He gasps, sitting up suddenly as he clutches at his chest. He looks down his shirt, not finding the hole Sasuke put in him a second time to end his immortality from absorbing the Biju before he calms a little. He wraps the blanket around him tighter before pausing at the starry invisible cloak.
"But he's a slimy snake!" the red haired boy his own age growls angrily.
"If you need anything" One said. "Tell us, cutie." two pecks to his cheeks from the twins with red hair.
"If it isn't our resident celebrity…" the greasy looking man looked down his crooked nose at him.
"Books hold the answers." The bookworm of a girl says as he is roped into helping her find a book.
"It's for your own good." says a man with twinkling eyes as he is ordered to stay at her house during the summer.
These memories, and hundreds more, flood his mind of the last thirteen years of his life as a dark haired, green eyed boy. Naruto – its Harry now – sighs deeply as the memories finally halt before he hears thumping on his bedroom door. The door opens and a blond haired woman peers at him from behind a graceless sneer. "We will be going on our vacation today. I expect you to come find the list on the fridge and to complete it as dictated. Am I understood?" Harry gives her a curt yes before she leaves the door open, undoubtedly to remind him that he still has life to live even outside the school and his grieving.
Harry gets up, getting dressed in a matter of moments before he heads downstairs. Looking out the front window as he hears an engine, he sees the car pulling out of the drive as the Dursleys begin their new grand adventure. Harry takes a deep breath before he uses the minor solid shadow clone jutsu. About twenty flimsy copies appear before they disperse. Harry barely stays upright, exhausted from using a more powerful technique than he can now hold.
"Dobby." A crack is heard as the little fellow eagerly appears before he pales and briefly vanishes. He returns with a foul tasting potion that Harry gulps down eagerly. "Thanks." He rasps to him.
"Harry Sir is most welcome. Though now Dobby knows it is true." Harry looks at him, attention on his fidgeting form.
"Tell me what is true." Harry orders him.
"Harry sir is in need of an elf! Harry sir can be Dobby's Master~!" Dobby bounces around, hyper beyond belief.
"Dobby, can you look for several magical contract parchments that we can use and some proper ink?" Dobby vanishes from sight, obviously gone to complete his task, before Harry goes toward the kitchen to fix him a bite to eat. He grimaces at the lock on the fridge door. He decides not to force it open right now and heads toward the pantry. Glancing around he hums thoughtfully. He plucks a few assorted fruit cans and some unopened whip cream off the shelf before he heads toward the kitchen and looks around.
Harry wants something sweet without added sugar. He pulls out a pan, sprays the pan, and begins caramelizing the fruit by frying it with the juice. After a while, Dobby reappears and blinks at the sight. "Dobby wasn't aware that Master Harry could cook." He says before Harry motions him closer.
"Thanks for the compliment Dobby, you really are a sweetheart." Dobby blushes with elation at the praise. "Come over here and I'll teach you how to work a Muggle stove and later I'll teach you about the oven." Dobby walks toward him and Harry instantly begins teaching him the ropes, knowing that the little guy will like Harry's treat for both of them.
"And that is how you work the stove. I want to do the paper before we get too far but I'll watch you finish up first to see how good you are." Dobby wilts and Harry feels a little guilty. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that." Harry rubs his face before Dobby turns toward him.
"Dobby knows what Master Harry means, Dobby isn't the best at using muggle stoves yet and will have to practice. But Dobby will be the best one day!" Dobby cheers happily before he pulls the treat off the stove. He grabs a bowl, snaps his fingers, dishes out the suddenly appearing ice cream, drizzles the fruit on top and adds the whip cream.
"That's still pretty good for a first time stove use, Dobby." Harry tells him before he pauses, not really understanding why he has a tingling sense of sadness.
"Dobby wishes all elves were as lucky as Dobby is right now." Harry pauses before focusing and sending a wave of comfort toward the source of his internal sadness. Dobby turns toward him, suddenly tearful.
"Dobby, do you know if there are laws on how many elves a person can have? If there aren't many then I could adopt a lot more elves. I'd need a property to house them and to give them things to do but I'm sure we could work things out." Dobby sniffles before he places the two bowls on the table.
"Of course, and Dobby has a bowl too, Dobby never has had such a yummy looking treat." He says, before Harry smiles.
