Disclaimer: My dear reader. I am not now nor have I ever been J.K. Rowling. I just write fan fiction.
A/N: This is for the Snakes and Ladders Challenge on HPFC. My character was Dobby. Just a little drabble.
Dobby's First Week
Dobby sat in the kitchens of Hogwarts. He had been working for about a week and was wondering when or if he would get to see Harry Potter. Dobby was free from his old masters and was now working at Hogwarts for Professor Dumbledore. He liked wearing clothes and his favorite piece of clothing was socks. He liked socks because that was what Harry Potter had used to trick Master Malfoy into freeing Dobby.
Dobby had just gotten his first wages. He was getting paid a galleon a week with one day off a month and he was ecstatic. He was wondering what to buy with his new wages. He knew from working for the Malfoys that clothes would cost more than one galleon, but when his day off came, he would have four galleons.
He at first thought about buying socks, he had two socks, but he wanted more. Dobby looked down at what he was wearing. He had a hat, a tie, pants and socks. He still needed a shirt.
That's it! he thought. Dobby will buy a shirt with his new wages. He now had a plan. Suddenly the door to the kitchens opened and he joined the other elves to eagerly help whatever student or faculty member wanted food or drink.
It was a student who walked in. She had bushy brown hair. All the elves started asking what she wanted. She looked right at Dobby and asked, "Who are you?"
"I is called Dobby, miss," he answered.
"Oh, my! Are you the Dobby that Harry talked about two years ago?"
Dobby started jumping up and down excitedly. "Harry Potter has talked of Dobby? Oh, Harry Potter is a kind wizard. Harry Potter mentions Dobby to his friends."
The bushy haired girl said, "I'll be right back," and left the kitchen. Dobby sat back at the table blinking his big round eyes watching the door for the girl to return.
When the door next opened it was the girl, a red haired boy and… "Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!"
A/N: This is the second version of this story. The first wasn't very good. This was better. I honestly couldn't think of a single thing for this character that didn't involve his death and I didn't want to think about Dobby's death and what he might have been experiencing in his afterlife. So I wrote about what he might have wanted to do with his wages. I had just read the chapter (for the ninth time) in GoF where Harry finds out Dobby is working in the kitchens and thought What would Dobby have been thinking about before Harry showed up? So I sat down and my brain started churning. I took the last line Dobby says straight from the book. It does not belong to me.