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"dobby has come to check on miss mora."
zemora black barely recognized the presence of the house elf in her room as she continued to scrounge through the books surrounding her frame. switching between her mother's, as well as the one given to her for the summer. it belonged to a name zemora had only remembered noticing once before, and of course, it was by the hands of bellatrix lestrange herself.
"i've seen the memories this diary holds." zemora started, her words nearly below a whisper as dobby came to sit by her frame. "he wants me to help this evil find it's way back into the school. everyone will be in danger, and there's absolutely nothing i can do to change it."
"how can dobby help?" the house elf's hand wrapped around zemora's finger, his big, sad eyes staring up towards her as he awaited an answer.
"find harry potter. he mustn't come back to hogwarts. you have to make sure of it."
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"dobby has come to tell you— it is difficult, sir. dobby wonders where to begin."
"why don't you sit down?" harry spoke gently towards the elf, yet within a second, the creature was becoming distraught with the question at hand.
"sit down? si— sit down?" dobby let out dramatic cries, jumping from the bed onto the floor. "sit down?"
"dobby, shh, i'm sorry. i didn't meant to offend you or anything."
"offend dobby?" the house elf turned on his heel abruptly, the cries ceasing to be made. "dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard like an equal."
"you can't have met any decent wizards then." harry had a ghost of a smile upon his lips.
"one, sir." dobby's eyes traveled towards the desk below the window. the scrapbook was pulled open already as if harry had just been studying the photo himself. a smiling zemora by the side of harry and two others caused a shallow laugh to be heard from the elf. "a wonderful witch, but other than that, no— that's an awful thing to say."
before harry could say a word, dobby was hitting his head against the dresser repeatedly, attempting to punish himself for his previous words against his family.
"bad dobby." the house elf relentlessly caused harm to himself, missing harry's attempt to calm him.
harry went to his knees, face to face with dobby before questioning his wellbeing.
