Dobby's Hyper Day
Just a quick one-shot to practice my dictation and editing. I'm still working on getting it right. If there are mistakes, please point them out to me.
If you can think of things that Dobby would do on a day, he was hyped up on espresso, let me know, I'll add it in. Maybe. If I think it's appropriate.
I hope you enjoy it.
Anything you recognize doesn't belong to me. I got this prompt from WhosThisGeek off Reddit.
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It was a calm day at Grimmuald Place and then it happened. It started out so simple. Then things started flying everywhere. They were all finishing breakfast when the plates started flying off the table of their own accord. If they were flying in an orderly manner, it would have been okay, but they were flying erratically everywhere.
"Dobby, what do you think you're doing?" Harry asked as he stopped a plate from hitting him on the head. He knew it was his house elf because the two elves split the chores. Kreacher cooked and Dobby cleaned. It had been an ongoing battle when they first came together.
Harry had talked Sirius into hiring Dobby. Kreacher had been appalled. He didn't want to think he was too old, and that he couldn't handle the house by himself. But he was too old, and Dobby was young. So they had split the chores, Kreacher had the least taxing chores and Dobby had the most taxing ones. Kreacher was adamant that he did not give up cooking.
Then they had to fight with Molly. She was obstinate that the kids got to clean when she said they had to. That had been a whole other fight. Sirius finally settled that one by stating that this was his house and elves were the ones to do the chores, and if she wanted the kids to do something, she could have them do their homework.
Right now, in the house, it was him, Sirius, Remus and Tonks. The Weasleys are also there. With Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George. Hermione was supposed to show up later. The house was also being used to host the Order of the Phoenix at their meetings. But nobody else was there right now. Which was a good thing. Because Dobby seems to have lost his mind.
"Dobby is getting dishes done," the elf said. All the dishes that had been on the table were flying everywhere. Everybody at the table was ducking and trying to get out of the way, but people were getting hit on the head and other parts of their body. Many people were crying out in pain. Wands were out and shields were up. There were yells of frustration, as Molly tried to stop the dishes from being broken.
"Dobby, stopped that this instant!" Harry commanded as he grabbed a plate from taking his head off, using a voice that he never used with Dobby. They had agreed that he would not order Dobby unless he absolutely had to. This seemed to be one of those times.
Suddenly all the plates came crashing down, breaking instantly. It was a loud, shattering sound and everybody covered their ears. It was better than them trying to decapitate them. There was a mad exodus to the door. Everybody wanted to get away from the crazy house elf.
"Dobby is being very sorry," cried the elf. He clicked his fingers and the broken glass all disappeared. As did all the glasses and silverware. There was nothing left on the table at all, even the runner had gone.
"Dobby, what has gotten into you?" Harry asked, going up to his little friend. He knelt down to the little guy's level, and he searched his face. There was something very wrong with Dobby today.
"Dobby is not understanding. He is being very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, hyper," he said, vibrating in place, like it was almost painful to stand still. His ears were twitching and even his nose was moving back and forth in random directions. His lips were twerking, and his eyes were blown wide. His fingers were dancing, and his toes were clinching. There wasn't a part on the poor guy's body that wasn't moving.
"I can see that, but do you know why?" Harry asked. He was getting very worried over this. Was it a house elf disease? Did he need to get Dobby to a healer? Did they even have house elf healers?
"Dobby is doing nothing but drinking what the Wheezy twins is giving him," the elf stated, looking at said twins.
"I see," Harry said, looking at the twins with an evil eye. They had the good graces to look ashamed. "And just what did you give my elf?" he asked, a threat of retribution in his tone.
"We didn't mean any harm," Fred said, holding up his hand in a nonthreatening manner.
"We just wanted to see what would happen," George continued, mimicking his brother's gesture.
"Honestly, we didn't think he'd act like this," Fred said, waving to the still vibrating Dobby.
"I don't know what to do now," George continued, putting a thoughtful hand to his chin.
"Maybe we should give him a calming draught," Fred said, looking at his twin with a calculating look.
"Or something," George agreed, nodding along.
"Perhaps some marijuana," the first twin said, thinking hard.
"That's an idea," the second one said, pulling out a baggie.
"I don't want you giving anything to my elf," said Harry, hugging the shaking elf to him protectively, making George put his baggie away.
