MY BROTHER'S ENEMY / Draco Malfoy x Reader

chapter 32

{A/N: would you all like me to start adding word counts to the beginning of each chapter?

And again any suggestion will be welcomed toward a name for Y/Ns owl up until the end of August 2022}

"Harry and Y/N Potter! Such an honour it is!" We both rush to enter the room and silently close the door, as to avoid getting in trouble.

"Who are you?" Harry is not hesitant to ask. However, I, being the more abrasive twin ask a genuine, possibly offensive question.

"And what are you?" Harry gives me a death stare; I give him a look that says 'what? I am curious.' We both turn to the thing jumping from bed to bed. It seemed to be a familiar creature. There was always a possibility I had seen an image of one while reading a book at Hogwarts.

"Dobby, Dobby the house elf." It suddenly clicks in my head; I had heard about the house elves at the school. They are like slaves, which had seemed wrong to me since I was made aware of their presence at school. Even if the elves 'like' it, they should be given more rights and be given some form of compensation for their hard work.

"Not to be to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time for me to have a house elf in our bedroom," I say as I try to figure out a way to get him out of our room without anyone noticing he was even here, and without alerting the muggles of the street that there is a magical creature. Even though, they would most likely deem Dobby to be a monster.

"Oh, yes! Dobby understands! It's just that, Dobby has come to tell you- it is difficult- Dobby wonders where to begin?" Possibly, he could begin by shutting up and leaving, I don't want to be in any more trouble. However, Harry seems to disagree with how I feel about getting him out.

"Why don't you sit down?" This seems to be the wrong thing for my twin to ask, as the house elf starts to cry, seemingly offending him.

"Sit down? Sit down?" Harry and I rush to quiet him, harry begins to shush him.

"He didn't mean to offend you, please quiet down" Dobby seemingly stops crying once I said 'offend' standing up straight and sniffling.

"Offend Dobby? Mr. Potter did not offend Dobby, Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal." At this I feel a wave of sadness, I can relate to him. Harry and I had never been treated as equals before we went to the wizarding worlds.

"You can't have net many decent wizards then," Harry says calmly, I assume he feels the same feelings of empathy toward the house elf as I do.

"No, I haven't. That was an awful thing to say." Dobby seems to regret what he says as he starts to hit his head on our dresser repeatedly, making enough noise that it must have made the guests downstairs curious. He continues to bang his head as he repeats "Bad Dobby!" I rush to pull him away from any item he can hit his head on as Harry begs him to stop. When he eventually convinces Dobby to stop, he checks on him, to see if he is ok.

Dobby's response pushes my belief of house elves not being treated well even further. "Dobby had to punish himself, sir. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family" he continues to make noise; it is almost as though the house elf wants to get us into trouble. Harry and I attempt to quiet him, to calm him, anything to make it seem there is no one upstairs.

In an effort to calm him, I ask questions, "Your family?" it may be a simple question, but it stops him from making constant noise for a moment. He seems to think before responding, it takes him a while before he jumps up to gain attention, almost to have a dramatic flair.

"The wizard family Dobby serves. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they knew Dobby was here..." during his pause Dobby shivers. It makes me think about how cruel his 'family', I don't think they deserve to be called family if they are that cruel. "But Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Harry and Y/N Potter. To warn them. The Potter's must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. There is a plot, a plot to make most terrible things happen."

Harry and I are both shocked, however, I am not overly surprised. People have already attempted to kill us before, why wouldn't they try again? We both look at each other for answers Harry is more confused than I am.

"What terrible things? Who's plotting them?" Harry asks, and Dobby shakes his head, muttering about how he can't say. Undoubtedly, he is scared to disobey his 'family'. When we say it's ok and we understand, he begins to punish himself. In other words, he hits himself in the head with a lamp this time. I thought I had already moved all harmful items from his reach but apparently, I had not. I wince, hearing my uncle's steps about to ascend the stairs.

Harry grabs the lamp from Dobby as I seize him and shove him in the closet just in time for Vernon to open the door. I lean against the door as I struggle to not look suspicious.

"What the devil are you doing up here?!" as we try to explain, Dobby attempts to open the door, I push it closed as Harry backs up next to me, Vernon being as self-absorbed as he is continues screeching at us, "You've just ruined the punchline of my Japanese golfer joke." Harry and I mutter apologies, as I am forced to close the door again, as Dobby is still trying to escape. Thankfully, Vernon is not aware of the magical creature we have stashed in there "One more sound, and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy. And fix that door."

Harry and I mumble our small words he doesn't care to hear, as he walks out.

"See why we've got to go back? We don't belong here; We belong in your world, at Hogwarts. It's the only place we've got friends." Throughout Harry's entire speech Dobby seems more interested in the sock that had ended up on his head during his time in the cupboard.

He has an unexpected comeback to Harry. "Friends who don't even write to the Potter twins?" I suddenly perk up, had he been watching us, how could he possibly know this?

"Well, I expect they've been--hang on, how do you know our friends haven't been writing us?!" This is something that Harry has been sensitive over, he cared for his friends and had assumed they would have written at least once.

"The Potter's mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped if the Potter's thought their friends had forgotten them, they might not want to go back to school" he pulled out two large stacks of letters, from where, I don't know, it may have been hidden by magic. At this point, even I am seething, aware there is a possibility Carter or Draco had written to me, and not being able to know what had been said hurt me, I had told them I may not be able to respond, but it still hurt.

I wondered how Harry felt, he had not suggested the same thing to his friends. However, it wasn't long until he is lurching forward to grab the letter, and I follow in suit. Soon enough Dobby had vanished, and we were in the living room. Standing in front of a very confused family and an incredibly angry uncle.

I knew that this would be the final straw for him. Harry and I may never see the light of day from outside our windows again.