No longer safe/ Dueling Club
Hours and hours later, Harry woke quite suddenly in the pitch blackness and gave a small yelp of pain: His arm now felt full of large splinters. For a second, he thought that was what had woken him. Then, with a thrill of horror, he realized that someone was sponging his forehead in the dark.
"Thats totally not creepy at all." Sirius barked a laugh.
"Get off!" he said loudly, and then, "Dobby!"
"The house elf again?" Rabastan muttered
The house-elf's goggling tennis ball eyes were peering at Harry through the darkness. A single tear was running down his long, pointed nose.
"Harry and Primrose Potter came back to school," he whispered miserably. "Dobby warned and warned Harry and Primrose Potter. Ah sir, why didn't you heed Dobby? Why didn't Primrose and Harry Potter go back home when they missed the train?"
Harry heaved himself up on his pillows and pushed Dobby's sponge away.
"What're you doing here?" Harry asked. "And how did you know I missed the train?"
Dobby's lip trembled and Harry was seized by a sudden suspicion."It was you!" he said slowly. "You stopped the barrier from letting us through!"
"Indeed yes, sir," said Dobby, nodding his head vigorously, ears flapping. "Dobby hid and watched for Harry Potter and sealed the gateway and Dobby had to iron his hands afterward" he showed Harry ten long, bandaged fingers — "but Dobby didn't care, sir, for he thought Harry and Primrose Potter was safe, and never did Dobby dream that Harry and Primrose Potter would get to school another way!"
He was rocking backward and forward, shaking his head.
"Dobby was so shocked when he heard Harry Potter was back at Hogwarts, he let his master's dinner burn! Such a flogging Dobby never had, sir..."
Harry slumped back onto his pillows.
"You nearly got Ron, Primrose, and me expelled," harry said fiercely. "You'd better get lost before my bones come back, Dobby or I might strangle you."
Dobby smiled weakly."Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home."
Multiple glares we're thrown at Lucius.He blew his nose on a corner of the filthy pillowcase he wore, Harry felt his anger ebb away despite himself.
Mary scrunches her nose in disgust
"Why d'you wear that thing, Dobby?" he asked curiously.
"This, sir?" said Dobby, plucking at the pillowcase. "'Tis a mark of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. Dobby can only be freed if his masters present him with clothes, sir. The family is careful not to pass Dobby even a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever."
Dobby mopped his bulging eyes and said suddenly, "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make —"
James choked on air, "I'm sorry did he just say HIS bludger?""Your Bludger?" Harry said, anger rising once more. "What d'you mean, your Bludger? You made that Bludger try and kill me?"
"Not kill you, sir, never kill you!" said Dobby, shocked. "Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! Better sent home, grievously injured, "than remain here sir! Dobby only wanted Harry Potter hurt enough to be sent home!"
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