"Oooooooooo WARMTH, YES WARMTH!"

Rubbing was in Dobby's head, rub, rub, give life, rub!

After Harry was laughing at Ron's need-of-assistance-with-his-problem, Harry felt sleepy and doused off remarkably fast.

He was dreaming about Sirius; his face, his every feature that Harry could remember of him. He was living with him in a little bungalow beyond the woods. He was standing with him near a lake and was starring at Sirius with a proud feeling growing inside him. Sirius, the man who was a friend of his father, and an innocent man at the least, he was looking beyond the lake and seemed to think about something. He held a letter in his hand and was fumbling around with it. It seemed as though he was keeping a secret about that letter and needed to tell Harry something important. Harry wanted to ask Sirius what was it about, but then Sirius turned around and faced Harry. Although Harry remembered Sirius' expression that he carries, this expression held something different, something familiar he saw when Cho Chang got close to him last Christmas. Sirius was walking close to Harry, so close he was, he began to pull Harry towards him into an embrace. At least he is hugging me was what Harry was thinking. But that didn't stop there. Sirius was closely watching Harry and began to slide his hand down Harry's back. It was slow but soft that gave Harry goose bumps and he felt at ease. His heart was hammering in his chest. He remembered the sweet kiss that Cho gave him and wanted to remember that feeling again. Will that happen again but with Sirius? Why am I thinking this? Will he kiss me? Before anything happened more, Sirius looked into Harry's eyes and said…

"Warmth……mm, I need warmth,"

Harry was so shocked at this response he could not say anything at all. Soon after he said… "Oooooooooo WARMTH, YES WARMTH!"

What was Sirius talking about? How could Harry give Sirius warmth, there was one thought but he didn't want to do that! Well since Sirius was…

Harry woke up with a start. He heard a real voice that time yelling for warmth. Then he realized it came from his left. Ron. Harry pulled open his curtain from his four-poster bed and saw to his amazement that Dobby was on Ron's yoo hoo.

"Ron! Ron wake up! Dobby! Dobby wake up!" said Harry

"W-what?" said Ron "Aaagh! What's on me?"

"Dobby wake up! What happened to him, what did you do to him?" Harry asked Ron

"I did no such thing to harm that elf!" Ron yelled back

"H-Harry Potter? O brave and noble Harry, worrying about poor old me! Forgive me for making…"

"Not now Dobby, what were you doing with Ron?" Harry asked Dobby

"Well, sir Red-Head was asking for warmth, and I remembered yes I did, that sir Red-Head was a friend of Harry's, therefore I was obliged to comfort his needs" Dobby said so zealously.

"Sir Red-Head? You can't even remember my bloody"

"Not now Ron. Dobby… but why was your head on Ron's"

Dobby gasped. He was shocked with disgust that he did such a thing. How could Dobby ever ask for forgiveness? All Dobby wanted to do was get his mind off that blubbering Red-Head (which he couldn't remember his name at the moment) and make Harry his own prosperity. Now with the stupid Red-Head in the way, making Dobby look like a sexual elf with that git, how could Dobby make Harry understand it was all a mistake and that he made himself into another concussion? How?

"Dobby did you hear me?" pleaded Harry

"I…I…"

"The bloody thing won't answer Harry, just leave it alone, it's probably in shock. I mean, I would be too if I found myself near…" said Ron

"I think I get your point." Harry said. "Well then, Dobby, you better go since the sun is about to rise."

At this point Dobby wanted to give Harry a hug and try to calm things down. He came to Harry's waist and was about to give a hug when Harry pushed him out of the way saying "Dobby get away." But hearing the way he said that, Harry thought his voice sounded a bit harsh to an obedient house-elf who has always been kind to him. Dobby hearing that harsh tone made him very upset and was about to leave when Harry, tried to give Dobby a hug when Dobby pushed Harry away and left the room.

"Well, see ya Dobby."

Dobby left the boy's dormitory not responding to Harry. He was sulking around because of the catastrophic nonsense that Harry caught him with Ron. Dobby wanted Harry's love; he wanted that more then anything right now. He wanted Harry to cuddle up with him, to hold his arm and snog him for all he cared. Anything, anything at all, he just wanted that love.

