-Rivalry Forged in Unity-

Rivalry Forged in Unity-Chapter 19, Part 2; Dobby the House Elf

So, a whole summer went by. I changed a little. I'm still 4'9, of course. My hair is still the same, just a little shorter. I still have the same fluffy ears and tail, and dirt brown eyes. My style hasn't changed much really. My body changed a little. I'm a little bit curvier now, and my chest has grown just the tiniest bit. I just look a bit older now really.

It is about a week and a half before school starts. I was still in Florida, and I'd be leaving for London the next day. I was in the kitchen at the moment, grabbing a soda.

I made my way back up to my room, and when I opened the door, on my bed, jumping around, was a house elf. I gasped.

The elf turned.

"Mia Lancaster, such an honor it is." He said.

I shut my door. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Dobby, ma'am. Dobby the house elf." He said.

I sighed. "Not to be rude or anything, but this isn't the best time to have a house elf in my bedroom." I said, gesturing to my bag halfway packed on the floor.

"Oh, yes ma'am. Dobby understands." Dobby said. "It's just that, Dobby has come to tell you — it's difficult, ma'am. Dobby wonders where to begin." He said.

I sighed. "Why don't you sit down?" I asked.

"Sit down?" He gasped. "Sit down?" He questioned. He then cried or whined a bit, hopping off my bed and crying.

"D-Dobby, shush. I'm sorry..." I said. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything." I spoke, trying to get him to stop crying.

Dobby turned to look at me.

"Offend Dobby?" He questioned. "Dobby has heard of your greatness, ma'am, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal." He spoke.

"You can't have met many decent wizards, then..." I said.

"No, I haven't." Dobby said. He then sighed. "Oh, that was an awful thing to say! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He said, hitting his head on my dresser.

"Dobby! Dobby stop!" I said, trying to stop him.

He finally shook his head and pulled himself away from my dresser.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Dobby had to punish himself, ma'am." Dobby said as he began climbing onto a chair. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, ma'am." He told me.

"Your family?" I asked.

"The wizard family that Dobby serves, ma'am." Dobby said. "Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they ever knew Dobby was here..." He sighed. "Dobby had to come though. Dobby has to protect Mia Lancaster. To warn her. Mia Lancaster must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year." Dobby told me.

I cocked my head.

"There is a plot. A plot to make the most terrible things happen." Dobby told me.

"What terrible things? Who's plotting them?" I asked.

Dobby groaned. "He. Can't. Say." He huffed.

"Okay, I understand, Dobby. You can't say." I said.

Dobby was already up on my desk, hitting himself with my lamp.

"Give me the lamp, Dobby!" I said. I then heard my brother's footsteps coming to my room.

I shoved Dobby into my closet and shut the door as my brother swung my bedroom door open.

"What is going on in here?" He asked me, confused.

"Nothing...Just uh, practicing magic." I said.

"You know you're not supposed to do magic outside of school." He said.

"It's summer work." I told him.

"Right..." He shrugged it off, shutting the door.
I let Dobby out.

"See why I've got to go back? I have no friends here and I'm stuck doing work. I don't belong here, I belong in Hogwarts." I told Dobby.

"Friends who don't even write to Mia Lancaster?" Dobby questioned.

"Well, I expect they've been..." I looked confused. "How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?" I asked.

Dobby's eyes widened. "Mia Lancaster mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped if Mia Lancaster thought her friends had forgotten her, she may not want to go back to school, ma'am." Dobby said, pulling a bundle of letters from his pockets.

"Give me those, now." I said.

"No!" Dobby said, and ran out of my room. I ran after.

Dobby was now in the kitchen, looking at my dad who was eating a cupcake.

"Don't do it, Dobby..." I muttered.

Dobby snapped his fingers, and the cupcake shot right into my dad's face. Dobby then disappeared.

"Did you?" My dad asked.

"Uh..." I sighed. I didn't even respond.

Later that night, I had my stuff packed for the next day. I was using my phone during the night. I looked out the window, to see some light in the night sky. I got up out of bed and looked out the window.

The light was getting bigger and bigger, coming closer to my window. A flying car. It pulled up to my window.

A familiar platinum blonde in the driver's seat.

"Hey, Lancaster." Draco said with a smirk.

"Draco? What're you doing here?" I asked him.

"Picking you up, duh." He said with a smirk.

"You're twelve! How're you driving?" I exclaimed.

"My father taught me when I was ten." Draco said, grinning.

"Damn-" I covered my mouth.

"Woah, did goody-two shoes Lancaster just curse?" Draco laughed.

"It slipped out, shut up." I huffed

"Well, anyways, leave a note for your father. You're coming with me back to London." Draco told me.

"Alright." I said. I went to change into a black hoodie and dark blue skinny jeans, and my gray sneakers. I grabbed my bags and opened my window again, as Draco opened the trunk. I put my bag inside and shut the trunk. He turned the car so the passenger side was facing me. I got in the car, pulling the crate with my cat inside.

"Your cat's different. Did you put a spell on it?" Draco asked.

"Oh..." I looked down. "Perseus got sick. He passed..." I mumbled.

"Oh, Lancaster... I'm sorry, that's terrible." Draco sighed. He gave me an awkward side hug. He told me before he was never great at comforting people. I could see that now.

"Well, this is Binx... I named him after the cat in Hocus Pocus." I said, pointing to the sleek black cat in the crate.

"Huh. He looks cute. Father got me a niffler." Draco said, the niffler curled up asleep.

"Cool." I smiled. Draco began driving the flying car back to London.