Disclaimer: More of this needed to get written. Part two of Dobby Saves the Day.

Dobby the Mighty

Harry Potter smiled. For the first time in his life, he had his own room and toys to play with. Granted it was another mean trick by the Dursley family, granted it would all be taken from him, and granted they'd told him that an insane evil monkey was living in his closet and would eat his brain. But despite all that, things were looking up at the moment and it Harry had learned that it was best to enjoy these things while he could.

"Hello Harry Potter sir," Dobby said. "Would Harry Potter sir like to go play with his Hermy and his new Loveygood now?"

"Ok Mister Evil Monkey," Harry agreed. The little guy had terrorised the Dursleys, he couldn't be all bad could he?"

"Dobby is not an evil monkey," Dobby said firmly. "Dobby is Dobby."

"Ok Mister Dobby," Harry ammended.

"The great Harry Potter sir is calling Dobby Mister?" Dobby looked like he was going to faint. "Oh what a happy day."

"You said something about going to play?"

"Ms. Hermy's mummy doesn't want Dobby to take Harry Potter sir's Hermy away," Dobby explained. "So Dobby and Sneezy is taking Harry Potter sir and his Loveygood to Harry Potter sir's Hermy."

"Ok."

"Hold my hand Harry Potter sir," Dobby said firmly. Harry took Dobby's hand and they appeared in a plush living room next to a small girl with bushy hair.

"Hello," she said. "My name is Hermione. Who are you?"

"My name is Harry," Harry replied. "Do you want to be friends?" He finished hopefully.

"Ok," she agreed happily. Before they could continue their conversation, they were joined by a blond woman and her equally blond daughter.

"You must be Harry," the blond woman said with a kind smile. "This is my daughter Luna."

"This is Hermione," Harry said.

"Why don't you three play while I go introduce myself to Hermione's mother."

"Ok," Harry agreed.

The woman gave one last look at the three children to make sure that everything was going ok before she went off in search of the young girl's mother.

"Hello, my name is . . ."

"Thank god," the woman nearly shouted. "My name is Louise Granger, I need you to keep my away from my daughter."

"As I was saying, my name is Alecia Lovegood. Why do you need me to keep you away from your daughter?"

"Because I'm having a psychotic break and I might pose a danger to her," the woman explained. "I saw a talking monkey earlier. I knew I shouldn't have tried smoking marijuana in college, they said that trying it once wouldn't hurt but I knew I shouldn't have tried it."

"That is serious," Alecia agreed. "I've got the house elves watching the children right now so they should be safe."

"Good, my husband is coming home right now and . . . wait house elves?"

"Two of them," Alecia agreed. "Yours and another that I think belongs to Harry Potter. So where did you go to school? I don't recognise you from Hogwarts."

"What's Hogwarts?"

"Honey, I'm home." The arrival of Hermione's father prevented Alecia from having to answer. "Good, you had one of the neighbors come in. Now what's this about a psychotic break?"

"She saw some sort of talking monkey," Alecia said quickly. "The house elves are watching the children right now."

"House elves?"

"Yes, and it's more serious then we first thought. She doesn't even remember Hogwarts."

"What's Hogwarts?"

"Oh god," Alecia said as she drew her wand. "You've both got it. I'm sorry, but this is for your own good. You'll thank me for it later." She stunned both Grangers and stepped back into the living room. "Dobby was it?"

"Yes Misus Lovegood ma'am."

"They're both very sick but I think we can make them better, I need you to go to St. Mungo's and bring back two of their better Healers."

"Dobby can do that," the little elf agreed.

"What's wrong with mummy and daddy?" Hermione demanded.

"Nothing we can't fix," Alecia said with a smile. "So don't worry, ok?"

"Ok," Hermione agreed.

"So do you like playing with Luna and Harry?"

Dobby returned with a group of Healers a few minutes later.

"Thank god you got here," Alecia said. "We've got two people, a witch and a wizard who don't remember going to Hogwarts. The witch has been seeing strange visions and sent her house elf to come get me to look after her daughter. By the time I got here, they didn't even remember what house elves were."

