THE DESCENDANT OF SLYTHERIN

CHAPTER 2 : DOBBY LIKES MY AUNT'S CAKE

Harry POV

It's acceptable when we think we have no one to care about us, but it's impossible to accept that when we know we have loved ones who are ignoring us. It's very difficult to accept that thought. In previous summers, I accepted my fate that I had no one. But this summer, I have my loved ones—or I thought so. Are they really too busy to contact me, or do they just see me as a pastime? Do they even consider me their friend, as I consider them? Or do they talk to me just because I'm famous, like others? Speaking of being famous, yeah, you can say I'm famous because of one dark wizard named Voldemort, whose name was and still is feared by the wizarding world even to utter (yeah, forgot to tell you, the wizarding world is very much real, just like you and me). He killed my parents but not me, for some unknown reason, and then he disappeared and became weak. My friend (also my little sis by all but blood, though sadly not acknowledged) and I had an encounter with him last year, which became a secret at Hogwarts. So yeah, can you get it? I'm famous because my parents died but not me. What a great achievement, right? Can you guess how old I was when all this happened? Just one year old. That's when I became famous. Before I knew how to talk or walk, wow, I was famous, well-respected... but not where I am now.

Coming back to the present, I had a completely usual argument with my uncle about my owl Hedwig making noise. She was bored since she's locked up and not allowed to fly around. I even requested my uncle to at least let her fly for an hour a day, but his fear won over me. He thinks I'm going to send her to pass messages to my friends, since he locked all my wizarding world belongings like my wand, books, and broomsticks in the cupboard under the stairs the very first day I returned to this so-called home. I'm going to report him to my friends. Maybe he's afraid of Hagrid showing up again. For the first few days, my so-called cousin Dudley feared my mere presence, but not anymore. Now he teases me about not having any friends and not receiving any letters for my birthday. At least he remembered my birthday. He's the only one who remembered, but my luck—he didn't come to wish me; he came to tease me. It's the best birthday ever, isn't it? (OMG, Laia is rubbing off on me.)

The Dursleys hadn't even remembered that today happened to be my twelfth birthday. Of course, my hopes weren't high; it's a well-known fact that they've never given me a proper present, let alone a cake. But now they completely ignored it. But my Uncle Vernon Dursley considered today an important day—not because he remembered my birthday, but because, according to him, having dinner with his client is a life-changing important day. Note that they were prepared for this dinner for a whole month, and they wanted me locked in my room, making no noise, pretending that I'm not here. Wow, what a great day. This is my best worst birthday. There's no one here to remember my birthday or care to talk to me. But on the other hand, I feel like I'm being observed. For instance, I noticed a pair of two enormous green eyes while I was alone, just before Dudley arrived to tease me.

When I returned to my room, there was some sort of creature. The creature slipped off the bed and bowed so low that the end of its long, thin nose touched the carpet. It was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase, with rips for arm- and leg-holes.

"Er—hello," I said nervously.

"Harry Potter!" said the creature in a high-pitched voice I'm sure could be heard downstairs.

"So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir... Such an honor it is..."

"Oh god, I am doomed," I thought, but I replied, "Thank you. Who are you?"

"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," said the creature.

"Not that I'm not pleased to meet you, but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?"

"Yes, sir. Dobby has come to tell you, sir... it is difficult, sir... Dobby wonders where to begin..."

"Sit down," I said politely, pointing at the bed. To my horror, the elf burst into tears—very noisy tears.