"I'm sure that you will enjoy it, Dobby. Go ahead and try a bite. After that eat it at your own pace, just don't make a mess." Dobby conjures an elf sized spoon, mixes his treat almost smooth, and takes a nibble. Dobby's eyes glitter at the taste.
"This is so tasty~!" Dobby squeals happily.
"I'm glad you like it Dobby, we can write it down in our cookbook. I've been meaning to start writing one ever since I noticed I was famous in the wizarding world. I'm wanting to send a lot of the money from selling it to charity, though I don't know where exactly to send it. The rest of the money will be split between things. Like resources to make more cookbooks, things for the elves and more." Dobby swallows his bite, causing Harry to realize that Dobby is half done already.
"Dobby believes that we already have a huge source of funds." Harry tilts his head toward the left as he leans a little closer. "Dobby can fetch most of the basilisk and its skin. Dobby can easily pop Master Harry into the tunnel, or maybe bring a few curse breakers into the tunnel to gather things, extra skins and the likes." Harry smiles at him genuinely.
"Thanks, Dobby. Do you mind taking a few bodyguards and me down there? I'd love to explore but I am aware that it may be dangerous." Dobby grins, pleased at being taken care of by his new Master. Most wouldn't even try to care about their elves, as evidenced by the Malfoy family.
"Dobby would prefer to do an accounting of everything inside, search for curses, and take the snake and skins out first. Isn't Master Harry interested in how Dobby is able to access it?" Dobby falters a little before he puts his bowl down to reach towards his ears.
"Dobby, I know that you know more about the wizarding world than me, if you have something to say or suggest please do so when reasonable. I know that you'd never say anything like that without a reason, so do not punish yourself over something so small. And nobody but me is allowed to order you or any of my other elves to punish themselves." Dobby smiles at him with tears at the order. He nods to him and finishes his ice cream.
Harry finishes his bowl before Dobby snaps his fingers, the dishes begin washing themselves as Harry finally feels fully restored. "Dobby can never hope to meet a better man." Dobby says in a soft voice with misty eyes.
"Thank you Dobby, I'd hate to be here without you too." Harry reaches forward and grabs the first parchment, the quill and the ink pot. He quickly writes down a title.
"What is being planned for that one?" Dobby asks curiously.
"This is a short-term contract for elves looking for temporary work. I'm going to say that you all have to relax or do something fun for at least 2 hours outside of sleep and work." Dobby nods with a small smile.
"Dobby is wondering if crafts count. Lots of elves love making things but aren't exactly allowed to make anything with our current owners."
"Of course, I'll take part of my funds and set it aside for elves to buy things like paint, wood pieces and whatever else you and the others want to do." Dobby flushes a little at being told such.
"Most elves like using things found in nature. Elves won't have a reason to take anything from the vault." Harry looks at him, briefly thinking of how much Dobby has done for him. Harry really wants to do something for him too.
"Dobby, I want to make it where you and the others have things easier to do. Is there anything at all that you would buy?" Dobby wilts a little, mind whirling a mile a minute.
Dobby perks up suddenly, a broad grin on his face. "Dobby knows of something reasonable. Dobby would occasionally need to replace the tools and instruments used by elves. Sometimes elf magic can be rough on muggle made things, such as these pans. A lot of wizards, even the purebloods, now use muggle goods in today's world. Mostly tools but muggle made nonetheless." Dobby hears Harry chuckle at the irony of the Malfoy family not knowing this.
"Alright, but what do you plan on doing with the crafts? If you want you could sell them and buy gifts for others. I'd love to see what a baby elf looks like, even if I won't be allowed to touch any for their well being." Dobby pauses at the thought before his eyes glitter all of a sudden.
"Dobby has a question." He wrings his hand with both anticipation and excitement. "Dobby is wondering if Dobby and other elves may buy gifts for Master Harry and his friends and potential lovers." Despite being old enough to date Harry flushes with embarrassment.
The relationship he has had in his past life with Hinata was an estranged one. Naruto, in that life, just married to continue the Uzumaki Clan. There was no love from him to his wife sexually, only platonic love was there. That made things with his kids difficult and he doesn't want another life like that.
And his first kiss with Cho was horrible, like all the other dates he has had in this life as well. They've all been with girls so that may be the issue. If only there is a potion to get males pregnant then Harry would birth his own children. After all, he thinks males are fairer.
Harry blushes all of a sudden, realizing that having elf potion pioneers will help him figure out this task. "Dobby, is there any possible way that a potion can be brewed to give a male a womb?" Dobby turns crimson.
