Voldemort descended upon the house elf like a hurricane of darkness.
Countless curses shot at the frail creature at incomprehensible speeds.
Dobby had trained for this however and Sensei Dumbledore was much faster than Foe Voldemort.
"Mantis Dodge!" Dobby shouted.
He whirled around and his thin arms and legs bent at awkward angles, avoiding the lethal beams of energy.
His feet kept him in constant motion as he sprinted across the floor.
"Fool creature!" Voldemort sneered, "You think you can avoid the wrath of Voldemort for long?"
"Dobby does not fear death!" Came the small creature's reply.
"You should." Voldemort cackled high and cold, "I can tell you are adept in the art of Krav Maga."
"Indeed!" Dobby squeaked, "Sensei Dumbledore says that Dobby is his strongest pupil!"
Voldemort laughed once more, and Dobby felt an uncontrollable shiver run down his spine.
"Pathetic!" He said sending more curses in Dobby's direction.
Dobby teleported above Voldemort and launched himself downwards, his infant sized foot axing down at Voldemort's nose barren face.
"WOODPECKER DRILL KICK!" Dobby screamed shrilly.
But his foot stopped.
Voldemort peered around his hand and sneered.
Dobby's gum-ball sized heel was caught between Voldemort's index finger and his middle finger.
"You should really know better than to shout your attack before it hits." He mocked Dobby.
He threw Dobby to the side with a flick of the wrist.
The house elf slammed into the wall and being extremely light just bounced off.
"But," the Dark Lord continued, "If that is how you wish to do this, so be it!"
Voldemort grasped his cloak by the shoulder and tore it off his body.
Dobby gasped as he saw what it revealed.
Voldemort was shirtless, showing off his enormous, gleaming muscles. His ten pack abs were obviously hard to the touch and his biceps looked like they could shatter stone.
His pectorals shone with brilliance as the setting sun's red light reflected off the Dark Lord's body.
Dobby moved his eyes downwards.
His leg muscles were so well defined and shiny that Dobby had to squint his eyes. His calves were large and well muscled, but not too muscled that it would lower Voldemort's dexterity.
Covering his modesty, were a pair of black boxer shorts.
Dobby gulped audibly.
"DOBBY MUST ADMIT THAT DOBBY UNDERESTIMATED LORD VOLDEMORT." Dobby said, "BUT DOBBY WILL NOT YIELD NO MATTER WHAT THREAT DOBBY FACES!"
"Very brave," Voldemort said, a smirk on his lips, "Or foolish!"
He moved into a stance that was unfamiliar to Dobby. The house elf knew he had to be wary. The unknown was a dangerous terrain.
"Come at me, elf." Voldemort said with a disgusted tone. "Show Lord Voldemort what your weak master taught you."
Dobby jabbed his finger at Voldemort, his voice shaking in anger, "SENSEI DUMBLEDORE IS MORE POWERFUL THAN VOLDEMORT COULD EVER BE!"
"Prove it then." The Dark Lord challenged.
Dobby knew that to charge in blindly was foolish, but it took him serious effort not to rise to the bait.
The two combatants began to circle each other in the ruin of Malfoy Mansion.
Voldemort's curses had destroyed all of the upper levels and left craters in the floor, some leading to the basement below.
The few walls that were left standing were tougher than their brethren and remained tall and proud.
The wallpaper and paint had been shredded though, leaving the enchanted brick beneath to be exposed.
The pair found themselves next to one such wall and knew, at once, that now was the time to strike.
Voldemort feinted a punch and when Dobby raised his arms to deflect it, the Dark Lord shot out with a low kick that completely swept Dobby's legs out from under him.
Dobby's side hit the ground and, predicting an attack, teleported to a standing position twenty feet away.
Voldemort grinned evilly, his fist rose from the small hole in the ground he had just punched and advanced on Dobby.
"Come now, peasant!" Voldemort taunted, "Is this the best you can do?"
Voldemort launched a flurry of feints to distract Dobby.
The house elf ducked and weaved desperately as though each attack were going to hit.
Dobby cannot tell which attacks are real and which ones are feints. He is playing with Dobby! Dobby realized.
Maybe Dobby should not have skipped the class on feints to help Harry Potter with the Triwizard Tournament.
Voldemort's barrage continued, each attack pulled back just before it would hit or be deflected.
Dobby retreated step by step, and ended up being forced to teleport again to the opposite side of the room.
"Oh, running away are we?" The Dark Lord sneered.
Dobby sniffed and leapt forward into action.
His HAMSTER BALL INFINITY KICK was deflected with a muscled arm and Dobby's second front kick was avoided entirely.
Dobby moved to swipe the legs, but Voldemort hopped a few inches up and sent a Crane Kick into Dobby's chest.
