𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂 ☆ 1

Rosalyn Potter lived with the Weasleys. She had been there since she was a baby when her mother and father were murdered. But Molly Weasley had taken her in like another child, as they had plenty of those anyway, but sadly, her twin Harry hadn't had the same up bringing. He had been taken in by their only remaining relatives, the Dursley's, who hated magic.

This summer, Rosalyn had been exchanging letters with Hermione and Harry, but the lately they were acting strange. Rosalyn had been owling Hermione regularly, catching up with her on her summer, but suddenly she had just went silent, and Harry hadn't been replying to any of her letters, she didn't know what was going on with him, until a few days ago.

Anyway, tonight was the eve of Rosalyn and Harry's birthday, and Rosalyn had sent a hopeless letter to Harry to ask him if he wanted to celebrate at the burrow, but nothing, as per usual, had come back. She thought this had stopped, after her meeting with a certain creature.

Her brother wasn't the only weird thing that had happened to her this summer. About three days ago, a house elf had showed up in her bedroom.

Rosalyn had been trying to convince Molly to let her go and get Harry, and she had been saying a point blank no.

"Please he's not responding to any of my letters and-"

"No, no, no!" Molly had yelled. "You are not going all that way on your own, I do not give my permission-"

"But he could be hurt! He could be-"

"I will not risk your safety!"

"Please, Molly!"

"NO!"

So she has stomped off to her room in a rage. Only to find a small creature with pointed ears and big, glassy eyes, jumping on her bed.

It had stopped when if saw her, and bowed low. "Rosalyn Potter, what an honour it is."

Rosalyn had shut her door and said, "Who are you?"

"Dobby, Miss, Dobby the house elf."

"Why are you here?"

"It is- difficult, Miss."

"Well, why don't you sit down?"

That set everything off. The Weasley's had never had a house elf before, she didn't mind, but she also didn't know how to treat them. Dobby had started crying loudly.

"Dobby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- to offend you or anything," Rosalyn had said in panic.

The house elf had turned to her. "Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness, Miss, but never has Dobby been asked to sit down by was witch or wizard," the little elf said in panic. "Like an equal," he added as an afterthought.

"You can't have met many decent witches or wizards, then."

"No I haven't," The elf's eyes had widened as if he'd said a terrible secret, and he had gone over to her chest of drawers. There, he had hit his head on them, his ears, his nose, it was like he had wanted to hurt himself. "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"Dobby, please, stop!"

Once she had got him away from the drawers, she said. "Are you alright?"

"Dobby had to punish himself, Miss, Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, Miss."

"Your family?"

"The wizarding family Dobby serves, Miss, Dobby is bound to serve one family all his life, Miss. If they ever knew Dobby was, here..." He looked her straight in the eye. "But Dobby had to come, Dobby had to protect Rosalyn Potter, to warn her that she must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year! There is a plot, a plot to make most terrible things happen!"