Chap. 58: A plan with Dobby, Dobby at the MoM, visiting the WWW, Malfoy Manor, St. Mungo's, and home.

Daphne had just entered her dorm after showering that morning, where she found Dobby collecting her clothes from the day before.

"Dobby, dear," Daphne said, who was wrapped from shoulders to thigh in a large pink towel, "why wait until the mornings, now, to collect my clothes?"

Of course, Dobby's bottom lip began to tremble.

"The Good Mistress bes calling Dobby, dear, but Dobby doesn't think hes bes deserving it, but Dobby bes proud, he is.

"Dobby bes collecting them in the morning, Mistress, so Dobby can takes them to Winky for laundry."

"Why not just clean them here?" Daphne inquired, as she began laying out her clean clothes while Tracey was still in the shower.

"Because that's not befitting the Good Mistress, Good Mistress Daphne!

"The Hogywarts elveses bes not having the time to do a proper job of it, Mistress, so Dobby, Winky, and Kreacher bes making sure that the Good Mistress and the Great Harry Potter bes taken extra-specials care of, Mistress.

"Winky makes sure all yours clothes bes washed clean, and bes hand-ironed, Mistress. It would makes we elveses feel indignant, Mistress if wes didn't do it."

Daphne couldn't help herself, and smiled, before marching over to Dobby, where she bent over and kissed Dobby on his forehead.

"You're such a wonderful elf, Dobby, and so are Winky and Kreacher."

Here, Dobby dropped the entire armload of clothes, who was at first, shocked, before he wailed out.

"Oh, Good Mistress," Dobby cried with great tears rolling from his huge green tennis-balled size eyes, "yous always bes so kind to poor old Dobby. Yous bes the only one to ever bes fit for the Great Harry Potter, Mistress! No wonder hes being married to you, as no one's better than our Good Mistress!"

Finally, Dobby blew his nose on the clean, white, pillowcase that he wore, and then wiped his eyes before looking up at Daphne in utter adoration.

That was when something hit Daphne. They had never given the secret to Black Manor to any of the three elves.

"Dobby," Daphne asked, "how can you find Black Manor without knowing the secret?"

"Yous wizard's hidey charms not bes working on wes elveses, Mistress, it never has," Dobby explained while picking up her dirty clothes.

"Right," Daphne replied, who was utterly shocked, as she studied Dobby for a moment.

"Dobby," Daphne said, "when you drop off my clothes to Winky, you're to go straight to Harry, no matter where he's at, and tell him about this immediately."

"Has Dobby bes doing something wrong, Mistress?"

"Oh, no, Dobby," Daphne said with a huge smile, which made Dobby stand up proudly, "you did very good. No, Dobby, I think we just saved someone's life, so, off you go."

"Dobby wills be finding the Great Harry Potter, Mistress, as quick as he can!" Here, Dobby disapparated with a slight pop.

Harry was sitting at his desk while looking over the expenditures for Moundsville, which were brought to him by the Minister for Magic, who just happened to be sitting across from him.

When Harry signed off on them and handed them to Rufus, and just before he could speak, Dobby appeared before the two with a slight pop.

"Master?" Dobby said while tugging at one of his ears because Rufus was staring at him.

"What is it, Dobby," Harry quickly asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no sir, Master," Dobby quickly replied, "but Mistress bes sending Dobby to the Great Harry Potter after dropping off her clothes, and she bes saying it bes really important that Dobby bes telling the Great Harry Potter, sir!"

"What do you wish to tell me, Dobby?" Harry asked with a sinking feeling about something being wrong.

"Well, sir," Dobby explained, "Dobby bes telling the Good Mistress that yous alls hidey charms not bes working on wes elveses, sir."

"Hidey charms?" Harry replied.

"You mean, elf," Rufus spoke up, "the Fidelius Charm, I suppose, that hides certain homes?"

Here, Dobby's head began nodding really fast. "Yes, Minister, sir, that's what Dobby bes saying, sir."

"Could you find Malfoy Manor, elf, and still enter it?" Rufus asked.

"Oh, yes sir, Minister, sir, but Dobby wouldn't like to bes doing that. Dobby doesn't like his old master very much, sir."

Here, Dobby started looking for something to bash himself over the head with until Harry said, "Stop, Dobby! You will not be punishing yourself over the Malfoys ever again. Is that clear?"

Dobby wailed out at this, wiped his eyes, and looked up at Harry with adoration. "The Good Master is always being too goods to Dobby, sir."