"Dobby is doing very fine. He is being super excited to be cleaning," Dobby said, extracting himself from the hug as he started cleaning up the dining area of the kitchen again. It became sparkling clean within seconds. And he popped away before Harry could say anything.
"I don't know what I should do with you two," Harry said, glaring at the lookalikes. They were always experimenting on those that didn't deserve it. Like Ron and now Dobby. He wasn't going to let them give Dobby pot to see if that counteracted whatever they had given the hyper elf.
"Honestly, we're really sorry," Fred said, and he did look contrite.
"You should be," said Harry, his tone and face was unforgiving. Sometimes they just took things too far. Suddenly, before he could reprimand them further, all the clothes in the house appeared on the kitchen table. "I wonder what he's up to now," he said, noting that these were not all his clothes. There were dresses and adult clothing in there.
"Dobby is cleaning all the clothes in the house," the elf said, popping in and clicking his fingers. "I is going to be making sure they is all clean. I is also going to be making sure that they is all fitting," Dobby said as he continued snapping his fingers and doing who knows what. It didn't seem to be affecting the pile of clothing, so Harry had no idea what he was snapping about.
"But, Dobby, most of these are not my clothes," the dark-haired teen protested. He didn't want Molly to get upset with him. Most of the house had left the kitchen when the dishes had stopped flying. It was just him and the twins here.
"Dobby is understanding that. But that does not mean Dobby cannot be taken care of them. These people are being a master's house. They is being Dobby's responsibility," Dobby said, wagging his finger at Harry.
"Actually, it's Sirius' house," Harry countered, knowing it might not do any good.
"He is being your dogfather. It is being the same thing," Dobby said, snapping his fingers again and going about his cleaning.
"If you say so, Dobby. I'm not going to stop you. Do you wanna calming draught?" Harry asked, hoping the elf took one, though he didn't know if wizarding draughts worked on elves. He still wasn't going to give him weed.
"No," Dobby said, clicking his fingers. "Dobby is feeling like he can clean the entire house this whole day." He snapped them again and suddenly the ceiling was clean of all cobwebs and dust. Harry hadn't even known it was dirty until it was clean.
"Are you sure?" he asked one more time.
"Master Harry is very kind to Dobby, but Dobby is just fine," the elf said, reaching over and patting Harry's hand in a condescending manner. His fingers were still trembling and there was a tremor in his ears, but his voice was steady.
"If you're sure," Harry said with a sigh. There was little he could do short of forcing it on him.
Dobby just gave him a smile and popped away. Suddenly all the clothes started sorting themselves. They went in piles of colors, and whites, and stripes, and polka dots. They went from dirty to clean, to starched, to folded or flat for hanging. Harry picked one folded shirt up and clicked it on the table. It made a thunking noise.
"I think Dobby used a bit too much starch," he stated, striking it on the table again. Thunk, thunk, thunk.
"I think you may be right," Fred said, holding up a pair of trousers that were stiff as a board. He stood them up and they stayed standing.
"I don't know how we're going to be able to wear those," George said, laughing his arse off. He picked up a robe and tried to put his arm in the sleeve to no avail.
"There's got to be some kind of spell to soften them," Harry said, putting the shirt back on the table. It just made that thunking sound and rattled a bit.
"We'll ask Mum," the twins said, in their twin speak.
Good idea," the younger boy said, moving towards the door. He needed to find his elf. He didn't want to call him to him. The elf didn't seem inclined to listen to him today.
With that, they parted ways. The twins had homework to do. Unseen by them, Dobby was cleaning the entire house. In all the years that it had been standing, Grimmuald Place had never been so clean.
Kreacher, the old house elf, tried to stop Dobby, but he was too old and too tired to catch up with the younger elf. Especially, since the younger elf was much more hyper than he was.
"Ha, ha, ha. Dobby cannot be caught today," Dobby said as he popped into a parlor, and cleaned the drapes. They were like new and the design on them could be seen for the first time in decades. It was a floral pattern of large pink roses with a black background.
"Yous come back here, you naughty little elf," Kreacher said, popping in behind him and trying in vain to grab the bouncing elf. Dobby bounced to the other side of the room and cleaned the chair there. It was a black chair with green trim, that would not look out of place in the Slytherin common room.