The house elf flew once again, this time into a tree just outside of the manor.
Dobby stood up and wiped his mouth where a line of blood had erupted.
"VOLDEMORT IS VERY STRONG BUT DOBBY DOES NOT FEAR HIM!" He declared, healing his injury with a snap.
Dobby teleported to Voldemort's left side and struck his arm with the same attack that he used to fell Bellatrix
"ONE HUNDRED DAYS OF-"
"CHICKEN PECKS!" Voldemort interrupted.
He swept his arms back, avoiding Dobby's cobra strikes and held his fingers so they all touched each other. Then, he jabbed Dobby with his hands, battering the small elf with a thousand "pecks". Dobby grimaced and healed himself again, teleporting a few dozen feet in front of Voldemort.
Wait! Dobby finally recognizes Voldemort's stance!
"Dobby grudgingly accepts that Voldemort is an accomplished fighter!" Dobby grudgingly accepted.
"By the look on your face, it seems you finally understand what you are fighting against! I, Lord Voldemort, am a Master of the ANCIENT ART OF MUAY THAI!"
The dark lord cackled at Dobby, who responded by raising his chin a half inch in defiance.
The opponents charged each other.
They met over a crater. Voldemort raised his elbows to attack Dobby from above and knock him into the hole, but Dobby grabbed the elbow instead and flipped onto Voldemort's back.
His momentum sent the dark lord to the floor, away from the pit.
Dobby had to admit that Voldemort's back muscles were just as impressive as the ones in front.
"DOBBY THINKS THAT VOLDEMORT MAY SPEND TOO MUCH TIME IN THE GYM!"
Voldemort snarled and grabbed Dobby by one of his dangling feet.
Dobby yelped as he was roughly pulled away from his frog position on Voldemort's back.
"Filth." Voldemort scoffed. "How dare you touch the well defined back of Lord Voldemort!"
Dobby spent that moment to bend his upper body to his feet and break Voldemort's grip.
Voldemort sent his knee up to strike Dobby as he fell, but the house elf was cleverer than that.
Dobby snap teleported behind the dark lord and struck him five times in his rock hard muscles.
Voldemort snarled as white hot pain exploded across the skin of his back and attacked, growling when he miscalculated a backhand that swept over Dobby's ears.
Dobby grimaced, he knew that if that attack had landed he might not have gotten back up.
The two continued to battle ferociously, a whirlwind of kicks, punches, feints and elbow strikes were sent, deflected and avoided.
Eventually, Dobby started to flag, the attacks he couldn't dodge he had to deflect and at least some of the raw power behind each strike made its impact on Dobby.
"You are starting to bore Lord Voldemort." Voldemort said, stepping back and breaking the combat circle.
Dobby caught his breath and restored his stamina with a potion he pulled from his pillowcase as Voldemort shut his eyes tightly and flung his arms away from him.
"OOOOOOOORRRRRAAAAAAAAAGH!" Voldemort screamed as pure light and energy emanated from his body.
Dobby watched as his skin slowly took on a silvery sheen.
The light faded and Voldemort stood a foot taller than before, his once pale grey skin now shining with a metallic glint.
"Try to amuse me ANT!" The Dark Lord commanded.
"DOBBY IS NOT AN ANT, DOBBY IS A HOUSE ELF! PERHAPS VOLDEMORT NEEDS GLASSES TO GO WITH THAT MISSING NOSE!" Dobby replied.
He rushed forward at a speed Dobby had not expected.
"OR MAYBE CONTACTS!" Dobby said just as the first attack struck.
Dobby teleported multiple times to avoid the massive impacts of each elbow, knee and heel strike.
"Hahahahaha!" Voldemort cackled, "Fear Lord Voldemort!"
Dobby panted heavily and stood up straight.
"VOLDEMORT IS NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH TWO FORMS!" Dobby shouted.
Voldemort crossed his arms and stood to the side, waiting patiently with a smirk.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Dobby squeaked as angry red light shot out of his every pore.
The event took all of twenty seconds and by the end of it, Dobby was now an olive color with an electric shade of green.
"NOW DOBBY IS FIGHTING WITH ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF DOBBY'S POWER!"
He backflipped to Voldemort using both heels as weapons aimed for the Dark Lord's head and neck.
Voldemort clenched his jaw as his hands shot up to catch the attacks.
Dobby jumped back off the palms and landed in a sweeping stance.
"VOLDEMORT MUST NOT UNDERESTIMATE HIS OPPONENT FOR DOBBY BELIEVES THAT VOLDEMORT MAY COME TO REGRET IT!"
Dobby then somersaulted at Voldemort's legs, shouting a battle cry.