"O piss it! I made Dobby sad and I still have my Divination paper to write on!"

"It shouldn't take too long, huh?" said Ron

"Yeah you're right."

It took only ten minutes to finish writing the paper for Divination. He couldn't remember what he was writing about, all he put on the paper was full of sh. Anyways, if it's something he couldn't remember, all he knew is that it wasn't important. After finishing writing, he was thinking back on his dream. That wasn't the only time he dreamt about Sirius holding the letter. The only knew thing about it was Sirius saying "WARMTH!" That sort of scared him and distracted his thoughts when he thought about giving him…

Sirius was holding that letter for a reason. Harry was remembering the first dream about Sirius holding it. Harry thought that this dream was nothing more then just a memory of Sirius. But since he kept on having his reoccurring dream, Harry thought that this dream was a sign of Sirius trying to get a hold of him. But this was nonsense right? Sirius was long gone and could never be seen again. Right?

Again and again Sirius had a stern face and had something on his mind while holding that letter. He was about to tell Harry something very important, but had trouble. What trouble did Sirius have on telling Harry something? He never did have trouble telling Harry about him being his godfather, or telling him about his family, or anything else. What kept him back? But of course this was Harry's dream. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe his dream meant that Harry wanted to speak to Sirius again but couldn't since he no longer exists.

Harry was frightened at the thought that Sirius no longer existed. His mother and father died by Voldemort. Now his godfather was dead for trying to save his life. Everyone who he loved and wanted to be taken care of was being thrown out of his life forever. At least he had the Weasley's who he could fall back on. The Weasley's were a second family to Harry who he could always trust.

Now that dawn can be easily seen outside the window. Harry began to feel restless with tiresome and was drifting on to sleep. All his worries were ebbing away from his mind about his reoccurring dreams, and he dosed off into his deep sleep.

The next morning, Harry was in the Great Hall eating his breakfast and with him were Hermione and Ron. Ron was talking about how Fred and George's shop at Diagon Alley were really helping the family out. Both the twins have costumers who buy a plethora of merchandise and the money helped Ron buy new books instead of second-hand supplies. Hermione on the other hand was talking about transfiguration. Although she was her usual self, always being the-prissy-know-it-all-hail-to-the-one-who-reads-books-I'm-the-one-who-has-high-scores-evil-dirty-little…sorry got carried away. Hermione somehow changed her features. She was not the usual brown bushy haired girl, she now had a smooth elegant hair that still had her curls but was now even and flowed whenever she moved; she was wearing light make-up that brightened her face and wore a perfume that made every guy turn their heads to smell more of it. This new look on Hermione made Harry and Ron a bit skeptical about being around her. Of course they're guys but they didn't know why she had a change of heart to become different.

Hermione was seating on the bench and was reading one of her books. She was in the right light that made her look more luxurious and Ron and Harry were goggling at her. They were friends, but they still had a right to look and not touch, right? On the other side of the Gryffindor table, someone else was goggling at her beauty.

Draco was sitting at his usual seat on the Slytherin table. Pansy was by his side and Crabbe and Goyle were sitting across from him. Draco and Pansy have been close ever since they went together at the Yule Ball but Draco never wanted to admit that they were in a relationship. He tried to keep his distance from her but somehow Pansy managed to creep back to Draco's side. Since the beginning of this start-of-terms, Draco has been eyeing Hermione like a hawk. She changed her feature for some odd reason, but why? Draco was one of the many males who eyed Hermione. Was it a woman thing? Nobody really knew the answer, only Hermione herself could tell you the reason why.

At the Slytherin table, Pansy was telling Draco all the possible activities she could do during the Christmas Break and was chattering all about the outfits she could buy. When she looked at Draco, she noticed he was looking away and seemed to daydream about something on his mind.

"Draco did you hear me?" asked Pansy. "Draco are you listening!"

"W-what? O yes, you were saying you wanted to buy that lovely thing right?" Draco said wearily

"What were you thinking about? Huh?"