"Yous cannot catch me, you old decrepit elf," Dobby taunted, popping away to the dining room. Where he straightened some old chairs that had been on their last legs.
"This is being my house. Yous cannot clean this house," Kreacher mumbled, as he popped into the dining room and grabbed at the hyper elf again, and again he missed as Dobby moved to clean the silver in the curio cabinet. It was all goblin silver, and it cleaned beautifully. The cursed objects didn't clean, and Dobby frowned at them, making a mental note to tell his master about them later.
"Yous just cannot catch me. Dobby will do whatever he wishes. Dobby is a free elf," the younger elf stated at the top of his lungs, making a few people in the house look up from what they were doing. Harry went towards the voice. He'd get there too late. Dobby popped away again.
"I will tell the masters on you," Kreacher threatened when he caught up with him in Sirius' room, where Dobby was making the bed. He also cleaned the posters of the half-naked women on the walls, though they were so old that they almost crumbled. They were muggle and not magical, so they didn't hold up as well as their magical counterparts.
"My boss wants this house cleaned," Dobby said, waving the threat away, snapping his fingers and cleaning the rug that was in tatters. It repaired itself and was bright gold once again.
"This is being my house," the older elf mumbled again, once more reaching for the younger elf. He just got ahold of Dobby when Dobby popped away.
"Ha, ha, ha, you cannot catch Dobby today," the hyper Dobby said, yelling for all to hear.
And the chase went on. Dobby snapping his fingers and cleaning as he went.
"You know," Harry said, "you never did tell me what you gave Dobby." He leaned out the door to see if he could catch sight of his hyper elf and see what he was up to.
"It was some espresso," Fred said, tilting his head to his side and chuckling at something Dobby said to Kreacher. "Hermione told us what it was. She uses it sometimes to help her get through her summer homework."
"There's a shop just down the road," George offered as an explanation. "We popped down this morning and grabbed some," he added, chuckling at the elves' commentary.
"And just how much did you give my elf?" Harry asked as he listened to the elves chase each other around the house.
"It comes in one tiny, itty-bitty cup. So, we gave him a double shot. We didn't think it would affect him this badly," George said, holding up his hands in a 'we meant no harm' manner.
"Do you know how much caffeine is in one of those itty-bitty cups?" The dark-haired teen asked, his eyes narrowed threateningly.
"No," The twins said, cringing back at the intense look in the other boy's eyes. Harry usually was laid back and easygoing, but right now he looked mean.
"A lot," Harry said, not sure himself. Well, he knew a cup of coffee had more, but espresso was concentrated. "You have actively given a small, tiny body two cups of coffee. I hope you're proud of yourself."
"Don't worry, Harry, we'll make it right," Fred said, a calculating look in his eyes.
"We'll make it up to the little guy somehow," George agreed, his eyes matched his twins. And with that the twins left.
Harry wasn't sure how much he and Kreacher could last with the hyper Dobby. He seemed to be bouncing all over the house. Sure, the house is getting cleaner than it has ever been, but he was getting it too clean in some places. There was wallpaper missing from the walls. Some of the floors had been stripped completely clean of wax and everything. There were clothes missing from some of the portraits. They were in their skivvies. The owls had taken off because the roosts were so clean.
Suddenly Dobby appeared behind Harry and froze him stiff. He lifted him up and took him to the loo. There, he stood him in front of a mirror with his back to it, examining him from front to back.
"Dobby is thinking Harry Potter is needing a haircut," the elf said, still looking his master over.
"What? Dobby, no," Harry said, trying in vain to move. His mouth was the only thing he could, and he was trying to get the house elf to listen to him without flat out ordering him to leave him alone. He promised him that he would not do that when he hired him on. This morning had been the exception.
"Yes, Dobby is thinking that Harry Potter is very much needing a haircut. Harry Potter must be looking nice for the ladies," Dobby said, winking his overly large eyes at the boy. That was creepy.
"Dobby, please don't do this," Harry pleaded, though it wasn't wholeheartedly. What harm could a haircut do?
"Dobby needs Harry Potter to be quiet now." And with the snap of his finger, Harry was silenced. He turned Harry around, so he looked in the mirror.
Harry could only remain frozen as he watched Dobby practically shave off his hair. It actually wasn't a bad haircut, but it did show off his scar and that was something Harry did not want.
