The star, his moon and their comets

CHAPTER 26 The Warning

As the summer days drifted by, Emma found solace and companionship in her room, where she often spent time playing with her beloved kneazle, Zephyr. The room was a haven of comfort and familiarity, filled with memories of laughter and shared moments with her family.

Zephyr, her sleek and graceful kneazle, was a constant source of joy and comfort. His intelligent eyes gleamed with curiosity as he playfully interacted with Emma, his agile movements adding a touch of whimsy to their games.

Harry made his way to Emma's room, a soft knock on the door announcing his presence. When Emma invited him in, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

With a grin, Harry said, "Hey, Em, dads decided to go out for a bit."

She put aside her game with Zephyr and said, "Okay, wanna join me?"

With a nod and a warm smile, Harry agreed, "Sure, Em! I'd love to join you and Zephyr. What kind of game are we playing?"

Emma grinned and gestured toward Zephyr, who had settled down on the floor, his tail swaying lazily. "I'm teaching Zephyr some new tricks," she explained. "Want to see how clever he's become?"

Zephyr perked up at the mention of tricks, his ears twitching with interest. Emma reached for a small bag of treats and held one up, enticingly. "Zephyr, sit," she commanded, and the kneazle promptly obeyed, his haunches touching the floor as he sat down.

As Emma and Harry were engrossed in watching Zephyr perform his tricks, they suddenly heard an unexpected noise coming from downstairs. It was a curious and slightly concerning sound, one that drew their attention away from their kneazle companion.

Emma and Harry exchanged puzzled glances. Harry asked in a hushed tone, "Did you hear that, Emma? What do you think it could be?"

Their curiosity piqued, the two siblings exchanged another look before deciding to cautiously make their way downstairs to investigate the source of the mysterious noise.

As Emma and Harry descended the stairs, their footsteps quiet and cautious, they soon discovered the source of the noise. There, in the cozy living room, was an elf unlike any they had ever seen jumping up and down on the couch with boundless energy.

The elf, still jumping on the couch, paused mid-jump as soon as he noticed them and looked at them with wide, innocent eyes. "Potter twins, Such an honor."

Harry cautiously asked, "Who... Who are you?"

"Dobby, Dobby the house elf, sir." Emma and Harry exchanged another puzzled look. They had never encountered an elf like this before and had no idea what to make of the situation.

Emma spoke gently, "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?"

Dobby's ears drooped, and he seemed hesitant for a moment before he blurted out, "Dobby has come to tell you... it's difficult. Dobby wonders where to begin."

Feeling a mix of curiosity and concern for the frantic elf before them, Emma extended a warm invitation. "Dobby, why don't you sit down and take a deep breath? We'd like to hear what you have to say, but it might help if you start from the beginning."

His large, tennis ball-like eyes welled up with tears. It became apparent that something as simple as being asked to sit down had a profound impact on the elf.

Tears streamed down Dobby's face as he sniffled, "No one has ever asked Dobby to sit down before, miss. Dobby is just a house-elf, sir. House-elves don't sit down."

Emma and Harry exchanged sympathetic glances, realizing the significance of this simple act of kindness. They had unintentionally touched Dobby's heart by treating him with respect and care.