Slytherin Harry Potter

Dursleys Party

Harry pov

I couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts. Life with the Dursleys was horrible. Especially when he had been non-stop cleaning all summer. I knew I was never going to finish my summer homework with my books locked away
This past week was the worst with dursleys having guests over. Adelst once they arrived as long as I hid away parenting he doesn't exist. I should be fine.

As much as I hate being with the dursels adlest I didn't have to deal with my stupid fame. I've always hated what people thought I was famous for; for defeating Voldemort when I was a baby. Especially at the price of my parents.

I had tried to tell Ron that in the previous year. But he thinks I'm a spoiled slytherin. The boy who lived along the slimy snakes. ( Snakes aren't even slimy) I think his just jealous his overshadowed by all his siblings and has to be a git to get any attention. It's not our fault his an unwanted child with his parents only having him to  try for a girl.

As much as the game is a pain, I do piss my friends. They haven't written all summer and I don't understand why. It's actually quite angering. I've written to both of them plenty of times, almost on a daily basis. I'm growing quite aggravated that my friends were obviously having more fun than him, and have forgotten to write. I'll talk to them about this on our way to Hogwarts.

I start hearing voices down stairs. I guess the party has started. I'm glad unlike many other years he has his own room to hide in.
I remember back when I used to live in my cupboard. I always knew that wasn't normal because they never made Dudley do that but I can't believe I let them do that to be for so long. I mean I know I'm weak by bloody hell. I mean things still aren't great now. I work like a bloody house elf but I have my own room and they don't starve and beat me as bad anymore.

My room for most of the year is used as a storage room. Which is fine. I understand I'm not using it anyway, as long as they move it and make it livable for when I get back I don't care.

A same small twin bed in one corner, brown wardrobe, opposite, and a broken writing desk on the opposite side of the room. On my desk is a lap, photobook of my parents and a framed photo of my parents holding me as a baby.

While looking at the photo I don't. Notice a strange wrinkled, flesh coloured creature with extremely large ears and ears sitting on the rug in front of his bed. The thing had bandages covering his long, spindly fingers, and was clothed in what looked like a dirty pillowcase. It was about the size of a small child, barely reaching what Harry would describe as a meter high.

It startled me to say the least. I knew it had to be magical, but why would it be here in my room? Why now of all nights?

"Er, hello?" I muttered quietly.

"Eeek!" screamed the creature. "The great Harry Potter has spoken to Dobby!"

"Hush! You're going to get me in trouble, I'm supposed to be quiet!" I was reprimanded. Unfortunately, the creature jumped up and grabbed the lamp that was on his nightside table, before repeatedly banging it over his head.

I'm not entirely sure what to do, grabbed the lamp and lifted it away from Dobby, bringing the creature with it.

Dobby screeched again, before letting go of the lamp and dropping back down onto the ground.

"What are you?" I asked inquisitively.

"I am Dobby, sirs! Dobby is a house elf - but Dobby is a bad house elf right now, sirs! Dobby is not supposed to leave my master, but Dobby has sirs." The house elf - whatever that was - tried grabbing the lamp from Harry's hand again, most likely to hit himself once more.

"Stop, Dobby! If you aren't supposed to be here, then why are you?"

"Sirs, Harry Potter, sirs, you must not return to Hogwarts! There is to be bad things happening at Hogwarts, sirs. You must not go back."