Dobby looked at his handiwork, nodded his head and released Harry. And then he snapped his fingers and popped away.
Well, at least it's not a bad haircut. Harry said. He ran his fingers through his short hair and left the bathroom. Little did he know that Dobby was going to do this to the whole household. He had just started with Harry Potter.
As he went through his day, he could hear the protest of some of the residents. The loudest being Sirius. When he saw them, he could only conclude that Dobby missed his calling as a hairdresser.
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"Harry Potter, sir, Dobby is being needing your keys," Dobby said as he bounced in place like a Mexican jumping bean. He was still so very hyper from the coffee he had drank this morning. It didn't look like it was gonna wear off for days.
"What do you need my keys for?" the dark-haired boy asked, not sure he wanted to give his key up to the elf in his state of mind. It wasn't that he didn't trust Dobby, but the way he was acting, he would probably buy up the entire store of whatever he was trying to buy.
"Dobby is wanting to wallpaper the whole house," Dobby said, making wide hand motions as if to encompass the whole house over and over and over again.
"Why do you need my keys for that? This is not my house," Harry wanted to know. He had a funny feeling that his godfather was trying to play a prank on him. Well, he was going to show that man he wasn't going to fall for it. This was not his house, and he wasn't going to pay for its repairs.
"Harry Potter, sir's godfather said that he wants the house repapered. He is saying he cannot find his key and his godson would be more than happy to pay for it. So Dobby is being needing Harry Potter sir's keys," the elf said, holding out his hand and vibrating with the need to be doing something.
"You go tell my godfather that if he wants his house redone, he has to pay for it himself," the teen said, folding his arms over his chest and looking at the elf with a very firm look and holding his eyes steady. He was not going to fold.
"But Harry Potter, sir, Dobby is being wanting to repair the house," Dobby said, tears almost filling his eyes. He didn't understand his boss was telling him no. His boss almost never told him no.
"Dobby, I need you to calm down. And I need you to go tell Sirius, that if he wants the house to be repapered, then he needs to pay for it himself," Harry said, knelling down to Dobby's level.
"Yes sir, Harry Potter, sir." And with that Dobby popped away.
Harry put the whole thing out of his mind and went to finish his homework off. About an hour later, new wallpaper started to appear on the library walls. And it wasn't anything like the paper that had been there before, which was quite nice floral paper, even if it was a bit dark. No, it was bright pink paper showing up on the wall. Harry got up and started to walk down the hallway to look and see if there was anything else being put up. There was, purple paper was put on the hallway walls.
He went to the kitchen and a garish green that was so blinding it hurt your eyes was put on the walls there.
"Sirius, you can't be serious. Why are you putting this wallpaper up on the wall?" Harry asked, putting a hand over his eyes to keep the blinding wallpaper from hurting them. He blinked a few times and then lowered his hand, adjusting to the blinding wallpaper.
"First of all, I'm always serious. Second of all, are you kidding? This is great. This place was so depressing before. Look at it now. It's bright and cheerful," Sirius said, grinning like a fool and looking around the room like it was the greatest thing he'd ever done.
"Sirius, this is crazy. People are gonna go barmy just looking at it," the teen said, his eyes still watering just looking at it.
"I like it," Sirius said, though his eyes were squinting at the glare.
"You just like it because it makes your house look less depressing. Shouldn't you be finding a way to get yourself free instead of brightening up the house?" Harry said, trying to get the man to do something besides prank. There were times he wondered if the man was ever going to grow up. Sure, he could understand that Azkaban had done something to rattle his brain, but still, he should be doing something to free himself.
"Oh, come on, pup, don't be like that," the dogman said, his face falling a bit. "You know, there isn't anything I can do until I find Pettigrew," Sirius said, tearing up a little bit, then he looked around at the bright garish green paper and smiled. He really did think this was a great wallpaper.
"Well, have you even been looking for him?" Harry asked, even though he knew the answer. Sirius was pretty much a prisoner in this house, Dumbledore never let him go anywhere. Sometimes it annoyed him how much power that old man had over everybody. Even himself. He was going to have to figure out a way to remove that power. But that was a problem for another day. Today he had to worry about Dobby and Sirius.
"He's with old Snake Face. Do you know where Snake Face is?" Sirius asked sarcastically.
