I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Chapter 17: Dobby

"Harry and Savannah Potter, such an honour it is." It was a house elf, on Harry's bed, jumping.

And whoever it was, knew us, knew our names. But I had never before seen them, and judging by the way Harry was acting, he hadn't either. Whatever reason it was here for, I had a bad feeling, causing me to shut the door.

"Who are you?" The look on my brother's face could kill, he was not happy about this at all, and for good reason.

"Dobby, Sir. Dobby the house elf." Dobby, as we now knew him to be, tilted his head to the side and smiled.

"Not to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time for us to have a house elf in our bedroom."

"Oh, oh yes Sir. Dobby understands," he began putting his hands up in a sort of apologetic way, "It's just that Dobby has come to tell you... It is difficult Sir. Dobby wonders where to begin." The poor thing looked frightened.

"Why don't you sit down?" I offered, gesturing to Harry's bed that he was already stood on.

"S-sit down?" He whispered, "S-s-sit down?" A little louder this time, and then, out of nowhere, the curious creature began to cry much too loudly.

"Dobby. Shush. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." Oh god Vernon is going to kill us.

"Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness Ma'am, but never has he been asked to sit down by a witch. Like an equal." Dobby eyes were glassy from his crying, the strap on his.....clothes...had fallen down so he pushed it back up.

"You can't have met many decent Wizard's and Witches then," Harry joked.

"No, I haven't." Suddenly, his face dropped and he made his way over to the broken dresser, "That was an awful thing to say."

Out of nowhere, he started slamming his little head over and over against the hard wood, so forcefully that the entire thing was shaking, repeating the words 'bad Dobby' over and over again. This was the opposite of pretending we don't exist, how would be able to explain this to them.

"Dobby shush." I pleaded, sticking my hands against the dresser to try and stop it banging against the wall.

"Dobby please stop," Harry was freaking out, and understandably so, I can't imagine how loud this was directly underneath us.

Crouching next to him, Harry continued begging him to stop, and it seemed to work. Dobby shook his head, probably super dizzy I imagine, and walked, rather chaotically, over to the stool under Harry's nightstand.

"Are you alright?" A concerned Harry queried.

"Dobby had to punish himself. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, Sir."

"Your family?" As far as I knew house elves didn't have families, it was fucked up, but that's how it was.

"The wizard family Dobby serves, Ma'am. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever, if they ever knew Dobby was here...oooh. But Dobby had to come, Dobby has to protect the Potter's. To warn them. Both of you, you must not go back to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year." He began whispering towards the end.

Confused, I looked over to Harry who mouthed a 'what' to me.

"There is a plot. A plot to make most terrible things happen." Dobby looked around the room, shifting on his seat.

"What terrible things? Who's plotting them?"

"Ugh. He. Can't. Say." The small, scared house elf began to say sporadically, before freaking out again.