~ Dobby Poems ~
(Harry Potter's Letter: Part 3)
A/N: A thank you to Ravenclaw Reality and hazeldragon/
{Disclaimer: The originals are not mine obviously}
Dobby is a bad elf,
The little creature kept,
Crying,
Dobby is a very bad elf.
Luna always tried to,
Comfort him,
But the elf,
Would not be,
Subdued.
"What is wrong Dobby?"
She asked him,
But the thing,
With its flapping,
Ears and bulbous,
Bright eyeballs,
Would,
Not give her,
The satisfaction.
He rocked on the,
Tips of- his feet,
As large and duck-like,
Were they,
And his shawls were,
Milling about,
Every which way.
She tried to lend,
Him her purple hat,
But-
It was a sad, yet sweet day-
He would take a glance,
And then his teeth,
Went chattering,
Until, at one point,
He finally cried,
Loudly,
"Harry Potter did not get his mail!"
"You are so sweet,"
Luna said,
"yet you are,
So sad- "
And Dobby hung his head.
She extended,
One of her hands,
For the elf's letter-
But Dobby,
Drew back,
And told his friend,
That he could not,
Allow her to,
Deliver the mail to him,
Because,
"It is a special delivery."
He said that he needed,
Her to help him to,
Send it off.
"Dobby has no owl."
She smiled serenely,
"Why, sure."
And so it was,
That she and Dobby,
Upon the chocolate frog,
Little depiction,
Now have an owl.
It gets stranger . . .