"Probably at Malfoy's house," Harry answered very seriously. From where he'd seen in the last vision he had, Voldemort probably was at Malfoy's house. That was the only logical location for the man to be. He didn't understand why nobody thought of that before.
"I know where Malfoy lives. Maybe I should go look for him there," the dog man said, still being completely sarcastic. He had no intentions of sneaking off to Malfoy's place.
"Not by yourself, I hope," the teen said, taking the man completely serious. He did not know how screwed up Sirius was in the head. Anybody who decorated their house in bright pinks, purples and greens couldn't be right in the head anyway. In his opinion.
"Maybe I'll have your hyper house elf go now. He used to be a Malfoy elf," the older man said, though this time a bit more seriously. He had been watching that elf bounce around the house all day long. There might be something to this plan.
"I don't think I want you to have my elf put himself in danger like that," Harry said. He was getting a little peeved that everybody wanted to use his elf for things that were dangerous to him.
"Why don't we ask him? Hey, Dobby!" Sirius called out to the air, knowing the elf would hear him.
"Yes, Harry Potters dogfather, sir," Dobby said, popping in like he couldn't wait for what else this man had him do. He thought all these wallpapers were wonderful. They brightened up the place so much and made him so much more hyper than he already was. It was great.
"Can you still get into Malfoy Manor?" Sirius asked, getting down and looking at the little elf's face. Excitement danced in his eyes.
"Yes, sir, Harry Potter's dogfather, sir," the little guy said, matching excitement danced in his overly large eyes.
"Wait," Harry said, but was ignored.
"There is a man there that can turn into a rat. Do you think you can find him?" Sirius said in a stage whisper. He leaned forward and got close to Dobby's ear, as if he were telling him a great secret.
"Dobby can be trying," the elf said, winking a large eye at the man. And with that, he popped away. He returned five minutes later with a rat in a cage.
"That was quick," Sirius said, taking the rat from the elf. He looked into the cage and said. "Hello, Peter."
The rat scurried to the back of the cage and started squeaking in terror. Sirius viciously shook the cage. The rats started squeaking more. Harry, not wanting to see Sirius kill the rat, took the cage from him, and put it on the table. He smacked Sirius' hand, when he tried to take the cage again.
"Leave it," the teen said, smacking his hand one more time. "Well, there you are, dogfather oh mine. Take that rat to somebody and get yourself free."
"I think I'll hand him over to Tonks," Sirius said, glaring at the cage one more time, like he wanted nothing more to do than take that rat and snap its neck and throw it in the river. But he knew he couldn't do it because if he didn't have the rat, he wouldn't be free, and he'd be stuck in this house forever. Even with the garish wallpaper, he would go crazy.
"Where is she anyway?" Harry asked, having not seen Tonks since this morning.
"Probably at work. She is an Auror. That's why I'm going to hand the rat to her," Sirius said, still staring menacingly at the rat.
"Do you really think this will get you free?" Harry asked. He really had his doubts about what would and wouldn't set his godfather free. The Ministry had not instilled a great sense of justice in him. After seeing Hagrid put in jail without a trial, and hearing his godfather had been put in jail without a trial, he didn't know what to believe about the ministry.
"You bet your arse I do. I know you don't have faith in the ministry, but I have faith in Amelia Bones, and she is the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We used to date back in the day before I got arrested. She's a fair and even person. I have faith in her," Sirius said. He put a cloth over the rat, so he didn't stare at it anymore and that really eased the temptation to kill it.
"Well, I'm glad you have somebody you can trust," Harry said. Then he turned to his elf. "Thank you, Dobby, for being such a great elf." He went over and gave a hug to the still vibrating elf, and he wondered when this coffee was going to wear off and if the poor elf was going to crash when it did.
"Dobby is very happy for being doing it." And with that he popped away. Probably to finish putting up the rest of the tacky wallpaper.
Harry looked around the kitchen again at the bright green wallpaper and shook his head. "Are you gonna keep this wallpaper up after you're free?"
"I'm probably going to burn this place down as soon as I'm free," his godfather stated, looking at the house with disdain.
"What about the Order of the Phoenix?" the teen asked, looking at him with wonder. Sure, he knew he had bad memories about this place, but was he really going to burn it down?
"They can find someplace else to have as headquarters. Or I'll let them keep it as headquarters and live someplace else. Either way, I'm not staying here. This place holds some really bad memories for me and I'm going to get out of here as soon as I possibly can. And if I'm free, I'm going to live wherever the hell I want to," he said, still looking around the room in disdain.