"Rufus?" Harry inquired.

"We can retrieve Garrick, Harry," Rufus said, "and anyone else being held there. We have a way in.

"Elf," Rufus inquired, "where would Lucius imprison anyone within the manor?"

"That bes in the cellar, Minister, sir," Dobby replied. "It bes down the steps from the entrance hall, sir, where the kitchen, scullery, and laundry bes too, sir."

"Could you apparate me there," Harry quickly asked, "Dobby?"

"Dobby could bes, sir," Dobby answered with a miserable look about him, "but Dobby bes not be liking it, sir."

"We'll need to travel to St. Mungo's, Harry," Rufus said as he stood, "to establish a private place to apparate him into, and to have a private room set up for him under an assumed name."

"Right, right," Harry said as he stood from his desk as well. "Dobby, you did really well, but I want you to go back to the manor, for now, and come when I call you. Got that?"

"Dobby wills bes doing that sir. Anything for the Great Harry Potter, sir!"

Here, Dobby snapped his fingers and apparated away.

Harry looked at Rufus and smirked, "After you, Minister."

After Harry left St. Mungo's and parted ways from Rufus, he quickly made his way to Diagon Alley, and to the WWW. After he entered the shop, Harry made his way through the throng of customers, and over to the counter where Verity was working.

"Where's Fred and George?"

"Oh, hello, Harry," Verity replied, "they're in the back getting a shipment ready for the ministry. Shield cloaks, I believe."

"Really?" Harry replied.

"Oh, yes," Verity said, "they're very popular now with the times we're in."

"Thanks, Verity," Harry replied as he left the counter and waved while making his way to the storeroom.

When Harry walked through the doorway, sure enough, there were Fred and George taping up large cardboard boxes.

"Busy at it, I see," Harry said, which caused the twins to look around.

"Harry!" Both said at once.

"What do you need today?" George asked while looking Harry over to make sure that he wasn't carrying something really dangerous for another project.

"Time is money, mate," Fred followed up.

"Uhm, did you ever get those special decoy detonators finished that I ordered?"

"Why, yes, we did, Harry," George replied, and dropped the tape.

"Yes," Fred finished, "they're just behind you on the shelves; all one hundred of them."

Harry turned to look, and sure enough, two shelves were holding what looked like round, black, hockey pucks. Here, he picked one up and studied it.

"How do they work?" Harry inquired.

"Well, you set the red one off first," George replied as he pointed to a red one on the bottom of a stack.

"Right," Fred continued, "and it sets off the other ninety-nine."

"How do you do it?" Harry asked as he dug the red one out, and slipped it into his pocket.

"Just tip your wand to it, and say 'go,'" George replied.

"And to stop them," Fred said, "you say 'pots now.'

"Pots?"

"That's stop spelled backward," George explained.

"Yea, it's a password so simple," Fred said with a snigger," that nobody will ever figure it out."

Harry had to snigger at that as well.

"How do they work?" Harry asked.

"Well," George explained, "they're a combination between a multi-use stink bomb and a very large loudspeaker which hides itself with a Disillusionment Charm in a dark corner. Once you trigger them, they set themselves off when they hear conversation or themselves caterwauling about."

"There are five small canisters of ammonium sulfide in each," Fred said, "though one only goes off if someone tries to clear the air, another follows it. While this is happening, those two 45 records, and the tape you made, which you gave to Lee, will play from all of them in the order that you wanted."

"Window-shattering sounds, they will," George said, "and those stink bombs won't stop until the victim has cleared the air five-hundred times."

"What's it smell like?" Harry asked.

"Like a combination of sewer gas, shite, farts, and rotten eggs," Fred said through his chortle. "Ammonium sulfide, Harry, quickly decomposes into hydrogen sulfide gas, which is what makes farts stink, you see."

"How big of an area?"

"One small canister is enough to pollute a large manor house," George replied.

"That'll do it," Harry replied with a smirk. "How long will they last?"

"If not disabled or destroyed..." George said.

"About a month in a building saturated with magic," Fred finished.

"Well," Harry said with an evil smirk, "find me a sack to put these in, will you, and bill Ball Sack for me, yea?"

"Here you are, Harry, ol' chap," George said as he handed Harry an old feed sack while Fred was left sniggering over the old goblin's nickname.

"Dobby!" Harry loudly called out, who was standing in his drawing room dressed in black fatigues. He had just finished informing Bathilda about what he planned to do.

