The light to his dark world: Hogwarts is our home

Don't exist

Here we were (outfit 7) were back at our aunt and uncle's house, sharing the bedroom again, this time in a real bedroom, that they said they were giving to us out of the kindness of their hearts of some kind of crap like that. But let's be honest, in reality, they're afraid of us and our magic. We know we're not really supposed to use our magic outside of school, but according to Dumbledore, protectors have different rules. And our "family" didn't know we weren't supposed to either, and at least we got to have our owls in our rooms with us.

He had Hedwig, I'd named mine Snowball. They sit in the window sill, and our luggage is under our bed. Harry hasn't gotten any letters from his friends all summer, but secretly, Jackson Wood has sent me letters somehow. But,, I didn't bother telling Harry that, because I didn't want to upset him. But, because of the rules of the house, we can't even let the birds out of their cages. So, even if we wanted to send letters out, we couldn't.

But, that didn't stop me, from after Harry goes to sleep, to wonder around outside, no one would care that I was gone, or that I cast a spell that only I can see what I'm doing, to do other magic, it's like being in my own little world. Without going anywhere. Harry's not allowed to do magic, but as a protector its my job.

And I really don't care about the rules really anyways, besides how are they gonna know if we do use our magic anyways? But, our owls just like us are restless, we tried to keep them quiet, but one sound and our aunt uncle and cousin were all up in our rooms reminding us be quiet. When Harry tries to stand up for himself, that doesn't go well.

You would think you'd both be more grateful towards us. We've raised you both ever since you were a baby, the both of ya. And how they gave us their son's second bedroom out of the kindness of their hearts, as I cross my arms and scuff. They were getting ready to have company over, the biggest deal of his life. They were planning on what they all would be doing when they got there.

And the two of you? We'll be up here like usual minding our own business, not making a word, so help us both, I mumbled, and act like we're not even here, like as if we don't even exist, as if that's anything new. I mumbled again. The others left the room, our uncle glaring at us as he shuts the door behind them, there's still only one bed, but we still don't mind, as long as we're in the same room as each other.

When they talked about taking care of us, and providing food and all that good stuff for us, I had to bite my tongue, while I balled my fists in anger to keep from saying what I really wanted to say. YOU FEED US? NO, WHEN WE GOT IN TROUBLE WE DIDN'T GET TO EAT, AND BESIDES I MADE EVERYONE FOOD AND PROVIDED HARRY AND I FOOD AND EVERYTHING, YOU ONLY PROVIDE US SHELTER AND A "HOME" BECAUSE ITS A FAVOR TO OUR PARENTS, IF YOU COULD YOU'D KICK OUT ON THE STREET, BUT ANYWHERE IS BETTER THAN HERE! AND IF YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL US WHAT TO DO YOU'RE ALL OUT OF YOUR MINDS! But I just said it my head so that no one could hear it except me.

But my emotions broke through after they left. Harry could tell I was angry, as he pulled me to his side and had me sit on the bed next to him as he held me there. It's ok, just let it out. He pet my hair, as I rested my head on his shoulder. Tears fell from my eyes, I cry when I'm angry. It doesn't matter what my emotion, I'm always crying unless I'm happy. And I try not to take it out on Harry.

But, I cried and cried and cried. And he hugged me tight, resting his head on top of my own. Downstairs, we were stuck up here where couldn't mess anything up. And then there was house elf in our room. Farrah and Harry Potter, it's an honor to meet ya both. And who are you? Why, my name's Dobby. I'm.... He's a house elf! I whispered in excitement. They both just turned to look at me.