what the holy fuck is that
Chapter 13
What the holy fuck is that?
“Harry! Harry! Wake up sleepy head.” my eyes open slowly and I feel heavy. I lift my head and see the living room. The TV is on but not making any noise. “Would you be so kind and put the sound back on the TV please?” Huh? What's he on about?
“Use the remote that's what its for.” Then I proceeded to snuggle into Sam’s chest not really caring and thinking that I can just sleep some more.
“I did its on full volume.”
“We only got the TV a few months ago it cant be broken already?”
“I don't think that's the issue.” He looks at me and smiles. “An advert came on the TV last night after you fell asleep. I wasn't quick enough in turning it down and you just pointed at it and turned the sound off completely. It was a bit funny until I realised I couldn’t watch the film any more.” I laugh a little.
“Sorry I cant remember.”
“You had been asleep for half an hour by this point. You looked so peaceful so I just let you be.” he starts to stretch and I’m dislodged from my comfy position. I openly moan in annoyance. “We have to get up at some time.” I just look at him and pout. “Breakfast?” this gives hi a chuckle as I nearly wretch. We were had the gang around last night and I might have over done it. Its self inflicted so I expect no sympathy. Through coffee is a must and I start to walk over to the coffee machine we got at the beginning of the holidays.
A short yelp and a crash and Sam comes running into the living room from the bathroom. “Are you okay, what happened?” He sees me on the floor my jeans around my knees. My hand is throbbing. I look at Sam and scowl.
“Why are my jeans around my ankles?” Sam looks sheepish.
“I like touching your skin.” he says it like its the most obvious thing in the world. Healing my wrist which I sprained and went to the bathroom. Following the usual routine I leave the bathroom and sit on the sofa after folding all the blankets. Putting my socks on I get the shock of my life when a little house elf just pops into existence right in front of me.
Holding my chest as I’m sure my heart just skipped a beat a take in the little creature. He has eyes way to big for his head. His ears are large and floppy, almost like a dogs. I have no words. What do you say to a random creature that just randomly appears in your living room. I think Sam said it best.
“What the holy fuck is that?” Sam is at the bedroom door looking at me and the elf.
“Dobby. Sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf,” he turns to me and continues. “Harry Potter!” “So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir…Such and honour it is….” a peppy little fellow, he jumps up and down like a fangirl. It would be funny if it wasn't strange as all hell.
“Thanks Dobby.” not knowing what else to say. I still haven't had my coffee yet my brain isn't working. “What do I owe the pleasure?” Dobby’ eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Not that I’m not pleased to meet you, but, em, is there any particular reason you’re here?”
Harry Potter!” said the creature in a high-pitched voice Harry was sure would carry down the stairs. “So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir…Such and honour it is….”
I’m getting a bit annoyed now and I spark up a tab and try to engage my mind. I interrupt him not wanting to let his thoughts get away with him and keep him on track here.
“Thanks and all that but is there a reason you here in my living room?”
“Oh, yes, sir,” he was very earnest in his expression. “Dobby has come to tell you, sir…it is difficult, sir…Dobby wonders where to begin….”
Sam is just looking on in wonder and I cant help but smile at him. He has never met a house elf before. Hell if it wasn't for the Twins I wouldn't know either. They took me and Hermione to the kitchens. The thing is we all thought that the twins were the greatest for being able to get so much food to the parties we have. Now I know why. The little buggers practically through the food at you. One even brought out a large bottle of whiskey and hands it to Fred. He got some looks from Hermione but she didn’t say anything. She's getting really good at rule breaking.
“Honey can you get us both a coffee and me and Dobby will sit down together and have a little natter.” He gives me a little nod and I pat the seat next to me and encourage dobby to sit. This was the wrong thing to say I guess because the little shit walks over to the TV and starts smashing his head off of it. Again and again I hear the crunch as his head makes contact. He's repeating over and over,
“S-sit down! Never…never ever…” Grabbing him by his shoulders I look at him wide eyed.
“Holy shit, man. Calm the fuck down.” he is fighting me trying his hardest to keep hitting his head. He doesn’t listen. Not knowing what else to go I say.
“STOP… YOU NUTTY FUCK!” he stops and looks at me. He does as he is told and I tell him to sit. He seems better at following instruction compared to being asked. I will have to take this onto consideration when talking to him. “What was that about?” as he finally takes a seat.
“Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard – like an equal.”
“You can’t have met many decent wizards,” I say with a smile. He looks at me with a little smile and replies.
“No, I haven't!” His smile fades. Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the TV again, shouting, “Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!”
“Stop!!” not taking any more of this. Building up the power in my hand I hit him with the same spell I used on Malfoy a few months ago. Dobby is still. Stopped dead like a statue. He cant move and he cant speak. I’m not in the mood to deal with this guys emotional abuse issues.
