Dobby, you miserable excuse for an elf," his master called, "go to the chicken house and clean it up before I have your head!"
Dobby did not like his new master, or the name she had given him. Why couldn't he have been royalty like he was supposed to!? Why couldn't he have just been Dobbard Maximillian Petrichonius III like he was mean to be?
He went to the chicken house and began to clean up the mess. It was a grotesque sight. The chickens seemed to enjoy defocating everywhere. There were feathers everywhere, and unhatched eggs littered the ground. He began to put the eggs in a pile in the corner with the least amount of fecal matter. After that, he cleaned up the remaining feces and feathers.
When he was done, his clothes were in horrid shape, so he went to wash them in the stream.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" his master asked him harshly.
"N-nothing, oh m-merciful master," replied the nervous elf.
"Unless told to, you do not move an INCH! AM I CLEAR?!" the cold woman yelled.
"Y-yes, Master Bathilda," Dobby replied.
"Now, strip your clothing. You may bathe in the stream, but you may not wash your clothes."
"B-but master-" Dobby started
"No buts about it," Bathilda finished for him. "Now go clean up."
"Y-yes master," he replied with the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice. And so he went down to the banks, took off his "clothing," which was a sheet, and washed off all of the chicken excrement. He could already tell he hated his most recent master.
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Dobby the Royally Stupid House Elf
FanfictionBefore the Founders of Hogwarts built the school of witchcraft and wizardry, elves were considered equals with witches and wizards. In fact, some thought they were superior to the humans. When Hogwarts was founded, though, the Wizards became more po...
