House elf express

Harry Potter sat on his bed and looked at the the strange House elf that was in his room holding a present wrapped in red paper with a big gold bow on it out to him. "Your a house elf?"

The strange old elf nodded his head and mumbled something about mudbloods and bad masters but still held the present aloft. It was hard to explain but the gift was making him nervous, he could actually feel a tingle running up and down his spine, a weird nervous energy was nestled in his groin, thrumming about and giving him an erection. More than a little stressed out he tried to stall while he figured out a plan.

"Like Dobby?" Harry asked, looking the decrepit being over. And no sooner had he said the name than Dobby the house elf popped into his room.

"The Harry Potter has called for Dobby?" Dobby asked, looking up excitedly at Harry.

"Help!" Harry pointed to the old house elf on the other side of his small bedroom.

Dobby turned and narrowed his eyes at the other elf and said something in a language Harry had never heard before in a very aggressive tone. The old house elf said something back in the same language in a very tired, annoyed tone. Dobby answered and held out his hands. The old elf grumbled and pointed the gift at Harry. Dobby and then old elf then had a conversation that went back and forth very quickly in one or two words answers in that strange language.

Finally Dobby turned to Harry, "This is the Black elf. He is old and stupid, mean elf of Black Family. Says his Master," The old elf grumbled something quite loudly in the weird language, which made Dobby sniff and turn up his nose, "Sirius Black is sending Harry Potter as present."

Harry's face split into a wide grin. "Sirius? Excellent."

The old elf grumbled and waggled the gift. Dobby translated, "He is saying he must give it to Harry Potter and no other."

"Is it safe?" Harry asked.

"Is powerful magic." Dobby answered.

Harry couldn't help but nod his head, he knew it was powerful, he could feel it in his balls. Harry got off his bed and took the package from the old elf, "Thank you. And thank Sirius."

The old elf grumbled some more, making Dobby squawk, before disappearing, leaving Harry and Dobby alone with Dobby glaring at the spot the elf had been. Harry looked at Dobby, "Do I want to know what he was saying?" Dobby frowned and shook his head, "Was that the language of house elfs?"

"Yes." Dobby nodded his head and looked away from where the elf has been. "That... that was... bad elf... very bad elf."

"I didn't even know Sirius had an elf." Harry shrugged and looked at Dobby and his annoyed face, he tried to lighten the little elf's mood, "It's a very pretty sounding language."

Dobby did crack a small smile at that.

Harry looked down at the gift and saw a little note tucked under the big gold bow. Pulling it out he opened the note and read it aloud, "Dear Harry. Once again, apologies for fucking things up. Too make up for missing out on so much I've got you a little something. It is a Godfather's duty to help his Godson figure out the fairer sex and this book should help in my absence. I look forward to seeing the collection of knicker's you'll get with this tome's help. With all the love in the world, Sirius"

Harry gave a small chuckle and set the note down beside him. He carefully unwrapped the package and then opened the box containing the book Sirius had sent him. Harry let slip a small gasp when he finally saw the leather bound book. It wasn't just the sight it was the feel of it, the book felt like it was reaching out to Harry, offering itself to him, was asking him to open it up.

"It's safe right?" Harry asked, vaguely aware that Dobby was still beside him. "It's not like the diary, right?"

"Is not like diary. Book is very powerful magic. But Harry Potter is more powerful." Dobby said giving the book an askance look.

Harry picked up the book and as he opened the cover, accepted the book, took what it was offering him.