Visiting Volcanos And Slaying Snakes
Dobby was desperate. His bludger had almost killed the Great Harry Potter. Yet, he was set on staying in Hogwarts.
People were getting petrified all around him, quite literally. It was dangerous. It was evil magic. He didn't know what else he could do about it. Short of kidnapping the Great Harry Potter, there was no solution in sight.
He couldn't kidnap the Great Harry Potter.
But he could do the next best thing. If the Great Harry Potter wouldn't go away from the danger, he would take the danger away from the Great Harry Potter.
So, he stole the little black diary that made Ginny Weasley hiss and command the big big snake.
He tried to destroy it, but it didn't work. He could feel the evil magic trying to slip into his mind and make him very sad and angry. Out of ideas, he tried what he overheard from two muggleborns at Hogwarts: he threw it into an active volcano. It seemed to do the trick, because ten days later, when he visited the active volcano for the hundredth time, the evil magic had disappeared.
To be sure, he decided to take out the snake too. It was a very dangerous creature too. Unfortunately, it was resistant to magic, so he couldn't dump it into the volcano. He had to fight it.
Dobby went to the Chamber of Secrets, correctly hissing at every password protected entrances. He wore his dirty pillow case and a set of knives at his belt. He didn't know how to use any other kind of weapons, but he was very handy with knives, as every cook should be. He called the beast, which slithered out of the mouth of her first master.
Dobby was blindfolded. He didn't want to die before he saved the Great Harry Potter from great danger. He used his large and useful ears to know where the big big snake was. He made his knives twirl, and twirl, and twirl, and threw them at the big big snake. The monster wailed horribly, making Dobby's ears bleed. Then, it stopped and Dobby could smell blood. He put on sunglasses and opened one eye. The glasses looked great, but as the Chamber wasn't very well lit, he couldn't see much. Yet, the fact that he didn't turn into stone, or strayed up died, was encouraging. He took them off, and approached the beast.
The big big snake was dead. His knives had nicely chopped off his head. Dobby was giddy! He squealed like a mad elf for about ten minutes. Then, years of ingrained reflexes took over. He retrieved his knives and began to skin the legendary animal. He cut it in three thousand and fifty-three nice steaks. He did all the necessary spells to preserve the perfectly cleaned skeleton. It would make a nice trophy, if he could find a wall long enough to mount it on it. He didn't know what to do with the venom, so he just put a very strong preservation spell on the severed head, not touching it. He had several gallons of blood too. He would bring it to the Goblins, along the pile of steaks and other basilisk organs. Maybe, he could negotiate a good price. He would have to be sneaky so his bad master didn't realise Dobby had money.
What the bad master didn't know couldn't hurt him. After all, he didn't forbid Dobby to earn his own money.
Coming back to manor Malfoy a few hours later, Dobby was instantly called by his mistress. She wanted him to tell her when the bad master came back home. The mistress wasn't nice with Dobby, but she wasn't cruel like bad master and his spawn.
For a while, Dobby became a normal elf again. But the money stashed in the Chamber of Secrets burned at his mind. He wanted freedom, and he wanted to continue to protect the Great Harry Potter.
One day, he heard the Great Harry Potter call Dobby.
Dobby went to see him.
"Dobby?" Harry Potter was tentatively calling in an empty room. He wasn't alone. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were with him, along her other brothers Percy, Fred and George.
"What can Dobby do for the Great Harry Potter?" he asked cautiously.
"Did you kill the basilisk?"
Dobby nodded frenetically.
"Great danger! Dobby told you but you didn't listen Dobby, no! Dobby had to do something!"
"Thank you." Sobbed Ginny.
"Miss Ginny is too kind. The Diary is gone too!" he proudly said. "Dobby put it in an active Volcano! The evil magic was so strong, it was the only thing that worked." He solemnly explained.
Hermione chuckled. The other looked at her weirdly.
"Lord Of The Ring. Muggle books." She told them imperiously.
"Do you need Dobby for something?" Dobby asked, hopeful. It would be hard to help the Great Harry Potter behind his bad master's back, but he did it once, he could do it again.
"We just wanted to thank you." Harry said.