"Oh. Well, whatever you do, don't have Dobby do my room," Harry said, changing the subject from what was obviously a sore subject to his godfather. He knew if for some odd reason the Dursleys left him #4 Privet dr. that he would not want to stay there either.
"Too late," his godfather said, laughing as he got up and left the room.
"Dammit, Sirius," Harry said, running to his room to see what it looked like. His godfather had lied, Dobby had done nothing to his room.
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So the very hyper Dobby spent the rest of the day wallpapering and painting the house. He buzzed and buzzed and buzzed from room to room to room doing the redecorating. He didn't get in anybody's way and Kreacher finally quit chasing him down. The poor house self finally tuckered himself out and crashed hard. It was just as dinner was about to be served, and the poor elf's eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he completely passed out. It was a good thing there was nothing in his hands because he just… crashed.
"I hope you're happy with yourselves," Harry said to the twins as he rushed over to his house elf and picked him up into his arms, bridal style.
"We're really sorry, Harry. We will never do it again," the twin said together in their twin speak. They had exact looks of contrite on their faces. You couldn't tell them apart if you wanted to. They did look as if they were very, very sorry for what they had done, even if they did find it funny to have Dobby buzzing around the house all day long.
"You shouldn't be experimenting with anybody!" their mother yelled at them. She was standing with her hands on her ample hips. She would lean forward, getting in their faces as if she was going to yell at them even more.
"Well, we certainly won't be experimenting with house elves anymore, that's for sure," George said, brushing off his mother, as he'd done a million times before. He was an adult now and he really didn't want to listen to her yelling at him.
"You shouldn't be experimenting with anybody!" she yelled at them again, taking a deep breath to start up a tirade.
"How will we be able to test our products if we can't test our products?" Fred asked, looking at the woman as if she had lost her mind. How are they going to make their money if they can't test their products? Then again, she wanted them to work at the Ministry and have nice safe jobs. Well, they weren't about to have that, they had their ingenious minds to live off of.
"At the very least, get consent," Harry said, remembering when they swelled Dudley's tongue up without asking him, and that was funny at the time, but now that he thought of it, it was very close to bullying. And mugglebaiting. That was something he didn't want to remember the twins for. If they ask consent and had signed contracts, then that would be better in the long run, and probably less lawsuits for them too.
"We can do that," Fred said, tone and face softening as he looked at poor Dobby just lying there in his master's arms. He was really very sorry that he had given the poor elf espresso.
"We're adults now and we can understand contracts, but we won't be doing that to house elves anymore. We promise," George said, his face matched his twins. They had never intended for Dobby to get as bad as he did. They just wanted to see if the little elf got a little hyper. Not bouncing off the walls hyper.
"Well, I'm going to get Dobby to bed," Harry said. And with that he picked Dobby up and took him to his room and laid him down on his bed. He didn't know where the elves slept at night because that was something they liked to keep secret, and he wanted to let them keep it that way, because it was their own private space, and he had no business knowing where it was. So for right now, he could share Harry's bed.
Kreacher popped in and said he could take Dobby to his bed and Harry said no, he'd keep him here. He wanted to keep an eye on him.
"Dobby's master is too kind to the free elf," Kreacher mumbled in that cruel way of his. He sat there in his dirty pillowcase and his filthy face, just mumbling nasty things under his breath.
"He is a good elf," said Harry, leaving the words 'unlike you' left unsaid.
"He is a menace," said the older viler elf.
"I don't know why you don't like him. He just cleaned the entire house for you," the teen said, tucking Dobby's hand under the blanket. A bit concerned about how pliant it was. The whole body was just floppy.
"He should not be cleaning Kreacher's house. What if he had gotten into things, that would have hurt him?" the old elf asked in an almost normal tone of voice. Which was almost yelling for him.
"He knows better than to do things like that," said Harry, still trying to make his elf comfortable. Even though he didn't think Dobby would care in the state he was in.
"Yous does not be knowing what you was talking about," said the old elf and he popped away.
"Oh well, I'm never going to get that elf to like me," said Harry as he tucked Dobby into his bed one last time and then he went back down to eat his dinner. He was just glad that this hyper day was over.