Chapter 8 :)

I don't own Harry Potter

They walked into the stadium and looked all around them.

Hermione couldn't believe how big the place was, of course it would have to be to fit that many people.

She glanced up and saw the night sky.

Pretty. . . . but I think it might rain.

She saw Harry stop and the heard him say,"Dobby!"

Wait. . .Dobby?

The house-elf?

Here?

"Did sir just call me's Dobby?",said the house-elf curiously.

Hermione stared at the house-elf.

Apparently it wasn't Dobby.

From what Harry told her, he was a boy.

Even though it was hard to tell, it seemed like this one was female.

"Oh sorry. . . I just thought you were someone else.",said Harry, scratching the back of his head.

Which Hermione knew he did when he felt embarrassed and or uncomfortable.

"But I knows Dobby sir. I am Winky sir."

Harry opened his mouth to say his name when he was stopped by Winky, who said,"I knows who you are sir. Your Harry Potter."

"Yeah that's me.", he said.

And Hermione silently laughed as she saw him scratch the back of his head again.

She knew for a fact that he hated attention and yet it seemed it was always on him.

"And how is Dobby? How's he like it being free?",asked Harry.

"oh sir. . . I is not sure you did Dobby a favor when you set him free?"

"Why's that? I thought he liked being free?"

"Being free. . . it seems like it's going to his head. He is thinking he deserves so much more. He thinks he should be paid for his work.", said Winky, like it was the most strangest thing she had ever heard.

"Well. . . he should be paid. You all should. You get treated so badly and you do so much with no thanks. You should be able to do what you want. . . go out and have fun. You should have choices.",said Hermione, with excitement.

The others had come up by that point and she felt Fred and George roll their eyes.

She looked up and was surprised to see that Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley nodding in agreement.

Harry seemed to agree too.

Ron and Percy were apparently not listening to the conversation.

"Fun. . . House-elve's should not be having fun. They should be doing what they are told.
Like I is. I is not liking height miss but my master told me to come save master a seat."

She doesn't like heights. . . . and her master has no idea. . . or doesn't care.

People. . . unbelievable.

"Winky is a good house-elf. . . . I do what I is told.",she said, and before anyone could say anything she moved off to sit further down from them.

Hermione shook her head in frustration.

I wish I knew who her master was. . . I'd give him a piece of my mind.

"So that was a House-elf. She was a weird one.",said Ron, shaking his head.

"Yeah well Ronald, not all of us can be as great and normal as you are.",said Hermione, glaring at the boy.

Before an arguement could start they heard,"Well. . . Arthur I didn't know you'd be here.
Why these seats must have set you back a few."

Hermione didn't have to turn to know who was talking.

Lucious Malfoy.

Well here we go again. . . . . . .

R&R please:)