Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1

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Harry Potter would get to school another way!'
He was rocking backwards and forwards, shaking his ugly head.

'Dobby was so shocked when he heard Harry Potter was back at Hogwarts, he let his master's dinner burn! Such a flogging Dobby never had, sir ...'

Harry slumped back onto his pillows.

'You nearly got Ron and me expelled,' he said fiercely. 'You'd better clear off before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangle you.'

Dobby smiled weakly.

'Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home.'

He blew his nose on a corner of the filthy pillowcase he wore, looking so pathetic that Harry felt his anger ebb away in spite of himself.

'Why d'you wear that thing, Dobby?' he asked curiously.

'This, sir?' said Dobby, plucking at the pillowcase. ''Tis a mark of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. Dobby can only be freed if his masters present him with clothes, sir. The family is careful not to pass Dobby even a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house for ever.'

Dobby mopped his bulging eyes and said suddenly, 'Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make –'

'Your Bludger?' said Harry, anger rising once more. 'What d'you mean, your Bludger? You made that Bludger try and kill me?'

'Not kill you, sir, never kill you!' said Dobby, shocked. 'Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! Better sent home, grievously injured, than remain here, sir! Dobby only wanted Harry Potter hurt enough to be sent home!'

'Oh, is that all?' said Harry angrily. 'I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you wanted me sent home in pieces?'

'Ah, if Harry Potter only knew!' Dobby groaned, more tears dripping onto his ragged pillowcase. 'If he knew what he means to us, to the lowly, the enslaved, us dregs of the magical world! Dobby remembers how it was when He Who Must Not Be Named was at the height of his powers, sir! We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir! Of course, Dobby is still treated like that, sir,' he admitted, drying his face on the pillowcase. 'But mostly, sir, life