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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Flynn Docherty
First Year
Ministry RPG Name:
Crystal Zitsburg
Department of Mysteries | 
Third part for the elves! Quote:
Chapter 3
Harry Potter was now laying in his bed in Gryffindor Tower, having returned to Hogwarts. He stared idly at the ceiling wondering how on earth he was going to complete the task ahead of him. There really didn’t seem to be a way and surely, now that he was at school he’d have homework and McGonagall was not likely to let him leave for missions, along with Hermione and Ron.
He rolled over onto his side to stare instead at the gap between his curtains where moon light was filtering in. He let out an audible gasp, bolted upright and has his wand in his hand faster than you could say ‘house-elf’.
“Harry Potter, sir!” Dobby squeaked, a slight quiver of fear in his voice at the sudden arming of his favourite person.
“Do-Dobby?” Harry said. “What are you doing here? I mean…” he faltered. “I know you work here, but what are you doing here,” he motioned around the room, “in Gryffindor Tower, sneaking up on me like that?”
“Dobby didn’t mean to sneak up on Harry Potter, sir! Dobby has been waiting a long while for Harry Potter to return to his room. Dobby is wanting a word with Harry Potter, sir, because Dobby knows that Harry Potter is needing help to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” The elf trembled a bit at the mention of Voldemort, looking around nervously.
“What do you mean by ‘help’, Dobby?” Harry asked nervously.
“Not to save your life, sir, but to help you and protect you as best I can!” the elf all but shouted. “I is keeping my promise never to save Harry Potter, sir’s, life again.” The elf nodded vigorously to prove his point. “I is only wanting to help stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! The other house-elves wish to help, too. We is forming an army, Harry Potter, sir, to fight when the time is come to stop the evil spreading!”
“Your lot’s going to fight?” Harry asked incredulously. “But—you don’t have wands or anything.”
“No, Harry Potter, sir, we do not, but we has powerful magic that no wizard or witch does. We can do all sorts of things to help aid in the coming storm,” Dobby said, sounding very wise, “which is why we is wanting to help! And that is why Dobby has come to see Harry Potter, sir. He wishes to be Harry Potter, sirs, elf in this time of need, in honor of the great Dumbledore—I knows he would want Dobby to do all he can for Harry Potter, sir!”
“Erm… thanks, Dobby, I’ll um… let you know.”
Dobby smiled so brightly at Harry, he was almost tempted to keep his promise, but really, he didn’t want to put Dobby in danger or himself. Dobby snapped his fingers and next moment he was gone.
Harry returned to his task of staring and wondering after that. He would go to McGonagall tomorrow and inform her of his plan; he wouldn’t tell her about the Horcruxes, but he would tell her that he had a very important mission, one he had started with Dumbledore and which he intended to finish, in school or not.
****
Dobby returned to the kitchens in a right state of glee. He was going to help Harry Potter! He was going to put a stop to the rise of the Dark Powers approaching!
He was to happy that despite having already done the cleaning, he decided to do one more round through the castle just to make sure.
By the time Dobby returned to the kitchens, very weary from his excursions about the castle, the other elves were already up and making breakfast.
It would be a long day, but Dobby would not complain and he would visit Harry Potter again soon to see what he would need.
*****
Harry Potter in question was still asleep in his bed.
He’d had another restless night of sleep, tossing and turning, visions of Horcruxes plaguing his mind.
He awoke with a start. Birds were chirping outside the window and Ron was still snoring. It wasn’t so early that he couldn’t nip down to the Great Hall for a bit of breakfast before going to see the Headmistress.
He dressed quickly and was out the door in no time.
He barely paid attention to his food as he hurried to eat. The Headmistress was not yet up, but that didn’t matter, he would head her off before she made it down to breakfast to have a word with her in her office.
Harry had barely set foot on the second floor landing when he spotted McGonagall. She was strolling towards him, her lips in a tight line. She spotted him instantly and though Harry was taller than her now, he was still intimidated by her.
“Er…. Professor?” he called.
“Yes, Potter?” she asked in clipped tones. Apparently she’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
“Might I have a word with you…erm… in private?” He looked over her shoulder at the stone gargoyle which stood motionless in front of the revolving staircase.
McGonagall gave a little sigh and said, “I was wondering when I’d be getting a visit from you. Come along.” She swept back towards her office and shouted the password before she was even in front of the gargoyle. “Butterbeer!”
The gargoyle jumped aside and the two of them were soon heading up into her office.
The office was not unoccupied, but McGonagall paid no never mind to the small little elf cleaning. All the portraits of previous heads of the school were sleeping peacefully—except for the most recent head, Albus Dumbledore.
“Ah, Harry,” he said in his soft voice, “it’s good to see you.”
Harry nodded, hardly able to speak as a large lump the size of a bullfrog had just lodged itself in his throat at the sight of his old and dear headmaster.
“What is you wanted to speak to me about, Potter?” McGonagall snapped, pulling Harry out of his reverie.
“Oh, erm… right. Well, the thing is, Professor, I wasn’t actually going to come back to school. I was going to be doing what Professor Dumbledore and I had started last year—and I won’t tell you what it is, so there’s no point asking me—and well, Ron and Hermione would be coming with me. So, what I’m trying to say is: I’m not going to be staying at Hogwarts all the time. I’ll have to leave, and so will Ron and Hermione, to do this.”
Harry had said this all very fast and in one breath, so by the time he’d finished he was out of breath. Harry was trying his best not to look up at Dumbledore, who was watching him intently.
