The next day Harry was woken up by something sitting on him. He opened his eyes and saw someone fuzzy. Then he sat up put his glasses on.

"Harry Potter! Such an honor it is." It said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Dobby sir. Dobby the house elf." Dobby said.

"Not to be rude or anything but, what are you doing here? We don't need another house elf, we have Tweeky."

"Oh yes sir, D-Dobby understands. It is, difficult sir. Dobby wonders where to begin." Dobby said.

"Why don't you sit down?" he said.

"S-s-sit, sit down?" Then he started to cry.

"Dobby, sh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything."

"Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness sir, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard! They get equal."

"You can't have met many decent wizards then. You know how we treat Tweeky."

"No, I haven't. What an awful thing to say. Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"Dobby stop! Please stop!"

"Dobby had to punish himself, sir," he said. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir. . . ."

"Your family? They don't treat you very well, do they?"

"No sir. But Dobby is used to this sir."

"What exactly did you come here for?"

"To warn you, Harry Potter must not come to Hogwarts School. There is a plot! A plot to make most terrible things happen."

"What terrible things? Who's plotting them?"

Dobby shut his eyes tightly. "Oh! I can not say."

"Ok, I understand you can't say."

Then Dobby started hitting his head on Harry's light.

"Dobby put the lamp down!"

"Harry? Are you up? What's that noise?" Lilly asked from downstairs.

"Nothing mum!" he called back.

"Give me the lamp!" Then he finally got it.

"Dobby, I'm going to Hogwarts and that's final! I have friends to spend time with!"

"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter?"

"Well I expect they- hang on, how do you know my friends hadn't been writing to me or Tracey?" he asked looking suspicious at him.

Dobby slowly walked away and took out the letters.

"Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped that if his friends had forgotten him Harry Potter might not want to go back to school sir."

"Give me those, now! And I would still have my parents to and Tracey!"

"No!"

Then he started running and going down the stairs. Harry did the same thing. But Dobby noticed James so he looked at Harry and apperated away.

He shook his head and headed to breakfast.

When he got there he sat down and took some pancakes and pumpkin juice.

"Good morning Harry." James said.

"Morning dad." he said back. Then he looked at Tracey.

'We need to talk after breakfast in my room.' He sent her.

'Ok, why?' she sent back.

'A house elf was in my bedroom and telling me not to go to school.' he told her.

'Hmm, we'll think of something.' she nodded confused.

Then they finished breakfast and headed upstairs.