Harry was meditating when suddenly there was a loud crack. Harry shot a shadow tendril from his hand. It grabbed a small creature with large bat like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls. Harry recognized him as a house elf. He noticed it was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase with rips for arms and legs.

WHO ARE YOU?!?!? Harry boomed.

I am dobby the house elf sir it said.

Why are you here Harry said.

Harry Potter must not go back to hogwarts Dobby said Dobby thought Harry potter would not want to if he thought his friends had forgotten him.

Harry's eyes glowed red.

You listen to me you little shite Harry said the cut forming lying an inch from Dobby's neck you give me my mail or i will decapitate you.

Dobby quickly dropped the mail and left.

Harry calmed down his eyes going back to normal and The Cut faded away.

Harry read through all the letters.

Harry was walking through Diagon Alley when he noticed a large crowd around Flourish and botts. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:

GILDEROY LOCKHART

will be signing copies of his autobiography

MAGICAL ME

Today 12:30 P.M. at 4:30 P.M.

Harry sneaked up to the weasleys were standing.

Who's Gilderoy lockhart? Harry said.

Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his abd positively shouted, it can't be Harry Potter?

The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward and try to seize Harry's arm. Harry quickly dodged.

Who are you? Harry said i mean i know your name but I've never heard of you.

Someone snorted.

You must have heard of me Lockfart said I'm your idol aren't i?

Idol? You are nobody to me Harry said and he walked off.

Harry sensed a familiar dark magic signature. Voldemort's. He teleported it through the shadows. He held it up. It was a leather bound diary He snapped and disintegrated it.

Harry teleported back to the orphanage.