𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

YR 4 ☆•°~'* 03

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Y/N's jaw dropped when she spotted the magnificent Quidditch World Cup stadium. She could tell it could probably fit over ten cathedrals. Mr Weasley led them to the nearest entrance and handed over their tickets to a Ministry witch. 

'Top Box!' she said as she checked their tickets. 'Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go.'

The group clambered up the purple stairs excitedly with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. They kept climbing higher and higher, Y/N's Polaroid camera swinging around her neck.

At last, they reached a small box at the very top and they went in. Y/N looked around to see about twenty seats in two neat rows. She quickly went over to the front row and looked over the railing at the Quidditch pitch.

'Oh wow, we've got the perfect seats!' she said excitedly, watching as people in the levels below took their seats. 

She sat down on one of the chairs, and Harry and Hermione sat on either side of her, with Ron sitting next to Harry. As everyone else in their party took their seats, Y/N noticed a tiny creature in the back row with giant ears and face hidden behind long fingers. Harry had noticed the creature too and he gasped. 

'Dobby?' he said incredulously.

The creature looked up and parted its fingers to look at Harry. Y/N had never met Dobby before, but from what she heard from Harry, this elf didn't seem to match the description Harry had given about Dobby. The eyes were ginormous and brown, and the nose had the shape of a large tomato. 

'Did sir just call me Dobby?' squeaked the elf curiously in a high-pitched voice. Ron and Hermione spun around at the sound.

'Sorry,' Harry told the elf, 'I thought you were someone I knew.'

'But I knows Dobby too, sir!' squeaked the elf, still shielding her face. 'My name is Winky, sir - and you, sir-' her dark brown eyes widened as they rested on Harry's scar, 'you is surely Harry Potter!'

'Yeah, I am,' said Harry.

'But Dobby speaks most highly of you, sir!' said the elf, lowering her hands from her face slightly and looking awestruck. 

'How is he?' Harry asked. 'How's freedom suiting him?'

'Ah, sir,' said Winky, shaking her head, 'meaning no disrespect, sir, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favour, sir, when you is setting him free.'

'Why?' Y/N frowned. From what Harry told her, Dobby was ecstatic when he was set free.

'Freedom is going to Dobby's head,' said Winky sadly, turning to Y/N. 'Can't get another position... He is wanting paying for his work!'

'Er- why shouldn't he be paid?' said Harry blankly.

Winky squeaked, looking horrified at the idea of a salary. 

'House-elves is not paid, sir!' she said. 'No, no, no. I says to Dobby, I says, go find yourself a nice family and settle down, Dobby. But he is getting up to all sorts of high jinks, sir, what is unbecoming to a house-elf.'