The image is related to the book but not necessarily this chapter, I just found a better explanation for what I was already attempting to say.
Hari was walking down the hallway with the twins when Peeves floated up to her. "Potty wee Potter! You got my dungbombs?"
Hari nodded, digging in her bag to pull out the box of them. He flew away with them.
"Wait you bought peeves dungbombs?" Fred said, surprised.
#)Yeah he helped me in the second task in return for dungbombs.(#
"Oh, I guess that makes sense," George sighed, "but you're giving him dungbombs? DUNGBOMBS?"
#) I already gave him twenty before, it was beautiful. (#
"You gave him twenty dungbombs," Fred spluttered, "what did he do with them?"
#) The only thing I will say is Filch's office stank for a week after Christmas. (#
"You-" Fred paused, exasperated. "Jeeze Hari, you'll get detention for weeks if anyone finds out."
#)Key word IF, and anyway, I didn't tell him what to do with them, I was just in the giving spirit.(#
"You bribed him-"
#) I was in the giving spirit. (# She interrupted George
"Getting in trouble is our job though." Fred gave her puppy eyes.
#) Do it better then, I only cause chaos when I deem that there isn't enough. (#
"Well I'm sorry, but we some of us actually have to worry about exams."
"Unlike you, her majesty queen Harienne, exempt from her exams."
#) Not my fault, I'd rather be taking them then doing 'scary tasks that could kill me because I'm too young' TM (# She stuck her tongue out at them. Fred booped her nose, George pretended to gag. None of them noticed the pale blond boy at the end of the hallway as Fred gave her a small kiss.
• • •
Hari, Ron and Hermione made their way down to the kitchen to give Dobby some socks that Hari had bought, this was mainly cause Hermione wanted to talk to Winky, but also socks.
They opened the portrait and a bunch of house-elves gave them a very cheery welcome, bowing and curtsying and bustling around making tea again.
Hari pulled the mismatched socks out of her bag and handed to Dobby. A massive smile broke across his face. "Hari Potter is too good to Dobby!" he squeaked, wiping large tears out of his enormous eyes.
"No chance of eclairs, is there?" said Ron, who was looking around hopefully at the house elves.
"You've just had breakfast!" said Hermione irritably, but the ever happy to please elves had already brought a massive silver platter of eclairs.
"Dobby, where's Winky?" said Hermione, straight to the matter at hand.
"Winky is over there by the fire, miss," said Dobby quietly, his ears drooping slightly as Hermione mentioned his struggling friend.
"Oh dear," said Hermione as she spotted Winky. The elf was sitting on the same stool as the last time they had been here, but she was not easily distinguished from the smoke-blackened bricks behind her as she had allowed herself to become so filthy by not taking care of herself. She was swaying back and fourth with several empty butter beer bottles at her fell and a half full one on her hand.
"Winky is getting through six bottles a day now," Dobby said sadly,"Tis too strong for a house-elf, very strong." he said.
"Could I see the bottle please Winky?" Hari asked, Winky gave a large hiccup and sadly handed over the bottle, she opened her bag and took out the miniature trunk, expanding it into the full sized 7 drawer weightless trunk she carried with her everywhere.
"What is that!?" Ron exclaimed
Hermione just stared at her, "Wow, that's actually a really good idea."
She pulled vials of calming and sobering potion out of the 3rd compartment and, after double checking that the ingredients wouldn't react badly with each other or the butter beer, poured half of each of them into the drink.
She handed it to Winky who took a large gulp and blinked, immediately seeming more focused.
#) I don't have anymore right now but I'll swing around later once I've made some. (# Hari told Dobby, who nodded gratefully. She handed him the half empty vials, #) Here's these if she starts again before then. (#
She turned back to Winky. #) Winky, could you tell me anything about Mr Crouch? Could he be doing anything bad for his health? He's stayed at home since November and the Daily Prophet's saying he's ill. My friend who works with him is worried about him and wants to know more. I need your help to make sure he's ok. (#
"Master is ill?" Winky's bottom lip trembled, her enormous pupils focused on Hari.
#) I don't think he's ill, just busy, but we want to make sure he's ok. Do you know anything he could be doing? (#
"Master is needing his Winky!" whimpered the elf. "Master cannot manage all by himself. . . ."