“I see, Potter.” McGonagall did not look exactly pleased by this. “Unfortunately, Potter, you do not give orders. I do. Not only am I headmistress of this school, I am also head of the Order and I will not let you leave. I realize that you are of age and that, yes I let you join the Order this summer, it does not mean you get to go gallivanting with your friends on missions I know nothing about that could be dangerous.”
“Of course it’s dangerous, Minerva,” Dumbledore’s portrait said. “But Harry must do this. I realize you are now in charge here, but I must intervene, I’m afraid. Harry will go. And so will Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger.”
McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, but did not argue. “Very well, Potter, you may go on these—missions of yours and you may bring your friend, but you will not let this affect your homework. I trust Miss Granger will see to it that you and Mr. Weasley pass our N.E.W.Ts but I will not tolerate your failing because of this. And you will inform me of when you plan on leaving and for how long.”
Harry nodded. “Thank you, Professor.” Harry looked up at Dumbledore, who was smiling at him benignly. “Professor Dumbledore,” he nodded. “Thank you.”
Harry Potter left the headmistress’. The head of Hogwarts sat behind her desk for a short while, then she too left.
The house-elf who’d been cleaning had stopped to listen to the conversation and was now positively shaking with delight at the news. With a crack like a whip, she had returned to the kitchens.
“Dobby!” Tinka called. “Oh, Dobby, Tinka has news of Harry Potter for you!” she said gleefully.
“What news does Tinka bring Dobby?” the elf asked, halting in his task.
“Tinka overheard—she was cleaning in Madam Headmistress’ office— she heard that Harry Potter is to be going on missions with his friends, Master Weasley and Mistress Granger.”
Dobby’s already large eyes grew in size. “Harry Potter is going away?”
“Only for short amounts of time, Dobby! Tinka heard Madam Headmistress—she almost didn’t let him—and he will be coming and going! Headmaster Dumbledore stopped Madam Headmistress from denying Harry Potter!” she squealed.
“Dobby will go to Harry Potter!” Dobby cried. “He will help Harry Potter on his missions!”
***
It was not long before Harry received another visit from Dobby, who was absolutely beside himself with glee.
“Harry Potter, sir!” he squeaked. “Dobby has come to see you.”
“Dobby? What’s up?”
“Dobby has heard that Harry Potter, sir, is to be going on missions—“
“Where’d you hear that?” Harry snapped.
“Oh, Dobby hears things,” he said evasively, “while cleaning.”
“You overheard me talking with McGonagall?”
“No, Tinka did, but that is not what Dobby has come to talk with Harry Potter about, sir.”
“What is it then?”
“Dobby wishes to go with Harry Potter sir!”
Harry sat for a moment in stunned silence. Then, “No, Dobby; I’m sorry but this is dangerous. I’ve already got Ron and Hermione coming along and I—I won’t put anyone else in danger.”
Dobby’s ears dropped but he nodded. “Yes, Harry Potter, sir, Dobby understands. If Harry Potter is needing anything, please let Dobby know!” he squeaked miserably before Disapparating.
****
Harry Potter and his companions did indeed leave without Dobby late in the month of September.
However, October arrived with the return of the Boy Who Lived and his traveling companions.
Harry had barely been back for ten minutes when Dobby had found him in the Room of Requirement with Ron and Hermione pouring over books.
“Harry Potter, sir, has returned!” Dobby squeaked happily, rushing to Harry’s side and hugging him.
“Hi, Dobby.”
“Oh, Dobby has been most worried about Harry Potter and his friends! Sir has been gone a long, long time!”
“Yeah…” Harry said, sounding rather disappointed.
“Harry Potter seems upset. Dobby wishes he could make Harry Potter feel better.”
Harry’s eyes seemed to alight with a kind of new found hope and he leaned forward to speak to Dobby. “Actually, there is something you can do! Dobby, we found something that needs to be destroyed, but the only problem is, we can’t reach it. Only someone small could and they’d need powerful magic to retrieve it unharmed. Do you think—could you—“
“Say no more, Harry Potter, sir! Dobby will do it!”
Harry beamed.
***
It was another week before Harry, Ron, Hermione and Dobby would be leaving. Harry had told Dobby that he would be in need of warm clothing, because it was very cold where they were headed and that it would be dangerous. Harry had explained in detail all about the Horcruxes and that if Dobby wasn’t careful, he could be hurt and Harry did not want that.
They arrived upon thestrals, though as far as Dobby was concerned, he was flying on nothing at all and when they had almost reached their destination, they left the thestrals behind, using Dobby’s magic the rest of the way.
It was indeed cold as death where ever they were. They were surrounded by mountains and ice. They trudged along till they finally found what looked to Dobby like a crack in the mountains face.
He peered inside, noticing how small the hole was. He could easily Apparated inside there and fit, but Harry Potter or his friends could not.
Deep within Dobby saw something very shiny, glinting within, but he was not exactly sure what it was.
He Apparated inside the little cavern and found instantly that the thing within was a gold cup. It was frozen solid, but when he touched it, it burned terribly. Thus he took off his many socks and held tight, returning to Harry’s side.
Harry had a large brown sack ready and Dobby dropped the cup inside.
“Thanks Dobby, you’re a life saver!”
“Anything for Harry Potter, sir!” Dobby shouted happily.
“Harry,” Hermione said anxiously, “can we go now?” She was looking around, clutching Ron’s hand nervously.
“Yeah,” he said. “Dobby, can you take us back to the thestrals?”
Dobby did not need telling twice and they were soon flying back to Hogwarts on the back of the invisible creatures.
When Dobby returned, it was to an anxious Tinka, a drunk Winky, an irritable Kreacher, and a band of happy house-elves applauding him.
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