Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Winky

Clutching our souvenirs, Mr Weasley in the lead, we all hurried into the woods, following the lantern lit trail.  I could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around us, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing.  We walked through the wood for twenty minutes, talking and joking loudly, until at last we emerged on the other side and found ourselves in the shadow of a gigantic stadium.  Though I could see only a fraction of the immense gold walls surrounding the field, I could tell that ten buildings would fit comfortably inside it.

Arthur: Seats a hundred thousand.  Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year.  Muggle Repelling Charms on every inch of it.  Every time Muggles have got anywhere near here all year, they've suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again, bless them.

He led the way toward the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by a swarm of shouting witches and wizards.  One of the witches checked our tickets.

Witch: Prime seats!  Top Box!  Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go.

The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich purple.  We clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to our left and right.  Our party kept climbing, and at last we reached the top of the staircase and found ourselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goalposts.  About twenty purple chairs stood in two rows here.  We looked down at the incredible sight below us.  A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field.  Everything was lit with a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself.  The field looked smooth as velvet from our lofty position.  At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high.  Right opposite us, almost at eye level, was a gigantic blackboard.  Gold writing kept dashing across it as though an invisible giant's hand were scrawling upon the blackboard and then wiping it off again.  Watching it, I saw that it was flashing advertisements across the field.  I looked over my shoulder to see who else was sharing the box with us.  So far it was empty, except for a tiny creature sitting in the second from last seat at the end of the row behind them.  The creature, whose legs were so short they stuck out in front of it on the chair, was wearing a tea towel draped like a toga, and it had its face hidden in its hands.

Harry: Dobby?

The tiny creature looked up and stretched its fingers, revealing enormous brown eyes and a nose the exact size and shape of a large tomato.  Judging by the look on Harry's face, this wasn't Dobby, the house-elf Harry had set free from his old owners, the Malfoy family.

???: Did sir just call me Dobby?

Harry: Sorry, I just thought you were someone I knew.

Winky: But I knows Dobby too, sir!  My name is Winky, sir!  And you, sir, you is surely Harry Potter!

Harry: Yeah, I am.

Winky: But Dobby talks of you all the time, sir!

She lowered her hands very slightly, looking awestruck.

Harry: How is he?  How's freedom suiting him?

Winky: Ah, sir.  Ah sir, meaning no disrespect, sir, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favor, sir, when you is setting him free.

Harry: Why?  What's wrong with him?

Winky: Freedom is going to Dobby's head, sir.  Ideas above his station, sir.  Can't get another position, sir.

Harry: Why not?

Winky lowered her voice a bit and whispered.

Winky: He is wanting paying for his work, sir.