Dobby begin to wrap his hands in bandages. He was not, of course, allowed the luxury of applying a salve to help soothe the pain in his hands. Instead he would have to deal with pains each time he so much as laid a finger on something. Dobby didn't mind though, it was all to help a wizard that he freely idolised and worshipped. A wizard so great that he stopped the Dark Lord which had led to better, kinder families for house elves. Well except for himself, he thought. And with that, he threw himself to the saucepan that had been simmering on the stove, picked it up and ferociously wacked himself on the head several times over.

"WILL YOU STOP THAT BLOODY RACKET YOU STUPID ELF! I SHOULD KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP YOU NASTY PIECE OF VERMIN!" Lucius Malfoy roared from the living room. Dobby sighed and with that, began picking up all the food that had been flung throughout the kitchen as a result of his punishment. He decided that it was still perfectly good food and shoved it in his pocket for later. Dobby wiped up the mess until the kitchen was looking polished and grand again and then plodded over to the stove to begin cooking yet again.

It would have been a lot quicker if Dobby was allowed to use his elf magic but, since Lucius believed that manual labour was the only way to control house elves, Dobby had to cook it by hand. He boiled the water in a saucepan and added some hard sticks of spaghetti. Dobby left that to cook by itself and moved on to preparing the mince. He separated the block of mince into small chunks, and chucked them into the frypan with a blob of tomato paste. He then diced up some carrot, tomato, basil and onion, each chop filled his withering hand with sharp pains, and then added it in with the mince. Dobby combined the mixture, cooking it until a pleasant aroma filled the kitchen. He reached for the spaghetti, drained the water and let it rest whilst he found some plates.

The plates were made of a delicate looking glass, with the spoons and forks having a grand demeanour even though they were only utensils. He also grabbed a cake stand and several small bowls for the sides. Dobby laid the smooth spaghetti down on the plate and piled the delicious meat mixture on top. He then prepared the sides by slicing some avocado and placing it into a bowl and pouring cream and sweet chilli sauce into separate bowls. He placed the sides onto the cake stand and whisked it out to the dining room table.

The table was circular. It was made of dark wood and could fit 12 people even though there were only three members of the Malfoy family. The chairs were made of the finest silver and had a grandeur look to them. Dobby placed two plates on one side and one of them on the other. This was due to Draco being such a sulky 12vie who wanted to stay as far away from his parents as possible. Draco thought that he was so cool so he had to keep up his swag at home as well. Dobby alerted Lucius that dinner was ready and then stood, with his hands held together in front of him and his head bowed, in the corner in case anyone needed assistance.

"Thank you" Narcissa whispered to Dobby to show her appreciation. With her words, Dobby felt a little more hope that he would be alright in the end.

"Narcissa," Lucius spoke sharply, "There is no need to thank this rubbish."

"You're right Lucius," Narcissa replied. She looked at Dobby, her eyes filled with empathy. It was not fair to Dobby that he was treated this harshly.

"DRACO" Lucius yelled. "DINNER'S READY!"

"I'll be down in a soon," Draco said

"NO, YOU'LL BE DOWN HERE NOW!"

"There's no need to yell Lucius. He's just a boy." Narcissa said.

"He must be disciplined at an early age"

Draco appeared suddenly at the opposite side of the polished table, glared at his father, and starting munching away into the food in front of him. Whilst the three Malfoys were eating away and enjoying the simplicity of not making their own food, Dobby sneaked some of the food from his pocket and began eating that.

After the Malfoys had finished eating, Dobby grabbed their plates and took it to the kitchen to clean. He could hear Lucius ranting on about something. He could only make of a few of the words. 'Just an annoying family' 'obsessed with muggles' Dobby could make out the sound of people spitting like something filthy had entered their mouths. 'No respect for a wizard's pride' Dobby figured out now that they were talking about the Weaslys. The Weaslys were a lovely family, in Dobby's opinion. He'd never actually talked to him, but he knew that they were nice people and that Ronald and Harry Potter were best friends. With a sigh, Dobby finished cleaning the dishes and walked back to his cupboard under the stairs. Little did Harry Potter know how alike they were. His room did not contain many belongings and most of them were filthy. There was a rack of two pillowcases for him to wear and there was a small pile fabric and rags that Dobby slept on each night. He had a little container full of personal belongings and in the corner there was a box of supplies that Dobby used every day. He sorted through it, because this was where his clean bandage had come from, and found three new tins of Pumpkin Soup, a whole new first aid kit, a new pillowcase to wear and a small crotchet blanket. Dobby stared in awe. Never had he gotten such luxuries and this again caused him to wonder where it had come from. Just as he was turning around to lay the blanket on the pile of rags, which was used as a bed, he noticed a note stuck to the box.

Just trying to make life slightly more comfortable-N.M

Hey sorry for the wait. I wrote this chapter and then it deleted oops :/

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