"Wait!" George leapt before Dobby could pop out. "Who is your master?"
"Dobby can't tell!" Dobby lamented. His eyes went around the room.
"Don't hurt yourself!" Harry yelled in panic.
"Where do you live?" Fred asked.
Dobby's eyes went wide. He thought for a second.
"In a manor in Wiltshire." He finally answered.
"What is you biggest dream?" Percy spoke.
"I want to be a free elf!" Dobby told before he could think. He immediately tugged at his ears and banged his head on the floor as a result. Bad elf, he was a bad elf.
Harry's hand stopped him.
"We'll see what we can do." Percy declared to the little being.
When the bad little master came home the next summer, he heard him badmouth the Great Harry Potter with his father.
Dobby realised something very important. The Great Harry Potter wasn't safe, as long as bad people wanted him harmed. He couldn't go against his master, he couldn't harm him.
But what if he tripped when visiting an active volcano? It wasn't his fault, right?
That summer, his bad master and a lot of his friends took a passion for volcanos. A lot of them kept visiting active ones. They were very clumsy, because most of them ended up tripping and falling into the lava.
They were all upstanding citizens, all victims of the bad evil wizard Lord Voldemort and his Imperius.
Unfortunately, Dobby hadn't been as sneaky as he thought, because his mistress caught him. She smiled, and ordered him to never hurt Draco. Soon after, a new theory made the rounds in the wizarding world: Voldemort's curse on all those upstanding citizens had finally caught up with them, driving them to insanity and bad luck. Dobby found a list of other names, and they all had the same tattoo on their left forearm. So, Dobby kept his campaign, and upstanding citizen kept being clumsy and falling into various substances. Stairs, fire, deadly potions, broken elevators, cliffs, malfunctioning bludgers and brooms, dysfunctional portkeys, open windows, falling chandeliers, spells mishaps… became their downfall. Dobby had fun. It was hard to find new ways, but people avoided volcanos now. His mistress was just encouraging him to pursue his own activities, which suited him just fine.
When he heard that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban, he didn't really pay attention. But when he heard that he wanted to hurt the Great Harry Potter, he was worried.
He found him, and heard the tale of Sirius Black, the innocent who wanted to save the Great Harry Potter. Dobby couldn't be free himself, but he could help the Good Sirius Black to be free!
Once Peter Petigrew was convicted, and fell tragically into the North see when transferred to Azakaban, Sirius Black went to Narcissa Malfoy and purchase her elf.
He then freed Dobby. Dobby was free! He thanked and thanked and thanked the Magnificent Sirius Black.
While cleaning 12 Grimmauld Place with Kreacher, Dobby realised something very important, again. The evil magic of Tom Riddle's Diary was in other objects. He felt it in a pendant. He spoke about it to Sirius Black, who asked Kreacher. When he told Kreacher that an active volcano could destroy it, he became Kreacher's Hero. Together, they set on discovering if other evil magic object where out there.
It took them three years, but they found them all. Dobby had a fondness for active volcanos.
What the poor Dobby didn't know when he went to meet the Great Harry Potter for the first time, was that the Great Harry Potter would always be in danger during his years at Hogwarts, and beyond. Like a loving mother, he would always worry for the safety of his hero, and do his best to help him in his times of need. The Great Harry, hopefully, died only once under his watchful eyes, and it only lasted about ten seconds.
Dobby dutifully worked for the Great Harry Potter for many, many years and got paid for it! The Magnificent Sirius Black had a lot of fun missions for him too. Changing Minister Fudge bowling hat into a bowling ball whenever he said something stupid for a whole month had been hard, but hilarious. Trapping Miss Umbridge in a swamp for the whole week-end had been unsurprisingly easy. Pranking the Ministry Ball by convincing the elves to swap the petit-fours with WWW products, chaining Dementors to boulders and dumping them into active volcanos, teaching the Centaurs how to do explosive arrows, riding thestrals, making singing underwear for the Weasley twins, mismatching all the socks of the Wizengamot members…
Dobby had a full life.
And even Hermione Granger agreed with him that, on rare occasions, destroying a book was necessary.