“Stop. I’m going to allow you to talk. You are going to tell me what you are doing here. I like you but if you don't do as I ask I will give you a flying lesson.” pointing towards the windows to out left. I see his eyes follow my hands. I loosen up the hold I have on him but only the head is aloud to move. I don't want to take a chance he breaks my TV. “First Question. Why hurt yourself like that? That had to hurt.”
“Dobby had to punish himself, sir,” Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir….”
“Family?”
“The wizard family Dobby serves, sir…. Dobby is a house-elf – bound to serve one house and one family forever….”
“Do they know you’re here?” Dobby shuddered, so I take that as a no. why would he come here if he wasn't aloud. Especially when he has to punish himself like that.
“Oh, no, sir, no…Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew I came here, sir –”
“But won’t they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?” Yeesh that's harsh.
“Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments….”
“Fuck that for a laugh. But why don’t you leave? Escape?”
“A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free…Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir….”
I just stair at him. I have never heard of this before. That's fucking awful. I can save the little critters later, right now its time to find out why the little guy is here and why he would go to such great lengths to see me.
“Why are you here Dobby?” I look at him sternly and cant help but feel sorry for the little guy. Ive been in his position I know what its like. When you live under the thumb of an abuser. “And why risk yourself for me, do you want me to help you? I will if you want. I know what its like to live like that.” the little bugger looks like he's going to start humping my leg. It would be cute if this wasn't getting a bit annoying.
“Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby…Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew….”
I'm starting to feel hot in the face, said, “Whatever you’ve heard about my greatness is a load of shit. Hermione is the one that knows everything I just have a way with magic –”
“Harry Potter is humble and modest, Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named –”
“What's Voldyfuck got to do with this?” Dobby when to clap his hands on his ears when I started saying Voldermort's name but stopped when I didn’t call him by his real moniker.
“Dobby, heard tell,” he said hoarsely, “that Harry Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time, just weeks ago…that Harry Potter escaped yet again.”
Nodding, Dobby’s eyes suddenly shone with tears. “Ah, sir, Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven doors later…Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts.”
I burst into laughter at this. He looks a bit put out but honestly what did the little shit think I was going to do. Say ‘sure whatever you say almighty house elf’, no way. “Look Dobby, I appreciate the thought and the risk you took to come here but if that's all you got to say then I think we are done here.” He looks like I just kicked him in the balls.
“No, no, no,” squeaked Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. “Harry Potter must stay where he is safe. He is too great, to good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger.”
“Why?”
“There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year,” whispered Dobby, he started actually shaking now. “Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!”
“What terrible things?” my guard is up now this whole thing could be a trap and the little shit might suddenly turn on me. “Who’s plotting them?”
Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the wall.
“All right!” cried Harry, grabbing the elf’s arm to stop him. “You can’t tell me. I understand. But why the fuck your warning me? Stop fucking about and tell me. Who is trying to kill me is it Voldemort?”
The little shit slowly shook his head.
“Not – not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir –”
Then it struck me. If this is a house elf and it certainly looked like one. Then he only really knows the family he's bonded to. So with obvious deduction it leads me to believe its the little shits owner that going to try some shit at Hogwarts. But why would they target a school? Its not clear but the fact remains that I could possibly be in danger this year. “Hey Dobby?” he looks at me and waits.
“What's your name?” He looks at me perplexed and I urge him to answer.
“Bobby, sir.”
“How old are you?” Looking at me like I have gone mad he answers again
“15, sir.” My turn to be a bit stunned I expected him to be a little bit younger. Then I realise I don’t care at this moment and go back to my plan.
“What's your favourite job?”
“Dobby enjoys doing the dishes sir.” He looks a lot more confident answering questions now his nervousness gone.
“What’s your favourite thing to cook?” I have seen the little critters in the Hogwarts kitchens, talking about the chores the preferred doing. Normally while they were doing the ones they obviously didn’t like.
“Dobby likes cooking the sticky toffee pudding, sir.” Smiling happily at my encouragement.
“Who's your family?” with a big cartoon grin on my face.
“Its Malfoy…” He looks like he's realised what I was doing now and he looks a bit hurt. He must have then realised he’s fucked up and makes a be line for my TV again. Not wanting my stuff to get demolished but a crazy house elf I quickly froze him to the spot.
“Sorry Dobby. That was mean of me to do that but hay you haven’t actually done anything wrong. So don’t panic and don’t hurt yourself. That’s an order, is that understood.” I allow him the movement of his head and he nods slowly.