"Other people manage to do their own housework, you know, Winky," Hermione, cutting in sharply. Hari sent her an annoyed look, she was starting to make process dangit.
"Winky is not only doing housework for Mr. Crouch!" Winky said indignantly. "Master is trusting Winky with the most important secrets..."
#) Can you tell me what it is? If it's really personal you don't need to but I'm just trying to help Mr Crouch. (#
Winky shook her head, "I'm sorry miss, Winky can't tell you." She was sobering up and calming very quickly. "Winky is worried but Winky still won't tell master's private secrets. Winky is a good house elf. Winky can tell you that it is important and he is probably not ill miss."
#) If it's alright with you Winky, could I clean and mend your clothing, now that you're sober, I doubt you want to look like that. (#
Winky nodded and Hari cleaned and mended her robes with a hiss and a wave of her wand.
"Thank you miss."
"We is sorry you had to see that, sir and misses!" squeaked a nearby elf, shaking his head and looking very ashamed. "We is hoping you will not judge us all by Winky, sir and misses! But thank you for helping her miss."
"She's unhappy!" said Hermione, exasperated.
"Begging your pardon, miss," said the house-elf, bowing deeply again, "but house-elves has no right to be unhappy when there is work to be done and masters to be served."
"Oh for heavens sake!" Hermione cried. "Listen to me, all of you! You've got just as much right as wizards to be unhappy! You've got the right to wages and holidays and proper clothes, you don't have to do everything you're told - look at Dobby!"
"Miss will please keep Dobby out of this," Dobby said, looking scared. The cheery smiles had vanished from the faces of the house-elves around the kitchen. They were suddenly looking at Hermione as though she were mad and dangerous.
The house-elves crowded around Ron, and Hermione and began shunting them out of the kitchen, many little hands pushing in the smalls of their backs.
Hari was left alone in the kitchen with the house elves, who didn't seem to want to force her to leave after she had helped Winky.
"Are you two happy here?" She asked of Dobby and Winky.
"Professor Dumbledore is very nice Hari Potter miss," Dobby said, "But we do not fit in here."
Hari nodded, #) If it was alright with Dumbledore, would you be happy working for me? (#
"Really Hari Potter miss!? We could work for you!?" Dobby exclaimed
#) Why don't you take me and Winky to Dumbledore's office since you can apparate? (# She said, holding out her hand which Dobby, holding Winky's in his other, quickly grabbed.
• • •
They appeared on the staircase outside Dumbledore's office a split second later and Hari knocked, waiting for Dobby to nod that they were allowed to enter.
Dumbledore looked up at her, confused.
#) Hi Professor who I get along oh so well with. (# She said in an overly fake and cheery voice. #) I have found that these two elves on your staff don't seem to be getting along with the rest of the staff. (#
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at her.
#) I am aware you are paying Dobby and would be willing to pay back the amount you have payed him or more and purchase Winky from you in order to have them work for me instead. (# Hari smiled with a light that didn't meet her eyes.
"You may have them, you don't need to pay me."
Hari's fake smile left her face, #) I'll give you fifty gallions for the both of them because you're the kind of man to give them to me for free and then say I owe you a favour later or that they were just on loan. So I will pay thank you very much. I will also throw in another fifty gallions for them to have full access to the hogwarts grounds so that they may serve me while I am here. (#
Dumbledore's eyes had lost the twinkle they usually held. "Alright Hari, could you drop the gallions off in my office by the end of the week."
#) I will also have my goblin corespondent transfer them directly to your vault so there is proof of transaction, thank you very much. (#
She left the room, her two new elves trailing behind her, the crests having already vanished from their clothing.
" Thank you Hari Potter miss, but where are we going now? "
#) Professor McGonagall's so I can get you past the wards into my house. (#
Dobby took her hand again and they dissapeaered.
• • •
McGonagall jumped as the three appeared in her office.
"Potter! What's wrong?"
#) Nothing professor, I just wanted to use your floo to go home to speak to Sirius, it's important. (#
"Alright, but why are these elves with you?"
#) Reasons. (#
"Of course... ah well." She waved her wand and powder flew into the fire place.
The two elves stepped into the fireplace with her, #) Number Twelve Grimauld Place. (# and they spun down the fire shoot.