Chapter 2) The Thief
Draco Malfoy didn't know where he was. His eyes were closed and he couldn't open them. He laid there for almost 5 minutes while conscious before he started to identify things around him. He could feel the dry soft floor beneath him; hear scratches and the occasional twitter above him, presumably from treetops. So it was a small clearing that he was laying in, not well populated as the ground did not feel compressed by many feet, although if the smell had anything to go by, some large animals lived in this area.
Soon enough, he started hearing other sounds that did not sound like undisturbed nature. Whooshing sounds, clattering of wood, and the tinkle-tinkle sound of House Elf magic. He used his hands to push himself up from the floor. As soon as he had put his hands to the floor, his eyes felt lighter, and he was able to slowly open them.
What he saw was not something he liked to see. A small house elf with overly large ears, a long nose, large feet, and a tea cosy on his head was floating planks of wood to a small construction that looked like a hut. Draco slowly and shakily started walking towards the house elf. Before he had taken 5 steps, the elf had stopped his wood floating and fastening, and walked quickly up to Draco, and smiled, which to Draco looked very menacing but that was probably because he had been putting his boots to go to Diagon Alley with Goyle, and then the next thing he knew he was on a cold soft forest floor. For that is where he was. It was a very green looking area, and completely uninhabited by human life.
"Master Malfoy- hello" Dobby said.
Draco was surprised. He had never heard a house elf with such perfect grammar.
"Dobby is glad that yousis awake now" or maybe not! Draco thought. Dobby went back to his hut construction. A hut may have been an understatement.
Now that Draco was a bit more aware, he saw that Dobby was building a small cottage, of course the whole place was smaller than his personal bathroom back in Malfoy Manor, but from what he could see, he could expect to be here for a while. A whole bunch of strange furniture was waiting outside the cottage to be stuffed inside. Dobby began talking while he was working.
Draco couldn't find his tongue. He didn't know what Dobby had done to him, but he was having trouble using his body properly. Or perhaps it was fear of the unknown. After all, he had been stolen away from his parents house. Dobby was a little thief! Or a kidnapper. Draco couldn't decide. It depended what he wanted from Draco.
When he had managed to gain a little more control over his hands, Draco brushed down his gilded emerald green velvet robes. He did not feel that he should be in such a dirty environment in such expensive robes.
"I ises so upset Master Malfoy. I is not wanting to have to take you away like that, but we has an a-gen-da Mister Malfoy." Draco didn't like the fragmented sentences, because they barely made sense to him. He tried to listen carefully, to figure out where he was and why, but couldn't get that information from what Dobby had told him.
Dobby carried on working on the cottage, chattering along while Draco tried moving his body more, to gain control over his movement, and to get his voice back so he could ask questions of the little elf.
Draco managed to get out a few croaking sounds while Dobby floated the last joists onto the roof of the cottage, whilst half-listening to Dobby chatter on about elves, and something about wand-holders, and "the Seven", while Draco listened out mostly for his own voice, as he wanted to scream and ask where on earth he was.
Draco did note that a small selection of his own belongings were here, including his broom, his wand, some work-robes (that he usually sat around the house or played on his broom in), and sets 2 of his less expensive dress robes. There was also a large stuffed dragon that usually lived on the foot of Draco's 4 poster king sized bed, but that Draco only ever touched to put it on the bed or take it off of a night.
Dobby was still chattering away mysteriously about "training" and "fighting", when Draco was contemplating his belongings, when Dobby paused. This grabbed Draco's attention immediately. Dobby looked straight at Draco-
"but Master Malfoy, I know you are meant for great things." Dobby said with full seriousness. "You will do great things for the Wizarding world, and for the Elven world"
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