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Chapter 2

"Um..." I said. "Not to be rude, but...who are you?"

"I'm Dobby, the house-elf!" it squeaked. "I've been waiting in here for a while, I hope that you do not mind!"

"Of course not," Harry said as he slowly shut the door.

Dobby stood below us, looking to be about three feet tall. He appeared to be wearing what looked like a ragged pillowcase and had green-eyes the size of tennis balls.

"Well," I said. "I guess that you could sit down and-"

Suddenly, Dobby burst into tears and fell to the floor.

"Emily Potter has offered for me, Dobby, to sit down!" he cried. "I've heard of their greatness before, but never expected this! To be treated as an equal!"

He sobbed for a few more moment, Harry and I just stood there awkwardly while we waited for him to become calm once more, hoping that he wouldn't alarm the Dursleys downstairs. Once he had calmed down, he looked back up at us.

We slowly ushered Dobby to sit down on my bed so that he could tell us what he had come here for.

"You must not know many decent wizards," Harry mumbled.

Then, without any kind of warning, Dobby jumped up and began to hit himself in the head with the lamp on the table between our two beds.

"STOP!" I whisper-yelled, knowing that the people downstairs had heard him.

"Dobby - please!" Harry begged.

Then the elf stopped hitting himself in the head and turned to us.

"Dobby must punish himself," he told us. "He almost spoke ill of his masters!"

I looked at Harry, wondering if he understood what the elf was talking about, but he looked as confused as I did.

"Masters?" Harry asked.

"The family that Dobby must serve, one that Dobby must serve for life."

"Do they know that you're here?" I asked him.

Dobby shook his head, looking horrified with himself. I half-expected him to start hitting himself.

"Can't you just leave them?" Harry asked.

"Of course not!" Dobby squeaked, his large eyes widening at the thought. "House-elves must be set free by their masters! Only when they present us with clothes we will be free."

"So, what is it that you wanted to tell us?" Harry asked Dobby.

I heard the Dursleys let out a fake laugh from downstairs, obviously sucking up to the guests.

"Harry Potter, sir," he started. "It isn't that easy to tell you..."

"It's okay," I told him. "You can tell us."

Dobby began to shuffle around and then turned to us.

"Harry and Emily Potter must not return to Hogwarts."

There was a silence for a moment, shock coming over us both.

"W-what?" Harry said.

"We have to go back," I told him. "Hogwarts is our home, you don't understand!"

"Harry and Emily Potter must stay here, where they are safe! There are great dangers at Hogwarts!"

"What kind of dangers?" I asked him.

"There is a plan," he said. "One that will happen at Hogwarts this year."

"What plan?" Harry asked.

Dobby stayed silent, and looked as though he would start to cry again, and he held his hands up to his face as if to silence himself.

"Okay..." I said. "You can't tell us..."

"Does this have anything to do with Vold-" Harry said.

Dobby let out a loud squeak, making both of us jump. Apparently it wasn't just witches and wizards that feared the name.

"You-Know-Who, nod if that's right," Harry finished.

It took a moment, but then the elf shook his head.

"No, not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," the elf said while shaking.

Harry and I looked at each other. If it wasn't Voldemort, then who could it be?

"Who then?" we asked.

Dobby sat silently and didn't answer us. Apparently they couldn't tell anyone anything without the master's consent.

"What could possibly be going on at Hogwarts?" I asked.

"After all, Dumbledore is there to protect us anyway," Harry said.

"Albus Dumbledore is a great wizard indeed, Harry Potter," Dobby said. "But even he won't use some of these spells...no decent wizard would..."

Then, once again, he jumped up from the bed and began hitting himself in the head again. I heard the Dursleys downstairs.

"Dudley must have left his television on," Uncle Vernon said.

I heard him coming up the stairs after a few minutes and panicked.

"In the closet," I said.

"Now!" Harry said throwing the doors open and ushering Dobby in the closet quickly.

Just moments afterwards, our uncle appeared at the door.

"What is going on here?" he snarled at us. "One more noise up here and both of you will wish that you were never born!"

Then he slammed the door shut and walked back downstairs. Once we were sure that he was gone, we let Dobby out.

"See what we have to deal with?" Harry said.

"This is exactly why we need Hogwarts!" I told him.

"That's the only place that we have friends..." Harry said.

"Friends that don't even write to Harry and Emily Potter," Dobby said.

"I'm sure that they're just busy-" I said, then realized something. "How did you know that we haven't been getting any letters?"

Dobby began to look at his feet, appearing to be very interested in them.

"Dobby!" Harry said.

"Harry and Emily Potter must not be angry with Dobby," he said as he pulled out a large stack of letters from his clothing.

I could see various letters throughout the stack. There were letters from Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and Neville that I could see in the stack.

Immediately, we both grabbed for the letters, wanting to know what our friends had been writing that we hadn't know about. Dobby jumped out of reach though.

"Harry and Emily Potter will get the letters if they tell Dobby that they will not return to Hogwarts!"

My mouth dropped, knowing that he wasn't going to give up without a fight. But I knew that I would return to Hogwarts, it wasn't even a question.

"Not a chance," I said.

"Then Harry and Emily Potter give me no choice..." he said ran from the room and downstairs.

Both of our eyes widened, knowing that Dobby was going to do something to the Dursleys. Then we bolted from our rooms, attempting to catch Dobby before he could get to anyone.

Then we caught up with him in the kitchen and he was staring at a large bowl of pudding that sat on the counter.

"Dobby, no!" Harry whispered.

"Dobby must do it," Dobby said. "To protect Harry and Emily Potter."

Suddenly the dessert began to levitate and go over towards our aunt and uncle and their guests. We ran towards it, trying not to make noise and stop it at the same time.

Then, it landed on the heads of the Masons and Mrs. Mason screamed.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley glared at us, just noticing our presence as they attempted to help their guests. I turned around and saw Dobby frown as he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

"I'm terribly sorry," Uncle Vernon desperately explained. "The two are very bad around guests!"

Then I realized what they must have thought. They were under the impression that either Harry or myself had done this to the guests.

We were in so much trouble...

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