The Adventures of Dobby, a Free Elf (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Dobby The Poet

"My name is Dobby,

I am a Poet

And I wrote this poem just to show it"

The small house elf sang to himself, embracing the beat as he danced.

"Who--who are you?" asked a small, scrawny boy with raven black hair, green eyes, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"Didn't the song make it clear already?" asked the elf with a little bit of sass.

"S-sorry, but um, what are you doing here?"

"I am Dobby, an elf that his been cultured in the futuristic muggle arts"

"There are so many questions that I have right now, but um-- "

The small boy was interrupted by a high-pitched voice.

"Harry-- get your arse down here and play with your perfect cousin Dudley--"

Dobby, the house-elf, blinked his enormous green eyes at the boy whose name was indeed Harry.

"Will you be here later?" asked the boy.

"Yes, at 3 a.m., after I do my daily hot yoga"

The boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he was also intrigued.  He ran down the stairs with excitement in anticipation of getting to know this odd creature.