[a/n]I decided to return to the Masonverse of #38 & #39 by covering Harry's stay there, but this was already in the works. So despite how closely they're posted and how close the JKR chronology, this one may not fit. That'll be #42. Up after this is based on Kimberly T's #37 review.

Harry Does Different CDLXXVI

Dobby is Yoda

"Dobby thought his bludger would make Harry Potter go home." a voice filled the empty hospital ward.

Harry's eyes snapped open and he thrashed in bed, then closed his fist around whatever there was to grab. He focused on a fistful of cloth, and its owner "Dobby? You? You sent that bludger after me! You tryin' to kill me?"

"Never kill you, Harry Potter! Never kill you, sir. Dobby warned Harry Potter to NOT COME BACK!" the little creature stroked the hand that was slowly squeezing off his windpipe.

Furious, the young wizard tightened his grip "LIAR! IF IT WASN'T FOR A BIT OF DUMB LUCK I'D'VE DIED AT LEAST FOUR TIMES! AND ONLY HERMIONE SAVED ME FROM NEVER HAVING KIDS! !"

"Dobby is sorry…" guilt filled the strangulating voice. His eyes bulged and face began to turn green.

As the strange color spread a couple of thoughts caught Harry. First a dose of pity for the suffering little creature, but then a bit of amusement at the change in complexion. He eased his grip …some… and chuckled "Looks like Yoda."

"Thank You Harry Potter sir." he hacked and gagged on being released, then "Dobby knows this Yoda. Oh Master would punish Dobby horribly if he knew Dobby liked Mugglesessses. Only the best Dobby wants for Harry Potter."

Harry still had a fistful of the creature's tea cozy, but he almost laughed before saying "Alright Yoda. Let's see if we can't stop you from killing me. Right. How about this as a point: Nothing you think or say or do will make me leave Hogwarts. Can you accept that?"

"Harry Potter must be kept safe." Argued Dobby, without answering the question.

The wizard was smart enough to see that "My friends are here. I need to help them and I'll tell you what, it's more important than you. I bet if I told Dumbledore he'd be able to keep you out. Since he knows everything, he could probably find your master." There were about equal parts of guilt and pleasure in him inflicting some revenge

Dobby shook his head in terror "Master would make Dobby eat a skrewt!"

"Well then instead of working against me, help me." Harry didn't know what that meant, but he repressed an expression of pity. His brain kicked into overdrive "You seem to do things I never seen even professors do. So, like Luke, teach me how you do what you do. We'll have to figure out a schedule. You have to work; I need to goto class, sleep, Quidditch. And about your Master …I know you can't say who… but tell me EVERYTHING you can about what he's planning without having to punish yourself. Agreed? Yoda?"

Ears flopping to the floor the little creature sobbed "Harry Potter asks for Dobby's help."

"And in return …I don't know what, or how… yet; but I'll figure out a way to help you." He had to grunt and steady himself at the expression of gratitude. Then he had to hide under his covers as another patient was carried in on a stretcher.