Coming Back

Chapter One

As I crawled my way down the steps of the Dursley's house, evilly chuckling I looked beyond the wall to see Petunia baking. I smirked. I opened a little of Freddy's and Georgie's vile of a stink bomb.

It stunk so bad I had to cover it back up. It was my present from one of the boys. I finally made my way to the last step, when an arm pulled me up to my room. Harry! I was pushed on my bed across from Harry's as he stood over me and huffed out a huge breath of air.

"Nova, you can't keep antagonizing them, they won't let you go to Hogwarts if you keep it up."

"Fuck them, Harry," I groaned as he picked up a magazine with brooms on his bed and sat back down.

Keeping it between you and me, he had a good chance at making it as a Quidditch player as a job. I smiled and sat on my bed.

Not that we were much looking for wizarding careers just yet. We were just 12, I wondered if they had some sort of fast food wizarding career? Maybe I could start that when I was of age? So I could actually have money and support me and Harry.

Maybe I could help the Twins with their pranks, the funding for it. To make jokes and sell them. That would be totally awesome.

"Well, thanks for not letting me go make a fool out of myself," I groaned and lied my head back.

"What are you talking about," he didn't look up from the book.

"From making me do that prank on the Dursley's,"I said as he finally looked up and gave me a puzzled look.

"What were you going to do this time?" He asked. I smirked.

"I'm really not even supposed to tell anyone about it, it's a thing the twins put together for me if I ever-"

"Oh, Fred and George, something having to do with pranks, correct?"

"Well yes-"

"Harry and Nova Potter," Said a little frail voice opening the door. I opened it to see a little elf looking thing. It's hard we're beaten and his posture was incredibly painful to look at. He walked into the room to look at us both.

It looked absolutely pitiful. Its poor ears were all droopy and its eyes looked as if his heart had been broken at least 1,000 times.

"Hello," he smiled weakly.

"I'm sorry but who are you?" I asked.

"Dobby, Miss," he said walking in and looking from me to Harry, who's magazine was now stored away. He was actually interested in what was going on here. I went and sat on Harry's bed.

"Please don't be mad Miss, I have come in hopes to save your life."

"Mad, why would I be mad? You haven't done anything! And you're trying to save me? Wait, how?"

"It is very difficult to say," He whispered. As he looked to his feet.

He hadn't done anything, as far as I could tell. He looked to Harry not knowing what to say, but then again. Who did really?

Dobby looked at me to Harry as we exchanged glances. Harry coughed to clear his throat.

"So Dobby, why are you here?" Harry asked before I nudged him in the side.

"It is most difficult sir, Dobby's not sure he will say this right," He looked puzzled now.

"Nova and Harry Potter mustn't go back to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry," He said.