My Protector | A Harry Potter love story

Year 2: chapter 1

Summer is ending and thankfully it's been uneventful.  The most that's happened was father having many people from the ministry over for meetings of some sort. I suppose Draco has a case of amnesia because it seemed as soon as we got home the relationship I've been attempting to revive all last term with him
has gone out the window. If anything, he's become more and more like father this summer, so I've been trying my hardest to avoid him. I've been practicing on my quidditch broom that my mum got for me this summer and Draco had the greatest idea of telling father he wants to be on the quidditch team this year, so dad is buying new Nimbus 2001s for the whole Slytherin team at the start of the year. Great.

Tomorrow Father, Draco, and I plan on going back to Diagon Alley shopping for new supplies and books for the start of the new term. Gods, I've never been more excited to go back to school in my life. I miss my friends. Sadly, mother and father have been intercepting most of my mail my friends send me, especially Hermione's, so I barely know what they've been up to all year. I tried to argue with father that I have a right to be friends with who I want to be friends with, but he didn't budge and had one of the house elves give me slashings on my hands. Again.

"No! Absolutely not Lucius! Do not bring that thing with you to Diagon tomorrow!" I hear mother arguing to father in his office. I lean against the wall in the hallway of the manor and listen in.

"Narcissa!" Father hisses at her. "If he does come back, which he will, what do you suppose he will do to us knowing we didn't continue his work?! He will kill us all. You know this. It's going to be done."

"Your children might suffer this year because of that! Do you not care? At all?" "Draco will be fine, maybe this will be the lesson that Arabella needs to understand what kind of higher caliber of wizards there are, and especially aren't."

"We have already done so much for him! We already let him.-"

Mum gets cut off by Draco's voice in another room. "Mum! I can't find my new jumper and the damn house elves are being useless."

I hear my mom sigh through the door and start walking to it. I run form the hallway into my room and shut the door. What the hell was that about? My thoughts are cut off by Dobby apparating in front of me.

"Dobby?! What are you doing in my room?" "Oh, Miss Malfoy. Heavens me. I thought that you-" I notice lots of letters in his hands. "What are those Dobby?" I ask him. "Dobby wasn't allowed to give these to you, no ma'am, but Dobby knew that Miss Malfoy deserves to have them."

Dobby hands me the letters and I look at all of them and it's from Ron, Hermione, and Harry. "Why are you giving them to me now Dobby? I thought father would've had them burnt away or something." "No Miss, Dobby was supposed to, but Dobby was bad and hid them away for safe keeping. Bad Dobby. Bad, bad Dobby!" Dobby runs over to one of my books are starts to hit his head with it.

"No, no! Dobby stop!" I grab the book from his hands, throw it on the floor and grabs his hands in mine. "Dobby, breathe. Please just breathe. Father's disciplines are getting harsher on you, aren't they?" I ask him. "If Dobby is a bad elf, Dobby deserves to be punished." "No, no Dobby. Do not say that. You, are not a bad elf." I take deep breaths which thankfully Dobby seems to copy, and it calms him down.

"Thank you so much Dobby for these." I take the letters and I put them against my chest. You are my hero, Dobby." I give Dobby a kiss on the cheek which makes his face red. "Oh! Oh, Dobby would do anything for you miss Malfoy. You have always been kind, oh so kind to Dobby. And Dobby must admit that I've been holding your letters to Harry from him." "What, Dobby why would you-." I try to ask him but he apparates out of my room before I can finish my sentence. What the bloody hell?