Piercing gaze

Bratty Potter, warning, and sheep

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July 30st, 1992—Potter Manor, (Basildon Park) Berkshire England

She had been so proud of her baby. He was working so hard to prepare for the Dark lord's return. Albus had informed them that he-who-must-not-be-named would come back and would go after her little boy. She had been against training him to hard. He was still a little boy and should enjoy his childhood. She wouldn't lie and say that she was proud of his grades this past year, but he had been so concerned about stopping the dark followers from getting the Philosopher's stone. And so she was a little lenient on his grades, and of course he had explained how the Slytherin girl had manipulated all the teachers into think she was the best out of all of them.

But this coming school year would undoubtedly be better since she and James had been helping him with his homework and such. Though all of that could wait for while seeing as tomorrow was her Eddy's birthday and Lily was more concerned about the house elves getting their jobs done then Eddy's school work at the moment.

There were going to be so many guests in their home that she needed to ensure she was the best host possible. There were going to be Eddy's friends, their parents, Dumbledore, and important colleagues of James that she needed to make a great impression and present the prefect wife and mother of the Boy who lived.

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Eddy hadn't heard from any of his friends. But then again, he hadn't written to any of them either, as he thought that they would get in touch with him. Now that his birthday had come and gone and he had cleared up all the confusion – apparently, the owls had lost the letters—so he was just enjoying life now. He didn't worry about any of his school work which he had convinced his parents to do, he didn't even think about that stupid little girl that fell down the stairs last year and blamed him for it, though luckily Dumbledore came through for him and kept the "punishment" simple.

Right now, he needed to deal with whatever this fool of a house elf is doing in my room. And he knew that it wasn't one of his families. It was wearing an old ratty pillow case, while his mom made sure that their elves had nice pillowcase with the family crest embroidered on it.

So, who's was it? And what did it want?

Of course, Eddy was smug about how the little creature knew all about him. The thing was going on and on about how the elf – which called himself Dobby – was saying how it was such an honor to meet him.

"I know that it is a great honor," Eddy was smug. "But just what are you doing here?"

"Dobby has a reason, yes he does." The elf was so earnest in his excitement, "Dobby has come to tell you sir...it is difficult, sir...Dobby wonders where to start..."

Eddy only looked on waiting for the elf to start. Apparently, whatever he was doing earned him more adoration from the small creature. That look made him preen and puff up, it was always great when others knew and/or realized just how great he was. But the fact still remained that this was a house elf and clearly bound to a family and it wasn't the Potters. What if Dobby was bound to a dark family? Was he ordered to harm him and that was why Dobby was having a hard time telling him whatever it is?

"What family are you bound to?" Eddy almost pushed his chest out when he realized just how smart he was.

Dobby shook his head back and forth, his long claw like fingers were clutching into the hem of his pillow case. He couldn't tell.

Eddy was upset about the fact that the stupid thing wouldn't tell him just what was going on and the more it refused to say the more Eddy thought he was right about Dobby belonging to a dark family.