Dobby sniffled sadly, his well-defined and muscular legs dangling out the window of the Divination tower. He reclined backwards, spreading his short arms wide and staring up at the swirly purple smoke floating around the ceiling.
"Hello?" called a mystical voice from somewhere behind the now-startled house-elf. "Is anyone there?"
Dobby jumped up in surprise, worryingly close to the edge of the stone window. However, Dobby figured he wouldn't fall because of the manner in which his sharp toes were burrowing into the stone. The sound of shuffling footsteps and jangling beads made its way closer to his perch on the ancient windowsill.
Dobby dropped, unhooking his feet and flattening himself facedown against the damp stone ledge. He did this in order to remain concealed from the intruder as he listened to their shuffling footsteps move to the opposite end of the room.
"What is Dobby to do?" he moaned, rubbing his now-flattened head with the balls of his feet. "Hagrid has left Dobby!" he cried.
"Ahem!" called the strange voice from earlier. "I couldn't help but overhear..." The person trailed off dramatically.
From the the thick mist, the Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney, emerged.
Dobby bellowed fiercely in utter shock. "Dobby did not mean to disturb," he apologized, then promptly jumped out of the window without an ounce of hesitation, ignoring the gasp which burst forth from the professor's slack mouth.
His toned body prone and parallel to the ground far below, the wind whistling unforgivingly in his batlike ears, Dobby's screeches of reckless abandon were ripped from his mouth.
Just before his swole bod hit the grass, he swiftly snapped his bone-dry fingers and Disapparated to the roof of the Astronomy tower.
"Brrrrrr," Dobby stated, relinquishing the small muscles in his green orbs so a singular tear could escape his body. He was grieving his recent breakup with Hagrid.
Dobby thought back on the recent weeks that had led up to Hagrid's horrible carelessness, which had ultimately led to the dismemberment of Dobby's sock-child.
The free house-elf wept a little as he contemplated how lonely he felt after having gone through a sizeable portion of the male staff at Hogwarts, leaving every being he had dated in a state of disrepair. Filch, Dobby's long-term affair from before his freedom, had come to rely on his cat for companionship. Dumbledore had been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and lost all memory of his romping around at the school. Hagrid was now perpetually in a drunken stupor.
Dobby released larger molecules of liquid as he remembered how the half-giant had accidentally donned Dobby's sock-child on his right foot, stretching it to the point of no return. Dobby remembered the way Dobby had wailed and thrashed with his broken child cradled in his arms as Hagrid sloshed a brown liquid down his front somewhere else in the cabin, bellowing helplessly as he did so.
The little elf sighed, then took a deep breath that inflated his cracked and gnarled fingers a dangerous amount. He needed a change. Someone humanoid, yes, but vastly different from mortal-adjacent creatures.
Dobby raised his hooded orbs, and gazed off and into the distance. He scanned the horizon, and with the very last, dying streams of light of the day, his gaze locked onto an eerie figure floating high above the valley beside Hogwarts.
It was a Dementor.
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The Dementor's Kiss
FanfictionIt's Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts, but far from all the action written in the books, Dobby is having a good time... with a dementor that's lingered in the school, undetected, for years.
