"She's a Potter. It's forbidden."
Harry and (y/n) Potter, the twins who lived are headed to Hogwarts for their first year, and so on. Unfolding the mysteries of Hogwarts and Voldemort, the twins seem to get into more and more trouble every year. It...
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(Y/N) RUSHES OVER TO THE HOSPITAL WING, "Harry! I've got a bad feeling . ." She says shakily to him, "I heard whispers again and I'm sca – " Letting out a squeal, she jumps back, tripping over and falling onto the cold floor as Dobby comes up from nowhere.
"(y/n)! Are you okay?!" Harry whisper-shouts, earning a nod from (y/n), "Dobby?" He asks looking around to see if anybody had heard.
(y/n) gets up, "Hello!" Dobby smiles, "Harry and (y/n) Potter should have listened to Dobby! Harry and (y/n) Potter should have gone back home when they missed the train!" Dobby explains, his pillowcase looking more dirty than the last time they saw him, a week or so before school.
"It was you . ." (y/n) whispers, it made sense. Dobby didn't want them to go back to school, of course it was him. (y/n) shook her head and sits next to Harry on the bed.
"You stopped the barrier from letting (y/n), Ron and me through!" Harry says, on the verge of yelling. But he had to keep quiet or Madam Pomfrey would burst through, getting (y/n) in trouble and himself for being awake.
"Indeed. Yes, sir." Dobby says timidly. He only wanted the best for (y/n) and Harry, but it seemed much harder to try and help than what he thought it'd be.
"You nearly got (y/n), Ron and I expelled." Harry gritted his teeth, leaning forward slightly in anger. (y/n) frowns, she knew Dobby only wanted to help, but he couldn't just make Harry and her not go to Hogwarts, it was like their second home.
"At least you would be away from here." Dobby mumbles sadly, "Harry and (y/n) Potter must go home. Dobby thought his bludger would be enough to make Harry and (y/n) Potter see that – " He continues but was cut off by Harry.
"Your bludger?" (y/n)'s eyes widened. She had nearly fallen off during the tournament, it was terrifying, "You made that bludger chase after us?" She begins to get slightly angry, but still understanding.
"Dobby feels most aggrieved, Ms." Dobby apologises dearly, his eyes saddening, "Dobby had to iron his hands." He says, showing off his burnt, wrapped up hands.
"Oh goodness, Dobby!" (y/n) whisper-shouts, grabbing his hands gently as her eyes soften.
"You better clear off before my bones grow back or I might strangle you." Harry says roughly through gritted teeth.
"Harry, just relax, please. Look what he did to himself!" She motions to Dobby's crippled hands. Dobby screeches, jumping off the bed, anxiously and quick.
"Dobby is used to death threats, sir." Informs Dobby, "Dobby gets them five times a day at home." He whimpers. (y/n) gasps, being the kind-hearted girl she is.
What kind of sick family would do such a thing? Dobby only wants to help, his intentions are only good.
She thinks to herself, frowning, "I don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kill us?" Harry asks, all of them now standing up, next to the bed.
