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Chapter 6

Hathor P.O.V.

I woke up early the next morning, and got dressed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that I'd bought out of the money I'd withdrawn from my vault last year, and converted into muggle currency. It was one of the two decent outfits I owned that were muggle style clothing. I walked downstairs, and as I approached the living room, I heard Draco and Blaise talking.

"Morning." I said, yawning.

"Morning, Hathor." Blaise said, standing up, and giving me a hug.

"Hey. How you doing?" Draco asked. I was so going to regret introducing him to friends, when did he get the time to watch it, anyway?

There was a growl from behind me. I turned round to see Victor. "Are you hitting on my granddaughter?" Oh, sweet Merlin. He was taking on the role of overprotective father figure.

"Sir, I wouldn't think of it… and it's not because you scare me. But because the last time I tried flirting with her, she flipped me over her shoulder, shattered my jaw, and threatened to shove my foot up my own arse if I ever tried again… for some reason I don't want to try."

I smirked. "I knew Sirius' brief self defence tutorial would come in handy. What did you tell Madam Pomfrey, exactly?"

"That he tripped." Blaise said.

"Tripped?" I asked incredulously.

"Down several flights of stairs."

"Ahh."

"When they decided to move."

"That would have hurt!" I said.

"I think I'd rather that." Draco muttered.

"Oh, don't be such a cry baby, Draco. I could have actually shoved your foot up your own arse. You got off light."

"What did you do to Weasel?"

"Ron never hit on me."

"But he would have started." Blaise said.

"We're just friends." I said.

"You're rich and famous. You have what he wants. I wouldn't be surprised if he starts drugging you with Love potion some time soon." Blaise said.

I sat down. "Well, there's no need for introductions, perhaps I should fill you in on what's going on." I said.

"And there is the sign that you know we're probably right, but you don't want to admit it. You change subjects." Blaise said.

"Shut it, Blaise." I said. "So, where to start?" I mused, just as four mugs of coffee appeared on the table.

"Let me guess, there are house elves here?" I asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow at me. "House like this, of course."

"What's a house elf?" Victor asked, sitting down beside me.

There was a 'pop', and Dobby appeared. "Hathor Potter! Dobby is so glad to have finally found you safe and sound!" he squeaked. "I must go tell the headmaster!"

"NO!" I yelled. He jumped. "S-sorry Dobby, it's just, Dumbledore's not got my best interests at heart. He's setting me up to die Dobby."

Dobby looked furious. "He will not kill the great, kind Hathor Potter!"

"Just Hathor's fine Dobby. Just do me a favour, and go back and tell him you couldn't find me. You can lie to him, right?"

"Of course!" He said. "Dobby is still a free Elf! He is not being tied to the headmaster! Dobby can lie to him all he likes! Don't worry, Dobby will help you!"

"Thanks Dobby, you're a great friend." I said.

Dobby started sobbing, as he disappeared with a pop. I looked at Draco. "See how happy a bit of praise makes him? Would it have killed you to be nice to him while he was your servant?"

"I was! Just… not in front of my parents or others who weren't Blaise. They would have thought I was turning Blood Traitor on them!"

"You did, Draco." Blaise pointed out.

"They couldn't know until the right time." Draco said.

I turned to Victor. "That was a house elf. They are basically servants. But some families' coughmalfoycough think of them of slaves."

"I don't." Draco said. "I just looked like I did. Now, you were going to tell us about your summer so far."

I sat back, and went on to explain everything that had happened so far to me this summer.

A/N: thanks to 917brat for the idea. Please review, and thanks to all those who have reviewed, and to all those who will review.