"Gods," the lead Healer said in horror. "What a terrible thing to happen." The Healers rushed out of the room and began working on the Granger family.

"What's going on?" Hermione whined.

"Everything will be fine honey," Alecia said as she gathered the girl into a hug. "Your parents have just forgotten their magic. The Healers will make everything better again ok?"

"Ok." The girl hiccuped. The children went back to playing and Alecia got up to check on the Healers.

"Well?" She asked.

"It's worse then you said it was," the Healer said quietly. "Whatever took their memories also took their magic. I dont' know what could have done something like this, it's . . . it's like nothing I've ever seen before."

"Can you fix it?"

"No." The Healer looked like he was going to cry. "Maybe if we'd have gotten here a little sooner. Best we can do is push enough magic into them to make them Squibs and hope that the memories return on their own."

"What about their child?"

"I took a quick look at her when I arrived," the Healer whispered. "And I didn't see anything wrong with her magic, same with the other children."

"Thank god they managed to send their house elf to me before it was too late then," Alecia whispered. "Imagine what could have happened if they hadn't."

"I filed a report with the Ministry and they said they couldn't find any records on this couple."

"Probably went to ground when it looked like 'you-know-who' was rampaging to protect their daughter and did their best to erase their records before they left."

"Then it's likely that they had friends in the upper levels of the Ministry."

"And it's un likely that any of them survived," Alecia agreed. "The upper levels got hit so hard that . . ."

"Yeah."

"I just wonder why she sent that elf to me?"

"This might not have been her original face," the Healer said with a shrug. "Or maybe it's because she knew you were alive, your husband does run the Quibbler."

"Her elf said that he needed a Lovegood."

"That must be why then, she knew she could trust the Lovegood family and she knew you were alive."

"Poor woman."

"You look after the children," the Healer suggested. "We'll get them back to the hospital and we'll do what we can for them. Explain what happened to their daughter, tell her that we'll do everything we can but don't lie to her. We'll do all we can but like I said, the best we can hope for is to make them Squibs."

"What a horrible thing to do to a witch," Alecia said sadly. "Taking away her magic. If only I had gotten here sooner."

"Just keep telling yourself that you got here soon enough to save the daughter, that's all you can do."

"I know, thank you. I'll be at my home if you need me. Their wards must not have been strong enough and I'd really feel better if I got back behind mine."

"I'll be sure to pass that on to the Aurors."

"Thank you."

Alecia gathered up the children and returned to her home. Hermione seemed confused by everything that had happened and seemed upset that her parents hadn't told her about the fact that they were loosing their magic.

"Probably didn't want to worry you dear," Alecia tried to assure the young girl. "I won't lie to you, everything won't go back to the way they were. But the Healers will do everything they can."

"Ok."

IIIIIIIIII

Amelia Bones had been an Auror for several years and she was on her way up. Proof of that was the fact that she'd been assigned to be the lead on the Granger case.

"Well?" She demanded.

"It's like the Lovegood woman said," the other Auror replied. "We can find a little magic, but not much. Can't find any definite signs of the spell that hit them."

"Any sign of the wards?"

"No, not even sure they had any up."

"Makes sense, from what we know they were trying to hide and wards would have just stood out in this neighborhood."

"Still can't believe they'd do something like this to two people, what a horrible thing to do."

"I've been looking through the missing," Amelia said with a sigh. "Far too many people missing to be sure but I think I've narrowed it down to five people."

"Anyone you know?"

"Two of them went through my Auror class with me and another person on the list was an unspeakable."

"Just the sort of people that would be high up on the target list."

"Yeah."

"Any word from the Healers?"

"It took some doing but they managed to convince the Grangers of what happened, who ever did this to them was good. Didn't even leave a trace of their old memories."

"So they'll never recover?"

"Doesn't look like it."

"Thank god they managed to send their house elf for help or we'd have never figured out what happened."

AN: No the Granger family isn't displaced wizards that had their memories removed along with their magic. The wizarding world has decided that they are a magical family and is twisting the evidence to fit that idea.