Dobby

"Who.......?"

"Don't be angry, Harry Potter sir. Dobby means no harm."

The small creature stepped out into the light. Short and lanky with a long nose and ears, he was bald and wearing an old pillow case

"Um....okay, who are you and why are you here?"

"Dobby sir, Dobby the house-elf. Dobby has come to tell you sir....it is difficult sir, ....Dobby is not sure where to begin."

"Well have a seat." Harry gestured to the bed.

To his horror the elf burst into tears, "Sit down.....?"

"Sorry I didn't mean to offend....." Harry tried to calm the elf knowing the sound could probably be heard downstairs.

"Offend Dobby? Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard.....like an equal."

"Well you must not have met many decent wizards."

Dobby shook his head then leapt up beating his head on the window, "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby."

"What are you doing?!" Harry grabbed the elf pulling him onto the bed.

"Dobby must punish himself sir, Dobby almos spoke ill of his family."

"Your family?"

"The wizard family Dobby serves sir. If they knew Dobby was here they would punish Dobby most severly."

"Why have you come, Dobby?"

"Harry Potter must be warned, there is an evil plot, Harry Potter must not return to Hogwarts."

Harry was taken back. "I have to go back, Hogwarts is my home, where all my friends are."

"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter?"

"Well... I'm sure they... how do you know ?"

"Harry Potter must not be mad, Dobby only meant the best......"

"Have you been intercepting my letters?" Harry began to boil, "where are they Dobby?"

"Dobby will give them if you promise not to go back to Hogwarts."

"Fat chance." Harry lunged for the elf, but Dobby was quick slipping out the door.

Harry found him in the kitchen. Aunt Petunia's spectacular pudding was floating near the ceiling with Dibby crouched on the counter.

"Dobby what are you doing? Please don't." Harry whispered.

"Promise Dobby you wont go back."

"I can't."

"Then Dobby has ****."

The pudding hit the floor exploding all over the kitchen as Dobby vanished.

Uncle Vernon flew into the kitchen seething with rage.

"What is wrong with you?! Are you incapable of following a simple order?!" Shaking his face turning red he tried to keep his voice from alerting his guests.

Harry wasn't avle to respond before a scream came from the living room after a large barn owl dropped a letter in Mrs.Mason's lap. She ran out the door.

"My wife is deathly afraid of birds. Is this how you treat your guests?" He left in a huff.

Uncle Vernon perused the letter with an evil gleam in his eye. "Read it!"

Harry took the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter, We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place of residence this evening at twelve minutes past nine. As you know, wizards in training are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C). We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks’ Statute of Secrecy. Enjoy your holidays!