Harry Potter : In the shadow of divinity32.14%

Chapter - 27 : Unseen and Unheard part - 2

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"Harry Potter!" the elf exclaimed with a high pitched squeak.

Harry quickly shut his door the rest of the way, set his food on the desk, and, with a wave of his hand, set up a charm that prevented any sound from leaving his room. "Er, hello," he said, settling down in his desk chair. "If you don't mind my asking, who are you? And what are you doing in my bedroom?"

"I am Dobby the house elf. And Dobby is here to tell, sir…well, it's very difficult, sir…Dobby wonders where to begin."

"I find the beginning usually works for me." When Dobby only shook his head, he elaborated further. "How about we start with who sent you?"

Dobby flinched. "Nobody sent Dobby, sir. Dobby came here by himself."

"But why?"

"Dobby has come to warn the great Harry Potter, sir! He must not go back to Hogwarts."

"Okay," Harry said slowly. "Why don't you explain why?"

"There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"

"What is this plot? And who's behind it?"

Dobby made an odd strangling noise and then frantically began banging his head upon the wall. Harry leapt to his feet and grabbed the elf around his waist, forcefully pulling him away from the wall. Silently he praised himself for having the foresight to silence his room as Dobby's squeals of pain were deafening.

"Stop, Dobby," Harry said firmly. "You've punished yourself enough. All right?"

Only when the elf nodded in agreement did Harry set him down, he watched suspiciously as Dobby weaved drunkenly around the room for a few minutes, regaining his bearings.

"Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

"Yeah, we covered that already," Harry sighed. "Evil things are going down this year, but what? Give me something specific."

"Dobby cannot say," the elf moaned. "Dobby cannot say."

"Is Voldemort-" Dobby squealed in terror, "You-Know-Who behind it?"

Dobby hesitated, then shook his head slowly, but he stared intently at Harry as he did so, as if attempting to relay a clue.

"Okay, he's not behind it, but if whoever is behind it succeeds, will it result in You-Know-Who getting his body back?"

This time he received a nod.

"All right, then I definitely have to go back."

"But the great Harry Potter cannot!"

"I have to, if I don't go, my friends will be in danger."

"The friends who don't even write to Harry Potter?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at the shifty looking house elf, he hadn't received a single letter from any of his friends this summer, something he'd assumed was a side effect of the wards around Number Four.

"Have you been taking my letters?" he asked dangerously.

"Dobby has them here, sir." The house elf meekly pulled out dozens of letters from under his pillowcase and even what looked like shrunken down parcels. "Harry Potter mustn't be angry… Dobby hoped if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him, Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir."

"Give me my letters."

"Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts. There is a danger you must not face! Say you won't go back, sir!"

"I will say no such thing."

"Then Harry Potter will not be getting his letters."

Harry snarled and lunged at Dobby; the little creature didn't expect the sudden attack so all he had time to do was squeak in fright before the twelve year old was upon him, wrestling with him for the stack of letters.

"Give me my letters, Dobby!" he cried, attempting to pry the elf's thin fingers open.

"Dobby will not!"

Harry had only just managed to gain the upper hand in the bizarre fight when there was a soft cough from behind them. Both boy and elf froze and slowly turned to face their unexpected visitor.

"Well, isn't this an interesting sight."

Harry wrenched the letters from Dobby's slackened grip and leapt to his feet. "Dad," he gasped breathlessly, "I didn't expect to see you until later tonight."

"I'd figured I'd keep you company while you're relatives brown nosed away downstairs," Loki observed the scene before him in amusement. "But it seems you're already being sufficiently entertained. Perhaps I should return later."

"Don't be silly," Harry dragged Loki to the chair, "Dobby was just leaving. Weren't you Dobby?"

The house elf looked upset, but he nodded anyway. "Of course, Harry Potter."

"Excellent. But Dobby." He paused in the act of teleporting away. "I will be going to Hogwarts this year, so please don't try and stop me."

Dobby must have seen something in the look on Harry's face as his tiny shoulder slumped and he nodded once, then popped away.

"What was that about?" Loki asked.

"Nothing." Harry waved the odd event aside as he grabbed his plate and settled down at his father's side. "Just some crazy house elf. So what have you been doing in Asgard? Has Uncle Thor gotten into any trouble since you last visited?"

Loki sighed heavily "Your oaf of an uncle is always getting into trouble," he said. "Why just the other day he got so thoroughly smashed he almost started a war with all of Vanaheim."

Tales of his uncle's foolish antics had Harry forgetting all about the mad house elf and his nonsensical warnings far too quickly. Every once in a while, the scrape of cutlery against fine china or a burst of fake laughter would make its way up into his bedroom, but not once did Harry wish he could be anywhere other than exactly where he already was.

Vernon successfully sealed the deal with the Mason's, putting him in such a good mood that Harry found the rest of the summer to be something resembling tolerable. He was still, however, over the moon when September 1st arrived and he was able to return to Hogwarts.