Day Thirteen
Harry pulls the blanket over his head a little tighter, hoping to block out the sun. He’s not sure what happened. Hermione says it’s decision fatigue, but he just knows he’s worse today. Somewhere beyond the blankets, Dizzy is fussing around the room.
She had been a welcome addition over the last day. Not only had Molly fallen in love with the little elf, letting her follow her around the house as she worked, but Harry was immensely comfortable with her. She doted on him like he was her child, and frankly, he needed that. He had been comfortable enough that when she offered to sit with him, he encouraged Ron and Hermione to go down to breakfast.
“Can Dizzy ask Master Harry a question?” comes a small squeak.
“Sure, Dizzy,” he grumbles. He’s also found he can’t say no to the tiny elf.
“Why does Master Harry not have clothes?”
“Huh? I have clothes, Dizzy,”
“Master Harry wears his Wheezy’s jumpers, and everything else is too big or has holes,” she explains, holding up an old t-shirt of Dudley’s. “Master Harry is a great wizard. He should have clothes,”
“I dunno, Dizzy, just never went shopping, I suppose,” he shrugs. “I wasn’t allowed to have many of my own things before Hogwarts,”
“Can Dizzy ask another question?”
He laughs. “You can just ask me things, Dizzy, you don’t need permission,”
“Where was Master Harry? When he was not at Hogwarts?”
“Did Dumbledore not tell you? Or Dobby?”
“Mister Dumbledore told Dobby not to tell Dizzy so Dizzy could not be tempted to cause trouble,”
“I was at Aunt Petunia’s and Uncle Vernon’s,” he explains. There’s a silence, and so he peeks his head out of the blanket. “Dizzy?”
The house elf stands clutching the t-shirt very tightly. “Master Harry was at the muggles?”
“Yes... are you alright?” he asks, concerned. “You look angry,”
“Dizzy IS ANGRY!” she shouts, her tiny voice squeaking. “Mistress Lily’s muggles is bad muggles. Mister Dumbledore should not have sent Master Harry there. Mistress Lilly would have hexed him,” she says with a final hmph.
“Really?” he asks. “Mum wouldn’t have wanted that?”
“Never ever,” Dizzy insists.
“What would she have wanted?” he asks. It’s the first time he’s been able to ask that and know he’ll get an honest answer.
“Mistress Lily would have wanted Master Harry to go with Master James’s Padfoot or his Moony,” she says very firmly. “Or even Wheezys! Anyone but her muggles,”
He holds back a sob. “Remus could have taken me?”
“Dizzy shouted at his Moony when he was at Hogwarts,” she huffs. Then she adds a little forlornly, “Dizzy loved Master James’s Padfoot and his Moony,”
“Not Peter?” he asks curiously.
She shakes her head furiously. “Bad,”
“Mm, indeed,” Harry sighs, sinking back into the sheets. “Thank you, Dizzy,”
“Dizzy does not know what for,”
“For knowing them,” he says simply. “For bringing me a piece of them,”
“You is welcome, Master Harry, you is welcome,”