"Dobby thinks so, Goblins definitely have one for their people so Dobby thinks that one can be made for us." Harry chokes on his own spittle.
"Not funny, Dobby. I want the Weasley Twins since most women are completely senseless in my mind." Dobby heaves a sigh, flush dying instantly.
"So Master Harry wants to feed it to the twins?" Harry shakes his head.
"I want to drink it. This way there is not any possible way that anyone would be dumb enough to set me up with a girl." His cheeks flush at speaking the truth. "Now, considering that I'd like to pay each of you in your combined vault I will need a secretary elf to manage the money when any elf deposits or withdrawals any amount. The amount and the date of the exchange shall be recorded in a journal." Dobby blinks, shocked at the news.
"Er. house elves are mostly self sufficient. Though maybe galleon per payout per elf. That will still be a lot but we don't really need it." Dobby tells him honestly.
Harry turns toward him, frowning a little before an idea hits him. "Alright, then for each elf I shall make a 10 galleon investment upon their entry to service. Some of it will be spent on a uniform, maids outfits for girls and butler outfits for guys. Each elf shall have an apron, gloves, and boots that fit made from dragonhide or similar. Some elves will only use them with potions or herbology, but when cleaning dangerous stuff I want the elves to wear it. Maybe have a number of protective helmets that are made of hardened dragonhide. The goblins will have to design it but the rest should be fine." Dobby nods to him with acceptance.
"Each elf won't need that much to get uniforms." Dobby tells him.
"Then maybe seven galleons?" Harry asks him.
"Five galleons is what Dobby suggests." Harry nods and the contract edits itself, startling Harry. "Dobby is sorry, he should have told Master Harry that the contract would do that. Dobby forgot." Harry chuckles as he puts it down.
"Alright, that is very useful to know." Then he turns toward Dobby. "Does it only add things when we both agree?" Dobby nods, confirming his thoughts before he sighs.
"Dobby, what's something that you would absolutely want?" Dobby pauses as he looks at his bowl.
"Dobby wants a few little elves and a mate." Harry frowns, already upset at knowing they are denied such simple things.
"I want you to know that every elf has permission to have two children beneath adulthood at each moment and can mate with anyone they wish. I don't mind if you want family, I actually understand. Family is something to be loved, cherished and respected." Dobby nods before he pauses. Harry tilts his head, noticing that he wants to say something before he waits.
"Dobby already sees Master Harry as a little brother." he whispers, barely heard even though the two of them are quite close together.
"Thanks Dobby, you make a good big brother too." Dobby's face turns pink as he realizes that Harry heard him before he smiles a little.
"Dobby appreciates the kind words. Dobby just wished there were more than a handful of free elves at a time." Harry frowns, now realizing that he will need more workers.
"Dobby, I want you to send potential Potter Elves to Hogwarts to copy all books on building and enchanting things, and have them return here with those copied books. No spells on the books themselves should be copied and the copies should be made permanent. But you need to be back here in a few minutes." Dobby salutes him before he pops away silently. He sighs, knowing Dudley has a huge collection of things stored in the Attic that Harry might be able to use to advance his skills. There is also that small room to investigate in the attic that Petunia refuses to let him near.
He stands and makes his way toward the stairs with the contract and the other parchments in hand. After a few brief minutes he arrives in the attic and starts digging. He chuckles at the sight of the school books from Dudley's previous years of Muggle school. He puts them in a 'to steal' pile before he continues searching. He finds several other textbooks from the Dursley family adult's childhood, teenage years and college years, stealing them too. After a while he comes across the door he is forbidden from entering. He touches the knob, causing the door to fade from sight. He blinks as he realizes that this is a magical bedroom.
"Dobby is back." The little guy greets him before he glances around the room.
"Dobby, pack all my stuff and move it into here from my room." Harry goes back out and begins carrying his loot toward the room, intending on studying several different books.
Another pop is heard before five elves appear with the copied books. They set them down in the middle of the bedroom floor. "Thanks. Can you five go copy all the runes books in Hogwarts, even among the professor's collections?"
"There is not enough room here for that." the smallest girl tells him. As soon as she says it she flinches, and Harry makes sure to show none of his irritation at her mistreatment.
"Then buy a trunk with my money specifically for books. Make sure it has a telepathic or mentally only password to access it." the elves vanish from sight before Harry sighs. He looks around the dusty room and almost starts taking an inventory, before the crack of apparition is heard and a small figure appears in front of him, earning a small smile from Harry.
