"Harry Potter! (Y/N) (L/N)!" You groan, stepping off of your twin bed. Your room is much bigger than last year, but thats simply because Dudley didn't want it. So now, you have a room painted tan, with white carpet and a single window.
A wardrobe sits in a corner, and your desk is in the opposite which has many books from Hogwarts on it. You particularly enjoyed "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", and the author himself, Newt Scammander, once shared the same animal love you have now.
You open the door to the hallway, seeing Harry do the same from the room next to you. You walk down the stairs, not bothering to change out of your sweatpants and baggy sweatshirt. Harry isnt in a much better shape, wearing a t-shirt and sweats.
You cascade down the stairs, walking into the kitchen where Petunia is decorating a fruit cake.
"Hes in there. Vernon!" She says, too focysed on her cake to care about either of you. You walk into the living room, where the obtuse Vernon and his equally large son, Dudley, are in tuxes. Vernon looks to you and Harry as he fixes his sons tie.
"I'm warning you, if you cant get that bloody bird under control it'll have to go." Vernon says, looking at Harry. Of course Hedwig made noise! The white owl is trapped in the cage all summer!
"But shes bored! If we could only let her out for an hour or two-"
"So you could send messages to your freaky little friends? Nu-uh!" Vernon says, to which you gaze at the floor.
"We haven't had any messages from our friends...not one..." You say, wishing that someone had sent you or Harry a letter. You'd promised Malfoy you would write, but Vernon wouldnt allow it. And besides, he hadnt sent you anything either.
"Who would want to be friends with you two?" Dudley says hautily, glaring at you and your 'brother'. Harry was almost that, simply not your blood sibling. But your parents were close, and you had lived here together as slaves to the Dursleys.
"I should think you’d be a little more grateful. We’ve raised you since you were babies, given you the food off our table, even let you have Dudley’s second and third bedrooms, purely out of the goodness of our hearts." You roll your eyes, knowing every bit of that was a lie.
"Not now, Bopkins." Petunia chides, looking at Vernon as she rushes into the living room with her frilly pink dress. "For when the Masons arrive..."
"Which should be any minute now!" Vernon goes over the places for everyone to be at, then gets to you and Harry. "And where will the two of you be?"
"Ill be in my room, making no noise." Harry says, glancing at the floor. Vernon looks to you expectantly, and you cross your arms.
"And Ill be in my room, not doing this." Your leathery wings sprout from your back, the same with ebony horns from your head as your fingers turn to claws and your eyes become slit dots of yellow. You give them a fanged smile, and they all scream.
"To your rooms, now!" You giggle, letting yourself become a human once more. The blood that runs in your veins is part dragon yes, but youve learnt to control your transformations over the summer. Still, it did get out of hand sometimes when you were furious. As you shut the door, you hear Petunia whimper.
"Evil demoness that one!" You sit on your bed, but as you do, your door is thrown open by Harry. He grabs your arm, dragging you to his room with no furthur explanation.
"Oh." You say, realizing what he needed as you see an elf dressed in a sack jumping on his bed. His long pointed nose extends from his tanned, frail face, his skin clinging to his bones as he is obviously malnourished.
"Ha- ha- ha! Ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! Ha, ha! Harry Potter! (Y/N) B-(L/N)! Such an honor it is!" You look at the elf, his large green eyes buldging from his head. He smiles sweetly, and you return the grin. Still, why did he begin your last name as if it....well, wasnt yours?
"Who are you?" You ask, looking down at the creature.
"Dobby, ma'am. Dobby the house elf." Harry speaks up, looking down at the elf.
"Not to be to be rude or anything, but this isn’t a great time for me to have a house elf in my bedroom." The house elf speaks in third person, though his excited demanor is all the same.
"Oh, oh yes, sir! Dobby understands! It’s just that, Dobby has come to tell you- it is difficult, sir- Dobby wonders where to begin?"
"Why dont you sit down?" You ask kindly, to which Dobbys eyes grow wide.
"S-sit down? S-sit- sit down? Oh, oh, ho. Oh, ho, ho… Oh, ho, ho. Ohh, ho, hoo…" The house elf begins to cry, and your heart breaks.
"No, Dobby I'm sorry! I didnt mean to offend you!"
"Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal." You grin at Harry, then look back at the elf.
"Clearly you've never met any decent people then."
"No, ma'am." He says, smiling kindly. He then realizes what he said, and he walks to Harrys dresser. "That was an awful thing to say. Bad Dobby!" He begins bashing his head against the wood, and you crouch next to him.
"No!"
"Bad Dobby!"
"Shh, Dobby!"
"Baaaaaaad Dobby!" You grab the elfs shoulders, pulling him back as he tries to hurt himself.
"Dobby, please!"
"Are you alright?" Harry asks, watching as Dobby clambers around the room.
"Dobby had to punish himself, sir. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir."
"You're family?" You ask, curious as ever.
"The wizard family Dobby serves, ma'am. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they ever knew Dobby was here…ooh… But Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Harry Potter and (Y/N) (L/N) to warn them. You 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."
"What? Whos plotting them?" Dobby pulls a frustrated face, then climbs up Harry's desk next to Hedwig. He grabs the lamp that provides the only light in the room, bashing it against his head.
"Dobby!" You cry, seeing him hurt himself again.
"Bad Dobby!"
"Dobby give me the lamp!" You cry, pulling it from his grasp. He pulls back, trying to hit himself.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Dobby!" You finally pull the lamp from him, setting it on the desk. You hear Vernons heavy footsteps, and you grab Dobby. You set him in Harrys closet, shutting the door.
"What the devil are you two doing up here?!" Vernon asks, shoving the door open. You shake your head, pushing the door shut as Dobby tries to open it.
"You just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke!"
"Sorry." Harry says, glancing nervously at the closet that you push your body against.
"One more sound, and you’ll wish you’d never been born!"
"Yes, sir." You both say, feeling the door rattle against you. Vernon nods, walking out and shutting the door. You release Dobby, and he steps back into Harrys room.
"See why we've got to go back? We belong at Hogwarts! We have friends there." Harry explains, to which Dobby smiles.
"Friends who dont even write to Harry and (Y/N)?" Your eyes widen, and Dobby turns around pulling something from his sack clothing.
"Dobby....."
"Mustn’t be angry with Dobby. Heh- Dobby hoped, if Harry and (Y/N) thought their friends had forgotten him, they might not want to go back to school!" You look at the bundles of letters in Dobbys hands, and you lunge. You manage to grab one bundle, but the house elf escapes with the rest. He runs downstairs, screaming.
"Aaaaaahhh......." You dont hear much more as Harry chases Dobby down the stairs, and you look at the bundle of letters. Many of them have green envelopes, others simply tan. You look to the green ones, which take up most of the bundle, and open the first which was dated the second day of summer.
Dratheum,
I know you promised to write, but I simply couldnt wait. Ive told father of you and your brother, but as we expected he is less than amused. He doesnt want me to speak to you anymore, not kindly at least. He wont know of our letters though, we can stay friends through them until Hogwarts.
~Draco Malfoy
You scane the rest of his letters, each growing more anxious of his fathers wrath as they go on. Eventually you reach one that is from a week ago, and your nearly cry.
Dratheum,
I assume you either arent getting my letters or youve simply resorted to hatred. I'm assuming the latter, as our owls are impeccable. If you think you're better than me, youre wrong. I am a Malfoy! You are nothing.
"Hes mad at me...." You mumble, seeing whats happened since youve lost contact. He went back to his father, he no longer thinks of you as a friend....Merlins beard what will you do?