Dobby Helps

Glitch

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 01/07/2005
Last Updated: 01/07/2005
Status: in_progress

What happens when Dobby notices something is wrong with Harry? Dobby helps of course! Of course, then again... don't we all remember the last time he tried to help the boy? R+R

Chapters

1. Love sir?

1. Love sir?

A/N: What can I say? Just a small story I couldn't help but bring up…

R+R!

Well yeah, there's that…

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Harry sighed, as he lay sprawled out on his dorm room bed, in one of his sour, apathetic moods.

“Harry Potter Sir?” Dobby called. Harry didn't bother to lift his head as the house elf faced Harry, whose head dangled upside down over the side of his bed. Dobby had been attending to the poor boy for nearly a week when the house-elf found his poor friend haunting his room instead of the Great Hall during meals and breaks.

“What?” Harry croaked.

“What's the matter sir?” Dobby asked, leaning forward until the tip of his long house-elf nose touched Harry's. The scent of the chicken sandwiches Dobby had brought to him lingered in his breath.

“Nothing,” Harry replied. Lifting his head up, he laid himself properly, yet fully dressed, in bed.

“Harry Potter is a- a l-liar s-sir,” Dobby stated, still not used to the unusual thing the humans called freedom. Still, he felt he should be congratulated for not slamming his head into the furnace door.

“Ok. I am. Now leave,” Harry replied as he flipped his back towards Dobby and curled up somewhat.

“But sir! Dobby's here to help Harry Potter sir!” Dobby insisted as he crawled up onto the bed and shook Harry by the shoulder. “Is it because of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir? Harry Potter is a hero sir! Harry Potter vanquished the Dark Lord months ago! Harry Potter does not need to stay in bed and hide from the Dark Lord no longer sir!”

“Dobby!” Harry groaned as he curled up tighter. “You're very close to getting yourself a one way trip to see Voldermort yourself!”

At this Dobby cringed but continued.

“Dobby is much too used to threats sir!”

Harry just snorted.

“Good for you. Now leave me alone.” The young man insisted as his form relaxed somewhat. Dobby, however, stood indignantly and crossed his arms.

“No sir, Dobby won't leave until Harry Potter tells me his problem.”

“Leave.”

“No!”

“Stupid house-elf! I said LEAVE!” Harry growled. But Dobby, determined, wouldn't set off. New to freedom or not, he was an old friend to impatience and with his new privilege was not afraid to show it—or use it in that matter.

“Harry Potter is being nothing more than a stubborn pile of dragon dung sir!” Dobby screeched as he pounded his tiny, bony fists on Harry's back while he kicked and dug at Harry's behind with his pointy, narrow feet. This only caused Harry to curl up tighter once more and drag one of the many pillows over him to shield Dobby's useless blows. Exhausted, Dobby gave in and collapsed over the pillow and Harry, sobbing pathetically.

“Fine Harry Potter sir! Fine! Harry Potter does not want Dobby's help—“

“Took you long enough,” Harry muttered from beneath the pillow.

“Dobby'll just search for Harry Potters friends. clever-girl Harmony and Weezy…”

This caused Harry to sit up, flipping the pillow and Dobby off his back and causing the poor house-elf to roll off the bed.

“Don't do that!” Harry suddenly cried. Dobby, standing up, looked over the bedside to see Harry standing on all fours facing down at him.

“Why not sir? If Harry Potter does not want Dobby's help, Dobby'll go to find help for Harry Potter!” Dobby cried, pounding his small fist onto the bed in emphasis. Just as he lifted his fingers to apparate away, Harry raised his hands and waved them desperately.

“Don't go! All right! I'll tell you!” Harry pleaded. Happily, Dobby jumped onto the bed.

“Very good sir!” Dobby smiled. Harry looked down at the little elf, forcing a smile of his own. “So what is Harry Potter's problem sir?”

Harry sat Indian style on the bed, hugging the pillow as his glasses slipped down onto the tip of his nose. His face was flushed suddenly as he began to speak.

“I… think I'm in love Dob…” Harry stated, his face growing dark.

“Love Harry Potter?” Dobby asked. Harry nodded. For a moment, Dobby contemplated this before speaking.

“Yeah… I think…” Harry stated, his brow furrowing. “And… I think with my best friend…”

Dobby gasped audibly as he scrambled towards Harry.

“Harry Potter loves his Weezy?” Dobby asked. Harry's features suddenly blanched before darkening to a foreboding red as he thrashed the little house-elf with the pillow at hand. Dobby shrieked in surprise as he shielded himself pathetically from the attacks.

“No! I'm not talking about that kind of love! I love Ron, sure but not the way I'm talking about!” Harry stated between each swing of the pillow. Suddenly he stopped and threw the pillow to the floor, wide-eyed and ashamed. “Thank Merlin Hermione didn't see that…”

“Hamony sir?” Dobby asked. Harry nodded, a faint smile on his face.

“Yeah. `Clever Girl.' She's the one who made all those hats in fourth year, you remember? She had this committee for the rights of House elves…” Harry's face suddenly softened as the smile grew into one of fondness. Dobby tapped Harry with a sly grin.

“Oh so Harry Potter is in love with Clever Girl Harmony, eh sir?” He asked. Harry suddenly flushed again as he bit his lip and turned away.

“Y-yeah I guess so…” Harry replied. Dobby laughed and clapped his hands as he jumped on the bed.

“Very good sir! Very good!” Dobby cheered. “What does Harmony think?”

“It's Hermione Dobby, Hermione.” Harry muttered as he retrieved the abandoned pillow and hugged it. “And she doesn't know.”

“But why not sir?” Dobby asked. Harry shrugged.

“I don't think I could tell her…” He stated. Dobby held his heads. Wizards were confusing creatures they were….

“Why not?” Dobby continued. Harry sighed as he laid himself back down, his back facing the house elf.

“I don't know…” He muttered. Dobby strode over to his forlorn friend.

“Harry Potter has nothing to fear! Harry Potter most certainly has done great things indeed! This, is nothing compared to what Harry Potter has accomplished sir!” Dobby stated. Harry curled up once more.

“You just don't understand Dobby… Forget I said anything…” Harry sighed. The little alarm clock on Neville's bedside table suddenly beeped, signaling lunch was over. Getting up and gathering his bags and whatnot, Harry walked out of the dorm room, waving sadly over his shoulder.

“I'll see you around Dobby…”

Dobby sat in the room for a moment, cleaning up the mess he and Harry had made in the dorm as he thought about what had just occurred. Harry Potter was in love with Clever-girl. Clever-girl Harmony obviously Harry Potter! What was there to think about? With a grin, Dobby nodded affirmatively..

“If Harry Potter won't tell Harmony of Harry Potter's love! Dobby will do it!” Dobby stated as he lifted the empty tray. “Don't worry sir! Dobby'll help Harry Potter!”

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