Regulus Black the Potions Master

Capítulo 26

Harry looked at the professor in surprise, he hadn't known that. Truth be told, he doesn't know much about his family and ancestors.

"I'm going to speak to Madame Pomfrey, hold on a little longer."

[...]

Thanks to the kindness of Madame Pomfrey, who gave him a potion so that he could finally sleep. Harry lapsed into unconsciousness, overjoyed at being able to escape the pain.

When Harry opened his eyes, he wasn't sure how long it had been since he fell asleep. He let out a grunt of pain, his arm felt like it was full of shrapnel now, and for a moment he thought that was what had woken him up, then he realized he wasn't alone, there was someone there with him. In the dark, someone was wiping his forehead with a sponge.

He felt panic seize him, and pulling back he shouted:

"Get out of here" A moment later he realized "Dobby?"

"Harry Potter's back at school," the elf muttered with clear unhappiness.

Harry frowned as he listened to the ragged elf mutter about having warned Harry about the dangers, complaining that he hadn't been heard by the boy.

"Why didn't you come home when you missed the train?"

Over the pain and confusion, Harry glared at the little being.

"Was it you?" Harry said accusingly "What did you do? How do you know I missed the train?"

Dobby's lip trembled, making Harry suspect him even more.

"It was you," the boy said, anger bubbling slowly to the surface.

"Of course, my lord," Dobby replied forcefully.

"You almost got Ron and me expelled."

Harry just stared at the elf, trying not to let his frustrations explode at Dobby. There had been a lot building up in Harry over the last few weeks, the last few months in fact, and as much as the brunet now knew that most of it was Dobby and Lockhart's fault, he tried to control himself and think rationally.

It got harder as Dobby confessed:

"Dobby hid and waited for Harry Potter, and then sealed the passage. Dobby had to iron his hands afterward, but Dobby didn't mind," the elf showed his bruised hands.

As much as Harry just wanted to get angry, seeing Dobby's hands made his heartache. Harry was used to being punished and it was something he didn't wish on anyone. It's rather ironic how similar the Dursleys and the Purebloods are, even though they hate each other openly.

"Dobby was so shocked to learn that Harry Potter had arrived at Hogwarts by other means that he let his master's dinner burn," he continued, shaking his head, "Dobby has never been so flogged."

The fact that Dobby had tried to stop Harry from getting to school had slipped the boy's mind, now all Harry wanted was to help the poor fellow. He'd like to say that he doesn't know what it feels like to be flogged, but Uncle Vernon is very fond of wearing his belt.

He sank back onto the pillow, looking pityingly at Dobby.

"Dobby is used to death threats, my lord. At home, Dobby gets them five times a day."

Dobby scrunched up his long nose in the rag he was wearing.

"Harry Potter needs to go home," Dobby said resolutely, "Dobby thought the bludger would be enough."

Harry stared at him for half a second before he understood what the elf meant and was immediately furious again.

"The bludger, it was you," he said through his teeth, "were you trying to kill me?"