Satisfied that my TV is safe and the little shit wont bust his head all over my floor, he relaxes as I ease of my magic. He's looking at me a bit like a little fan boy. I don’t ask and just sit there for a moment gathering my thoughts. My first thought was I need coffee then get to work and figure out what the fuck o do next. Is this little Malfoy or is this the Daddy. Shit. I figured out that they are a death eater family. Its pretty obvious if you ask me but hey the wizarding world seems a little bit oblivious, if they haven't realised that themselves. I digress. I still didn’t think I would warrant a need of getting a hole school involved in something messy especially if his own kid is there. Unless he knows he wont be unharmed. Which just leads to more questions. This is convoluted as a hell and I really don’t know where to go from here.
I should ask the guys what I should do. I don’t want to get dobby to tell me what it is they’re doing as he would probably have a meltdown and explode. Not wanting that I just leave it. Ive done more with less so lets see what the guys think and we can more on from there. If someone is out to get me then they will jump into help. Its what we do.
I take a look at dobby and thank him. Still pretty shaken up he disappears and I’m left sitting there on the sofa reeling at the complete fuckery that is my life and wonder if this is all just a big game and I’m some form of sick entertainment.
So we have a big bad coming to Hogwarts once again. “Is it safe to back in?” having so much information all at once as made me forget myself and poor Sam, by the looks at it. His head is sticking out of the bedroom door. I’m a bit speechless so I just shrug. Rolling his eyes he walks towards me and gives me a look. One I know the meaning of.
“I have no idea what to do! I’m assuming you heard all of that?”
“Was hard not to, to be honest. Isn’t Malfoy that kid you had words with last year?”
“You could say that. Honestly I didn’t think I would be hearing from him after that he seemed a bit put out but he also seemed to get the hint that he should just be chill. Then I would. He seemed okay with me from then on…” then it hits me. If he has told his old man then he could be seen as being weak. Then he might be making Draco do something as a way of retaliation. They are pure blood so something like that isn't to hard to believe. I cant fugue out why it would involve the whole school and why my life should be threatened for it. Unless the little shit dobby just got the wrong end of the stick and the Malfoy’s were just being dramatic. That sounds just as plausible. “I’m not sure if I should take this seriously or not! I mean could they really put the lives of innocent children at risk, just for a slight against their pride? Surely not.
“I think you should just wait it out.” Sam breaks me out of my thoughts and back into the real world. “We don’t know all the facts maybe we could talk to the guys and maybe do some re-con. If we can monitor them a bit and see what they are really up to, then come back and think of a plan.” I nod knowing he’s right. We need more information.
“Okay. We can talk to them tomorrow but right now I wanna get a coffee and go for out for a bit clear my head.”
“Sure I will be here. I might go online and see if I can find anything about them.” I don’t actually shake my head but I think it. He still hasn't come to terms wit the fact that there is this whole pure-blood premise in the wizarding world. Ive tried to tell him that there are some witches and wizards that have never stepped foot into the muggle world and really don’t want to.
Getting ready I'm out the door and heading up to the city centre. Just lost in my thoughts. The it hits me I can get dobby to apperate me in. he can bypass the wards and once I know where I'm actually going then I can come in and out at my leisure. That does mean I would need to get the crazy little shit back here. I know that people call house elf's but I’m not sure it its only for the family they serve. I will have to find out later. I will stay up tonight and wait until the early morning and try calling him at least then if this works out then there will be no one awake at home to hear little old me walking about. I will have to see how I could put little recording devices in the house. I could work something out. I did mange to get my batteries working.
Maybe I should wait till I have them working before I call him back. Beside there are a couple more weeks until the end of the summer holidays. All my homework is done and I haven't really got anything to do so why not have a little fun making some gadgets that would come in handy in any of our future jobs so this could be beneficial. Smiling like a Cheshire cat and skip down the read to get some design ideas. This could be another possible product idea. Sometimes I impress even myself.
Three days later finds me at the dining room table smoking a cigarette and trying not to throw a tantrum. I’m so close to getting it right. Its right there in front of me but I cant seem to see the woods through the trees. Its this one little rune. I know its not right and I don’t know the right one to put. I have used three separate rune scales and none of them are having the desired effect. I am using little wooden spiders. They’re about an inch long and wide. The connection only works over very short distances. Making it pretty much useless for its intended purpose. I'm at my whits end and I know the answer would be in the Hogwarts library but I don’t have that at my disposal at the moment so I have resided myself to a trip to Diagon alley which should be great. People seem to like staring at me whenever I go there and its starting to bother me a bit. I don’t mind a bit of attention for doing something fun, smart or stupid but its like they are looking up to me like I'm their leader or something. Its a but unnerving at times and now that I have noticed it I notice it more and more. Have you ever entered a room and everyone seems to stop talking and stare at you. That what its feeling like for me.