Here, and with a small pop, Dobby appeared.

"Yes, Master, what can Dobby bes getting for the Good Master, sir?"

"Dobby," Harry asked, "are you sure that you know where they might have any prisoners held at Malfoy Manor, and can you apparate there?"

Here, Dobby tugged at his ear and scowled.

"Dobby can bes, Master Harry, but he won't bes liking it, sir!"

"We won't be there long, Dobby, just in and out to free any prisoners."

Here, Dobby nodded and held out his hand for Harry to take, which he did after picking up the feed sack with his free hand.

Dobby and Harry appeared in the stone cellar of Malfoy Manor with a slight pop, where they began looking around for any sign of life while their eyes adjusted to the darkness. That was when both heard a loud moan from what looked to be a pile of rags in a dark corner.

Here, Harry lighted his wand, and he and Dobby made their way over to the corner, where they found Garrick Ollivander, who looked to be on the edge of death. Harry shook his head and kneeled beside the old wandmaker.

"Mr. Ollivander," Harry whispered, "It's me, Harry Potter, and I'm here to free you."

At this, the old wizard opened one eye, and nodded with a rattling cough, while Harry was looking at the shackle on the old man's ankle.

"What's goin' on down there?" Came a loud voice from the top of the stairs in the entry hall.

"Hide," Harry whispered to Dobby and then tapped himself on top of his head with his Mayhaw wand, where he cast a Disillusionment Charm. Harry had found out, through experimentation, that he no longer needed his cloak to become truly invisible, as his wand was powerful enough to cast the required magic which would make that happen. Last, Harry quickly made his way to the door, where he leaned against the wall with his back; wand at the ready.

Harry heard the lock make a clack, and then the door slowly swung open, where light started shining through as a hand holding a wand presented itself.

Harry readied himself, and just as soon as the wizard was through the door, Harry cast a huge stunner, which hit the man in the side of his head, where he fell as a puppet with his strings cut.

Harry looked at the man and found that it was Sylvanus Selwyn, one of the last of Tom's inner circle that they hadn't yet apprehended. Harry scowled at the man as he listened for anyone else, and when he heard nothing, he cast an Incarcerous Hex at the man, where he was tied from top to bottom with rope. Next, Harry fished in his pocket for a magic restraining cuff, which he placed on the man's wrist after parting the rope just enough to access it.

Harry canceled his Disillusionment Charm and made his way back to the old wandmaker where he studied the shackle. Here, and with a quick flick of the Mayhaw wand, the iron rivet in the shackle shrunk, which allowed the shackle to pop open.

"Dobby," Harry loudly whispered.

"Yes, Master Harry?"

"Can you apparate two people at a time?" Harry asked.

"Dobby cans, Master."

"Okay, Dobby," Harry said, "this is what I want you to do. Apparate Mr. Ollivander to a safe place outside the wards, and then come back to get me and Selwyn over there."

"Dobby wills be being right back, sir," Dobby said as he took Ollivander's hand and apparated away.

While Dobby was gone, Harry emptied the feed sack holding the ninety-nine decoy detonators and pulled the special red one from his pocket just as Dobby reappeared.

"All right, Dobby, come over here to take hold of Selwyn but don't say a word after I trigger these gadgets. Next, silently, and after holding onto Selwyn, take my hand and disapparate."

"Yes, Master," Dobby replied as he watched his master tap the red disc with his wand and say, "go."

The disc grew a small set of metal legs and feet, along with the other ninety-nine, which began running about everywhere after Harry sat the red one down, with the majority heading up the stairs to the ground and first floors, as well as to the attic. Here, Dobby grabbed hold of Selwyn, just as he was told, and then Harry's hand, where they apparated to the spot where he'd left Ollivander resting against a large oak tree.

"I'll be with you in just a second, Garrick," Harry said as he looked at Dobby with a proud smile. "You did well, Dobby."

"Thank you, Master Harry!"

"I want you to go back to Hogwarts, now," Harry said, "and continue looking over the girls. If I need you, I will call you again."

"Yes, Master Harry," Dobby said before snapping his fingers and disapparating.

Here, Harry fished out a portkey on a chain from another pocket, which he placed around Selwyn's neck, and he spoke the trigger word. Selwyn disappeared in a flash, where he reappeared in the private portkey and apparation room for the aurors, where he was found quickly. Next, Harry looked around at the ill wandmaker.

