A/N: Ok, so here's the thing. I had my Spanish midterm today and it was pretty easy. sigh of relief Now to my story. I apologize that the chapters have been short here lately. I promise they will start getting longer again as the story goes on. And the story surely will not be short either. The way I have it planned out, there will be 35 chapters all together. So, here's chapter 17. enjoy!

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disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters

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"Who's there?" Harry whispered fiercely at the approaching shadow. There was no response, but the shadow continued to move toward his bed. Once it was at the foot of the bed, Harry saw clearly who it was.

"H- Harry P-otter, sir," stuttered the small house elf. Harry sighed in relief.

"Dobby!" he sighed. "What are you doing here?"

"Dobby came to tell Harry Potter something, sir," was the house elf's reply. Harry looked at him confused.

"What do you need to tell me?" he asked. Dobby looked at the floor for a moment before leaping up onto the foot of the bed.

"You, again, are in grave danger," he confessed, his eyes widening.

"Danger?" Harry asked. "What do you know about this?"

"Eh," Dobby squirmed uncomfortably. "Something terrible is about to happen to you."

"Do you know what's going to happen to me?" Harry asked anxiously. Could Dobby possibly know what Snape and Voldemort were up to?

"Yyyy...eeeeee...sssssss," Dobby forced himself to respond.

"Dobby, it's ok. You're freed from your master," Harry reminded him. "You can tell me whatever."

"No, no, Harry Potter, sir," Dobby shook his head, his giant ears flapping. "While this is true, Dobby just does not feel comfortable with it."

"Ok. Well is there anything you do feel comfortable telling me that has anything to do with the danger I'm in?" Harry asked, beginning to feel frustrated.

"Well..." Dobby muttered.

"Please, Dobby," Harry asked. Dobby looked at Harry, clearly debating whether or not to explain what he knew.

"Ok," Dobby finally gave in. "I will say, sir, that he is formly a plan to... to... kill Harry Potter!"

"Voldemort?" Harry asked. Dobby, wide eyed, nodded his head. Harry's stomach fell, knowing he was right.

A few minutes later, Dobby left. Harry lay in bed, alone in the dark once again, thinking of what Dobby had just told him. Harry had, of course, already known that the reason Voldemort had been in the forest with Snape was because he was plotting to kill Harry. That was obvious. But to actually hear it from someone else, confirming what he feared...

Harry rolled over, closing his eyes, and tried to fall asleep again; tried to escape to the one place where harm couldn't touch him.

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A/N: There's chapter 17. Hope you liked it. Let me know.