Dear Diary (Harry Potter x reader)

Year 4 Chapter 5: Hooded Figures and Dark Marks

A/n: Please note, i cried multiple times out of pain writing this chapter, it took me three days (which actually isnt that long for most of my chapters with my writers block) and it's over 12000 words long, have fun!

Y/n had beat Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys into the mostly empty Ministry Box (there was nobody in there other than a very nervous House-elf, who Y/n didn't pay much mind to), and was sat next to Maia, chatting quietly to her and ignoring the many advertisements.

Over the Summer, Maia had dyed her hair bright red, so red that she could pass for a Weasley... or Cassie when she was mad. Y/n had only seen her best friend one other time over the Summer, which was her birthday party, though, that hadn't exactly been enjoyable.

Maia's mother and Father, Solstice and Forresst Starr had gone off somewhere to find the girls some snacks, and Fawn, who was meant to be in the Ministry box with them, had traded with Maddy so she could be with Sable in the Borealis box.

Maia was dressed in the Bulgarian colours, which subjected her to plenty of mocking from Y/n as the two leaned against each other.

"Dobby?" They heard Harry say incredulously.

"Did sir just call me Dobby?" squeaked the elf curiously from between its fingers. Its voice was higher even than Dobby's had been, a teeny, quivering squeak of a voice.

"Sorry," Harry told the elf, "I just thought you were someone I knew."

"But I knows Dobby too, sir!" squeaked the elf, as Y/n and Maia moved to sit with Harry and the Weasleys. She was shielding her face, as though blinded by light, though the Top Box was not brightly lit. "My name is Winky, sir — and you, sir —" Her dark brown eyes widened to the size of side plates as they rested upon Harry's scar. "You is surely Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, I am," said Harry.

"But Dobby talks of you all the time, sir!" she said, lowering her hands very slightly and looking awestruck.

"How is he?" said Harry. "How's freedom suiting him?"

"Ah, sir," said Winky, shaking her head, "ah sir, meaning no disrespect, sir, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favor, sir, when you is setting him free."

"Why?" said Harry, taken aback. "What's wrong with him?"

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

"Why not?" said Harry.

Winky lowered her voice by a half-octave and whispered, "He is wanting paying for his work, sir."

"Paying?" said Harry blankly. "Well — why shouldn't he be paid?"

Winky looked quite horrified at the idea and closed her fingers slightly so that her face was half-hidden again.