"Mr. Ollivander," Harry asked, "can you stand?"

"No," Ollivander said in a wheezing and low voice, "I fear that I'm far too weak, lad."

"All right, then," Harry said as he cast a featherweight charm on the old wandmaker, where he then picked him up in a bridal carry, before turning on his left heel and disapparating.

Harry was worn out, but he still felt good about what he and Dobby had accomplished. Not only did they save Ollivander, but they also captured one of the remaining Death Eaters from Tom's inner circle. Just as Harry was rolling this over in his mind, the door to the old wandmaker's room opened, where Hippocrates Smethwyck, the healer that they had selected, stepped into the hall. At this, Harry stood and cast a privacy charm.

"Healer Smethwyck," Harry inquired, "how is Mr. Johnson?"

Smethwyck couldn't help but smirk at Harry using the old wandmaker's alias.

"He's in a bad way, Lord Potter, and will have to be kept here for some time, I'm afraid. He's very weak and has pneumonia on top of it. Then, there is the cruciatus exposure that he's suffered. It's not good."

"Thank you for being candid, Healer Smethwyck," Harry replied with a sigh as he wiped his hand over his face. "I'll make sure that two aurors are stationed outside his door around the clock.

"Also, do we tell his daughter and son, or should we leave them in the dark for now?"

"I wouldn't tell them yet, My Lord, what with You-Know-Who still on the loose."

"Right, right," Harry said with a nod. "Well, I'll leave him to your capable hands, Healer Smethwyck, as I need to inform Minister Scrimgeour about his condition."

As Harry started to drop the privacy charm, Smethwyck spoke up. "You did a good thing, Lord Potter; really good."

Here, Harry canceled the spell, nodded at the healer, and made his way to the apparation point in the hospital.

After traveling back to the ministry to meet with Rufus, Harry left and made his way home to Black Manor.

After filling Bathilda in on the outcome of everything, and later, after having supper, he made his way to he and his wife's temporary bedroom on the second floor, where he poured himself a glass of Brandy, and crawled into the bed that Kreacher had turned down for him.

After taking a sip of his drink, Harry fished out his mirror, and called out, "Daphne!" It didn't take but a few seconds for her face to appear in his mirror.

"Harry!" Daphne said, who was happy that Harry called until she noticed his tired look and the dark circles starting to appear under his eyes. "Harry, what's wrong, honey, you look tired?"

"I am, dear," Harry replied with a huge yawn. "I've had a very trying day, but it was well worth it, and you sending Dobby to me was quick thinking. We saved, well, you know who, and I captured another from his lot; from the inner circle. I can't say more on here, dear, but I'll tell you everything on Saturday."

"He's safe, then?" Daphne worriedly asked.

"Yes, but he's very ill, dear," Harry explained. "Pneumonia, and cruciatus exposure on top of it. He was too weak to stand."

"What about his children? Have they been told yet?"

"Can't, sweetheart," Harry replied with another yawn, "as we're afraid that them knowing could lead the wrong sort to him."

"When will they be told, then?"

"When You-Know-Who is laying dead at my feet," Harry replied.

"Oh, Harry," Daphne said as she shook her head.

"When you next see Dobby," Harry said, "tell him that he was very brave to do what he did and that we're very proud of him, yea?"

"I will, Harry," Daphne said with a nod. "Will anything be in the papers?"

"Only that one of his was captured, and that'll be it." Here, Harry took another sip of his brandy.

"Harry," Daphne said, looking worried, "those two curses you placed on Flint, well, I did the arithmancy about them, and something didn't add up. What I can find is, those two spells shouldn't be cast together."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Daphne said, "they may not work as you intended them to."

"Just keep an eye on Flint, then, eh?"

"You're really needing some sleep," Daphne said, "aren't you, husband of mine?"

"Yes," Harry said as he finished his drink, "as my eyes are trying to fall shut as I speak."

"I'll go then, Harry," Daphne replied, "and I love you. What you did, today, love, was a very good thing."

"Thanks, and good night, dear," Harry said.

"Good night love," Daphne replied back, where she kissed her mirror and disappeared.

Next, Harry placed his mirror back into the top drawer of his side table, doused the lights, yawned again, and rolled over to go to sleep.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews!

Note: When Bathilda told the story of what happened that Halloween night, it was the way she thought things had occurred then, not as they actually happened, as she didn't know Peter was the secret keeper and thought James was. The charm fell when the house was half-destroyed.