"Dobby is back." Dobby snaps his fingers, banishing most of the dust before arranging Harry's collection of books onto the shelves in the room. The rest of the room, including the shrunken boxes, are neatly sorted among expanding bookcases, revealing many more books and some family records as well.
"Thanks Dobby, I want to start off thinking of rules for how I, and any other humans who sign the contract, will have to treat you all." Dobby smiles with a little twinkle in his eyes.
"Dobby would prefer if elves thought of punishment for themselves. Master Harry and other partners can still give orders to punish but cannot decide punishment." Harry pauses, remembering how many times Petunia has given him scars over his body.
"As long as magic can heal any damage after a week in time, with little to no scars from the ordeal, then I find that acceptable." The contract shines briefly before Harry hums. "Would you guys be willing to help with a charity I have in mind. I don't know if I will be able to do it, but I definitely won't be able to do it alone." Dobby nods firmly.
"As long as elves get paid one galleon for every month's span of service, Dobby does not mind." Harry watches the parchment glow again before it enlarges, making many slots for humans to sign their names and elves to make thumbprints. Harry quickly uses a quill to sign his full name before Dobby makes his thumbprint in the first place.
"When you get a chance take it to the Weasley Twins to see if they want to sign it." Dobby salutes him and a trunk magically appears before he pauses.
"Why does Harry not include his usual friends?" Dobby tilts his head even as he observes him before Harry decides to tell the truth.
"Dobby, I recently realized that Ron reminds me of my cousin, who just so happens to be a bully. If he was nicer to Mione, or more tolerating, then she would not have been nearly killed by a troll. He didn't even want to rescue her. He wanted to sit on his rump and eat food in the common room and would have ignored Mione's plight. Mione wouldn't be alive right now if it wasn't for me and I don't know if she sees that. Ron also belittles every Slytherin regardless of evidence of them being a Death Eater. Most of those kids can't be death eaters while the Dark Lord is not whole." Dobby nods to him, a small gleam in his eyes as a million thoughts are flowing through his mind.
"Dobby questions why Harry doesn't want to let Mione sign it. Why doesn't Harry Sir negotiate the Life Debt that Miss Mione now owes Harry Sir for that matter?" Harry takes a deep breath as he mentally reviews the possibilities of what a Life Debt could be.
"I have only an estimated guess as to what a life debt is and how it can be collected. Because of that I feel unacceptable to complete any sort of negotiation that I have little to no knowledge of. I can't even run my inheritances, if I have any, because people have left me in the dark." Dobby starts snarling, angrier than Harry has ever seen him. Harry is instantly worried for him, knowing that he might destroy something by accident and that he has to be careful. If Harry says the wrong thing Dobby may lash out without intending to, sort of like his past self's Jinchuriki Mode.
In the midst of Dobby's snarls a few choice words come out, but some phrases are more powerfully charging Dobby's anger. "Dobby has failed Master Harry!" This and similar wails and screeches are heard.
"Dobby, you have done right by me." Harry says, not in a soothing tone, but in his most serious tone complete with his most serious face. Harry's fingers slide to gently hold Dobby's hand, knowing he needs to be reassured by him. Dobby pauses, before shaking his head, grumbling a little.
"Master Harry only seeks to calm Dobby, who will not be calmed at this crime!" Dobby whirls toward him, eyes outlined in a red glow, and he snarls. "What you speak is lies!" He flinches at his own magic rebuking him for going against Harry.
Dobby pulls his hand away from Harry. "Dobby, you have brought these wrongs to my attention and nobody else has." Harry points out and Dobby whimpers, wringing his ears enough to bloody them. Harry calmly pulls his hands and grasps them firm enough to stop him but not hurt him further. "Nobody has spoken of it: not Dumbledore, my supposed guardian; not the staff of Hogwarts, who are well trusted by many; not my friends who are probably in the know. They have either not noticed my lack of knowledge or intentionally sought to worsen it instead." Dobby's magic flare is calming at his honest, reassuring words, obvious enough to bring worry to the little fellow. "And with Dumbledore being my guardian and not telling me means that he either lacks knowledge or is the worst sort of idiot for going against me and my people." Dobby's snarl briefly returns before his magic calms finally.