Voldemort snarled and fell to one knee, trying to get low enough to strike Dobby with one of his elbows.
Dobby avoided the attack just barely, his thin torso low enough to the ground that the attack simply passed over.
Dobby shouted in triumph as his heels struck Voldemort in the shins and his dual palm strikes made contact with his knees.
Voldemort backed up, twin bruises marking his silvery skin.
He seemed to be annoyed.
"Filthy slave." Voldemort scoffed.
"Dobby is a free elf!" Dobby interrupted, lowering his voice from shouting to speaking so he could catch his breath.
"I just have one question for you." The dark lord said.
"Ask your question, Voldemort!" Dobby demanded, furrowing his eyebrows. "Who knows when you will get another chance."
Voldemort's smirk deepened. "Who ever said I only had two forms?"
Dobby's eyes widened as Voldemort threw his arms and head back, screaming into the sky.
Voldemort shrieked with laughter as enormous gouts of magic burst from his body, surrounding him in a pillar of energy that breached the sky.
The yellow beam of light could be seen for miles around displacing massive cumulus clouds in its wake.
Voldemort's face was positively evil as a golden color creeped up from his feet to the top of his bald head.
Dobby, frozen in terror, could do nothing to stop him.
When he finished, Voldemort's skin glowed flush with pure golden light.
"Did you really think," Voldemort said in a smug voice, "That you ever stood a ghost of chance against The Dark Lord Voldemort?"
He vanished in second, reappearing in front of Dobby, holding his flat hand to Dobby's chest.
He curled it into a fist and punched Dobby so hard that he broke clean through two walls before bouncing off the third.
Dobby laid in the shattered brick of the two walls that traveled with him coughing from the impact.
"Dobby…" Dobby tried to say something, but he collapsed into more coughs.
This time, blood poured over his lips.
Dobby could do nothing but watch as the dark lord walked towards him, the walls shattering against him as he moved slowly towards the fallen house elf.
Dobby clicked his fingers and healed his ribs.
Catching his second wind, Dobby flexed his arms and hands.
The little house elf stood up slowly and snapped his fingers a second time to heal the remainder of his injuries.
"Dobby also has something to say." Dobby said, just loud enough for Voldemort to hear.
The gold skinned wizard tossed back his head and laughed, but with his new transformation, it came out more as, "Kakakakakakakakakakakakakakaka!"
He stopped a few feet from Dobby and looked down on him with a mixture of mirth and contempt.
"I don't care what you have to say elf." He scoffed, "Today you fall!"
With that he sent forward a devastating knee strike that Dobby evaded with mere centimeters to spare.
"Don't die TOO quickly!" The dark lord shouted, flinging his elbow at the little house elf.
Dobby, having only barely dodged the first strike, could not move in time and was struck by the elbow.
Voldemort cackled as he felt bone crunch beneath his blow to the jaw.
Dobby teleported behind a nearby wall and healed his broken jawbone.
Voldemort dashed around until he found Dobby and kicked out with the side of his foot.
Dobby ducked under that attack and grabbed the foot, forcing Voldemort off balance.
For the first time in the fight, Voldemort stumbled.
Pressing the advantage, Dobby karate chopped the ankle.
Voldemort shouted in pain and started to pull his leg back.
But, Dobby used this to get within Voldemort's range, and battered his torso with full force punches.
Each strike was strong enough to crumble rock and shatter metal.
Voldemort's skin reddened under the blows and Dobby felt a rib crack.
"Useless, Useless, Useless!" Voldemort shouted, bowing his head and holding one hand to his face in a clawed shape.
He swung sloppily with his arm, and Dobby dodged the wild attack, confused.
Voldemort then moved as though he was going to strike with a full force side kick. Dobby moved to deflect it, but realized too late that it was a feint!
Voldemort kept his leg pulled back and spun around, backhanding Dobby in the chest with the combined force of his leg and chest muscles adding incredible torque to his attack.
Dobby felt his body break.
Instead of flying this time, he spun erratically around before collapsing on the cracked floor.
"Well, it seems that you failed to defeat me." Voldemort said, crouching low as he spoke to the fallen house elf, "To absolutely no surprise."
He raised his fist, and began the downward attack.
Dobby coughed weakly.
"Dobby was never trying to defeat Lord Voldemort."
The dark lord turned golden man stopped his final strike.
"What?" He asked incredulously, "Then what were you doing this entire time, practicing ballet and playing with dolls?"
"Like Voldemort's father?" Dobby asked. "No, Dobby was only stalling Lord Voldemort."
At that moment, a knock rang out from the still standing Manor entryway.
Voldemort turned towards the expensive looking front door sixty feet away, which stood alone amongst the rubble surrounding them.
Another knock rang out from the door.