Harry stood at the top of the astronomy tower, contemplating exactly how he should throw himself off from it.
"Master Potter must not kill himself, Dobby will stop master Potter from killing himself." Harry turned rapidly. Startled by the house elf's sudden appearance.
"Drink this master potter, drink this," Dobby held out a flask. "It make master Potter feel better." Harry snatched the flask, he eyes it suspiciously for a moment then figuring he had nothing to loose chugged it down.
"Mmmmm," Harry said, a dreamy smile spreading across his face, "how could I ever have missed the way your eyes sparkle, or the way your ears hang down, it's just so... appealing," Harry whispered dreamily, staring al gooey eyed at Dobby. Dobby smiled to himself. This meant he had brewed the love potion correctly.