"Dobby will start an investigation with the Aurors. Dobby will return shortly, if Harry Sir needs anything please call for Tinky." A crack is heard as the little fellow vanishes. Harry does see his face is red from anger before he is gone. Harry sighs before glancing around wondering if a much smaller amount of clones can be made. He focuses on making three clones to his right and three more to his left. He feels the jutsu drain his magic much less than it has earlier. Six puffs of smoke appear before his clones are seated around the room.
"Tinky." The real Harry calls out, causing the elf in question to pop into the room. She squeaks at the sight of them and Harry feels her magic run toward her link with him as her magic signals that they are all her Master.
"Tinky doesn't understand, there is only one real Harry Potter." Tinky whispers with misty eyes. Her head is swinging around as she gazes at the group, trying to figure out which one is the real one.
"Tinky, I made temporary copies of myself that I call clones." Harry tells her with a fond smile. She blinks before her eyes start glittering.
"Oh, Tinky wishes there could be copies of Tinky! Tinky could do so much more work!" She says as she is no longer worried and now she is happy at the idea.
"What should we do, Boss?" One clone asks Harry, causing Tinky to see that several are looking at him with deference.
"Tinky, I need you to assign basic enchanting books to two of my clones. Another should be learning actual history, from both the magic textbooks and the muggle textbooks inside. I do not want to learn the rubbish that is hateful toward the Goblins alone. One of my clones should also be learning customs, etiquette and mannerisms of British wizards. The other two will need to study to remedy the lack of what is considered common knowledge in the minds of Purebloods starting with Life Debts." Tinky salutes him happily before she moves over to the bookshelves.
"While we are at it this trunk has several books as well." A clone to his right tells her. She perks up, inspecting the trunk, before opening the lid. She snaps her fingers, packing the remaining books and files into. It takes her only a brief moment to pull out the requested books for all but the last clone before she pauses.
"Does Harry Sir know about Potions Prep?" Harry shakes his head and the last one gets a book on potions prep. After that is done the clones move to sit in comfortable positions around the room. The original Harry moves to the back yard to start his meditation to try to learn about this world's natural energy. "Tinky, please follow me." Tinky smiles at him as she follows him from the room before they come across the kitchen, where a few elves are arguing over how to use the oven.
"Polky thinks it is this knob." She goes to reach for one before Harry clears his throat. The group of four elves stop to look at him.
"I'll be glad to instruct you on how to use any and all appliances, such as the oven, stove, and other electrical things." The elves, to his amusement, all wilt at once and Harry knows why. Harry is mildly amused by their need to help him more than themselves as it reminds him of his relationship with Mione, he would give the world for her.
"We want to provide for Master Harry!" An elf cries out, near tears before the whole group flinches as one. Harry gives her a reassuring smile while mentally focusing, as much as he can, on how cute she is. He mentally vows never to abuse them in any way since he knows how it feels. He doesn't wish it on anyone, not even his enemies or his family.
"And you will." They pause, trying to understand. "I never said that I will be the only one to cook while I teach you." The squeals of excitement tells him that he has done well and he sighs. Most people don't have this old stove anymore and Harry really wishes that he has somewhere else to allow them to cook and live at.
He pauses, realizing that he could furnish a small place for them to operate out of before he smiles. "I want the group of you to look for a muggleborn by the name of Hermione Jean Granger. She is a Hogwarts student and I suppose having her teach you guys and girls about muggle appliances can count as part of or as the entire life debt. Inform her about it and see what she thinks. Ask her parents if it is okay first, and inform them that any damages to anything in their house shall be replaced. Also, tell Hermione that I consider her as a sister and I will happily allow her to act as a ward of the family." Harry groans in pain, feeling his magic reach across part of the world before he comes across Hermione on vacation. He winces, feeling her confusion and then her excitement before two of his elves vanish discreetly. Harry sends her a mental image of the two before they are disconnected.
Harry stumbles a little before wincing. The flow of his magic is sluggish again and he sighs, barely going into sage mode has him realizing his mistake. This world is full of a completely different energy than chakra. By drawing on natural magic he is essentially inducing growth of his core. He forces himself to disconnect as he winces, uncomfortable at the extra magic in his system, which is much more powerful and potent.
"Harry Sir has learned Magic Transfer Techniques?!" Polky gasps in shock and awe. The other elves grin maniacally, filled with such a pride that it can't be put into human words. Harry blushes, knowing that he is not used to such attentive looks before he takes a deep breath.
