Chapter 8: The warning from the elf
Author's note- I took some parts from the book.
A week after that everyone was at the Potter Manor it was time to Harry and Mia started to pack their stuff because on the becoming Sunday they will flew to the Borrow with all their stuff including the stuff to Hogwarts.
Mia was at her room writing on her new desk. She was making lists of stuff that must be taken to her, must be taken to Harry and must to be bought in the Diagon Allie. After she finished writing she went to Harry's room who was finishing all his worksheets to be perfect and ready to handle on time. She gave him the list and came back to her room to unpack her wardrobe and put the cloth on her bad. Harry did the same.
Then later after the lunch the two children went to the garden with their grandfather and help him with the plants, while they were cleaning the bushes Harry noticed big green eyes that was watching him, and once again when he looked at it they despaired and came back again and again despaired. Harry thought that it must be a butterfly or some bug and continue with the cleaning. Later they decided to go to swim in the lake.
Couple of hours later they went back home, had a shower and each of them went to his room. When Harry saw in his room a little creature he called Mia who was putting her stuff into the big trail.
When Mia closed the door they saw that the little creature was sitting next to the slipping cat Fog. It had large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls. Harry knew instantly that this was what had been watching him and Mia out of the garden hedge that morning. As they stared at each other, Harry heard his grandparent's voice from the hall.
The creature slipped off the bed and bowed so low that the end of its long, thin nose touched the carpet. This creature was a house elf. But not as Harry and Mia regularly to see. This one was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase, with rips for arm- and leg-holes.
"Well hello to you, not our house elf." said Mia nervously.
"Harry and Mia Potter!" said the creature in a high-pitched voice Harry was sure would carry down the stairs. "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir, miss ... Such an honor it is . . . ."
"Th-thank you," said Harry, who decided as the adult of them both to take the conversation and to handle with it by his own and Mia's 'mission' is to take care of that their grandparents won't come up to Harry's bedroom.
"What is your name and from which house you come? I mean who is your master?"
"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," said the creature.
"Oh - really?" said Harry. "Er - I don't want to be rude or anything, but - this isn't a great time for me to have another house-elf in my bedroom. I already have three that help my family with the household."
"Not that we not pleased to meet you," said Harry quickly, "but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?"
"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir ... it is difficult, sir ... Dobby wonders where to begin . . . ."
"Sit down," said Harry politely, pointing at the bed. To his horror, the elf burst into tears - very noisy tears.
"S-sit down!" he wailed. "Never ... never ever. . . "
Harry thought he heard the voices downstairs falter and looked at Mia that put her left ear to the door to listen carefully.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to offend you or anything -"
"Offend Dobby!" choked the elf. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equal-"
Harry, trying to say "Shh!" and look comforting at the same time, ushered Dobby back onto the bed where he sat hiccoughing, looking like a large and very ugly doll. At last he managed to control himself, and sat with his great eyes fixed on Harry in an expression of watery adoration.
"You can't have met many decent wizards," said Harry, trying to cheer him up.
Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
"Don't - what are you doing?" Harry hissed, springing up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed – Fog had woken up with a particularly loud Miao and after that Mia rush to took him up from the bed and into her hands and came back to her position next to the door with Fog in her hands.
After this Dobby leaned toward Harry, his eyes wide as headlights.
'Dobby heard tell," he said hoarsely, "that Harry Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time just weeks ago ... that Harry Potter escaped Yet again. "
Harry nodded and Dobby's eyes suddenly shone with tears.
"Ah, sir," he gasped, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he was wearing. "Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door later... Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."
"W-what?" Harry stammered. "But I've got to go back - term starts on September first. I must to go to school to study, to meet friends to have fun you know"
"No, no, no," squeaked Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. "Harry Potter must stay where he is safe. He is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger."
"Why?" said Harry in surprise.
"There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"
"What terrible things?" said Harry at once. "Who's plotting them?"
Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the wall.
"All right!" cried Harry, grabbing the elf's arm to stop him. "You can't tell us. I understand. But why are you warning us?" A sudden, unpleasant thought struck him. "Hang on - this hasn't got anything to do with Vol- - sorry - with You-Know-Who, has it? You could just shake or nod," he added hastily as Dobby's head tilted worryingly close to the wall again. Slowly, Dobby shook his head.
"Not -not He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir ="
But Dobby's eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to give Harry and Mia a hint. Harry, however, was completely lost. But Mia didn't. With this words Dobby despaired and left the kids alone. Mia's mind started to work and then suddenly she remembered the conversation between her mother and Professor McGonagall when she was in the shop. Actually she was next to them in Harry's invisible cloak and nearly got it.
"I think I knew it. Maybe someone from the dark eaters wants to bring the dangerous to Hogwarts." It was a silence between them and then she called "Come 'on Harry start to think whose parents are dark eaters and can bring dangerous" on this words Harry took a paper and started to write names of his classmates from all the houses.
"Well it is supposed to be someone from Slytherin" Harry said and on his words he heard a knock on his door and his grandmother's voice "Harry, Mia can I come in?"
" Sure grandmother you can!" Mia shouted and Mrs. Potter opened the door.
"Kids, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just make a list of stuff that we need to take to Ron, to be sure that everything will be pack" Harry said and try to put the paper behind a charm book that was on the table.
"In more 10 minutes the dinner will be ready and your parents will come back so make sure that in more 10 minutes both of you will be down" she continue and closed the door.
"So if you say he or she must to be from Slytherin. Let's stop on Malfoy. He is the only one that I can think right now." Mia said and looked at her brother
"Well you might be right but we can't suspect him right now without anything, we can only think about it and put an eye on him, on this point I must to agree with you. Come 'on let's stop thinking about what had happen here and went downstairs I am hungry!" He started to tickle his sister
"Hahaha…Harry stop it please! Hahaha…. You always hungry and actually I am little hungry too so let's go" and with a big smile on their faces they came down to meet their parents who came back from the order meeting and went to the dining room.