"~Do~" He coughs at the croak coming from his mouth. The five of them touch his arm and draw from his magic, earning a sigh of relief. "Thanks." He rasps a little bit. Thankfully his core is still beyond full so it is expanding at the bulge of magic in it. Harry has no doubts that any wizard who has ever thought to do such a thing would be powerful enough to conquer the world if they actually learned to make effective use of it. Harry already knows that he needs to see a healer. "Tinky, take me to a goblin healer and tell them I have magic overload." Harry says quietly before Tinky panics, recognizing his symptoms at last before she pops him away, causing him to dizzily puke in a can that is next to him in a heartbeat.
He blacks out.
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Harry wakes in the hospital bed that is typical of the magical world. He sighs as he snuggles into the soft blanket before a throat is cleared next to him. He opens his eyes to peer at the goblin in front of him. He is looking at a clipboard and is dressed like a muggle doctor, with a white lab coat and blue scrubs. He has a scrub around his head and around each foot. A pair of thin gloves is worn on his hand, barely noticed unlike the unusual attire for wizards.
"Good morning, Heir Potter. How do you feel?" Harry goes to sit up and feels his body twitch in fierce jerks. "Easy kid, you aren't fully recovered!" The doctor gives him a mild glare as he listens and relaxes.
"I think I'll be fine and I am wondering if using magic is sane right now." The doctor snorts at him.
"Using up the excess is sane, but not what is inside you." Harry closes his eyes thinking of something to enchant that may be useful.
"Can you fetch a soapy sponge? I think I may have an idea." The doctor nods before he turns toward his left.
"Tinky, please fetch the items he requests from his house." Tinky vanishes quickly before Harry starts imagining its speed. Maybe ten feet per minute to do a minor shine and between one and three feet for four times the duration to deep clean. To his surprise Tinky returns with a wet sponge before Harry moves his magic to touch it.
You are a Cleaning Cube, similar to a slime creature but made of soap and a watery gel. Your very existence revolves around cleaning, though you must drink water and eat soap to perform well. You can clean anything that is dirty, and you enjoy cleaning since it makes others love you. Your cousins are hated by most races but you are adored by most races. No, I speak not of the animals and beasts, I speak of the intelligent races. You also are capable of following orders and dissolving rust. In this sense you should be able to stop anything that causes rust and may even clean a place out of unwanted or nuisance creatures. Pets are to be ignored as long as they are named and the order is given. And it is important to shine the shoes every night to make them look new.
Harry yelps as the sponge starts moving on its own, moving to clean the bed sheets. "What is that?" The goblin asks with interest.
"I got the idea from a muggle tabletop role-playing game. Slime creatures are usually are acidic, this is a Cleaning Cube, a soap based, cube variant of the slime. It's so cute." A purring noise comes from it, showing that it is pleased with being praised. Harry coos at it for a moment before the doctor picks it up and takes it over to a few different potions cauldrons in a far area of the room.
"These need cleaning." He says as he gently puts the cube down before it starts sliding toward the messiest areas of the first cauldron.
"You wouldn't happen to have a mechanical spider, a supply of thread and a set of sewing needles, would you?" Tinky vanishes before her orders can be given and, shortly after that, returns with more sponges and five sets of the spiders.
You are a master seamstress. You can repair any cloth, be it hard and rough or soft and silky. You are the master of embroidery as well. Several thousand patterns can be made and combined from your stitchery. You also can sew handkerchiefs, bolts of cloth, use other things, and scraps, to make whimsical, elegant, fancy or other outfits as per your choosing or any requests you accept. You usually add things that pertain to the person in question, and absorb ambient magic in extremely tiny amounts to place charms and other protective spells on clothes and can use any extra magic gained to reinforce the charms. Some of which include growth charms, fitting charms, temperature charms, drying charms, and other minor charms worn daily.
Harry yelps as he feels it start to clamber around clumsily at first before it starts going toward Tinky's outfit. Tinky squeaks in surprise or fear. "It won't hurt you." Harry tells her and Tinky warily lets it crawl on her before they realize that it is embroidering her tea cozy. A few moments later and other goblins are bringing in more sponges and the little spider dolls with the equipment required by each one. Harry makes several copies until he feels his soreness finally lessen and stops on this 103th Spider Seamstress and his 275th Cleaning Cube. He slips back to sleep, knowing that people will be wanting their own, especially Madam Malkin.