I ready myself for the trip ahead and say goodbye to Sam. He’s working on something on his pc that I have no understanding of, so I leave him be while I go to the book store. The weather is nice and I smile a the warm rays of sunshine hitting my face. Sticking my headphones on I take a walk. Diagon Alley isn't that far from the flat. So with a hop skip and a jump, I’m off. I’m feeling good today. Still feeling good as I enter the alley and march to the book store. Ive got a few other things to get as I got my letter from school just yesterday telling me what I needed. The book list seemed a bit different from last year. Lots of books by this Lockhart guy.
The alley is buzzing. There is a huge crowd gathering around the book store. Groaning at the prospect of trying to get anything done in this crowd. Fuck my life. Normally I love crowds but that's when I’m trying to steel their stuff. I actually want to go in their and pay for my shit. Sometimes having money can be tedious. So I go in, preparing for an unpleasant experience and what do you know I bump into Hermione. The little bushy haired friend is practically bouncing with joy and she tries to work her way into the store. I tap her on the shoulder and she spins her head rapidly towards me. She's still smiling this manic smile. Its a bit scary but I cant help but laugh. “What's got you all hyped up? And everyone else for that matter?” I start to look around trying to emphasize my point.
“He’s here don’t you know?” she is practically shouting at me. There is a lot of people here but not enough that she needs to should at me like we are at a concert right next to the speakers. This isn't bringing into account the fact that she’s practically vibrating.
“Calm down Mione! Who is ‘he’ and what's so special bout him?” She shakes her head at me as if I’m the crazy one.
“He’s just this author that has wrote all theses amazing books about all the brilliant things he's done. I’ve read all his books. Surely you know you love to read. It’s Gildiroy Lockhart.” she says it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And while it’s true that I love to read I love to read, its things that I find practical and useful. Not that I’m oppossed to fiction just not really the thing that I enjoy at the moment. I did like to read that stuff but getting throw into a fairy tail I just thought getting to know what this worlds all about seems too be my interest at the moment. Its a whole new world and the more I’m in it the more I realise that I rather like it, even though it can be a bit backwards sometimes. Now being one of them.
“Okay so Lockhart is here. I’m guessing you want to get some books signed?” She nods her head and starts to continue working her way into the middle of the cramped crowd. I follow suit and in we go. I pull her jumper and motion her to go away from the stage. Right to the more obscure books. She gets a good spot when we made our way round the shelves and over to the left of the stage. I could see the front of the crowd from where I was. There weren’t meany people here. There was a guy standing in front of the door right at the back of the room. I leave Hermione to wait there as it was obvious that the Lockhart guy will be coming out from there. I head towards the rune section in the hopes there have something that I could use. On the way I saw the most amazing interaction I have ever seen.
Making sure to stay out of sight I creep forward. Looking around the side of the shelves I see little Draco chatting shit to Ronald Weasley. Still not his biggest fan I leave him to his own devices. He’s got his brothers just behind him. They even have Bill with them and damn if he isn't nice on the eyes. Looks like a right rebel. The fathers intervene and it nearly comes to blows but right at the bigging of the interaction before Arthur threw his first punch, which was amazing and historically funny all at the same time, I saw Malfoy, Old Malfoy that is fuck around with the little red head girls books. What I saw clear as day was two books being pulled out and three books going in. knowing what I know about the Malfoy's at the moment I can only surmise that this is not an act of charity but something menacing and needing dealt with.
Being the stupid idiot that I am, I cant just let her get roped into what ever plans they have. I will have to get it off her before she leaves the shop. This will be the only time I get the chance once it leaves I can never be sure where it will end up. So the little sticky fingered thief in me reels at the challenge. So while they were nose to nose and the sudden thought that maybe they will just kiss and be done with it, I went up and got close to the girl. When Arthur threw that most marvellous of punches, things got thrown into ciaos and I used that opportunity to nock the caldron to the ground as I ‘tripped’. Her books go to the floor as do mine and I pick up on and wait for her to pick up hers. She grabs hers and I pocket the rest. The only books I had were ones from the pile a the end of the shelve I was using as cover before. Both the same but my third one was not that was new. This must have been the book that Malfoy and sneaked in to her caldron. It had a greenish hue and it was completely empty and unused from what I could see. There was a little bit of gold lettering on the back. It was very faint but it said this belonged to Tom Marvello Riddle. Not knowing who this was, I store the tid bit for later. I move off to the back again just as this Lockhart guy comes onto the stage. I’m now hidden from the crowds on the other side of the store. Makes me wonder with someone so well liked they didn’t think to move some stuff around so people could have more room but, hey, why should I complain when it is serving me so well at this moment.
The plus side to all this is I found something that I think will help. Well, two something's. Ive got an old tomb that was completely written in Latin. Which is no longer an issue for me. And this apparently covers runes found on old egyption phehro perpyras. I’m hoping I'm not the only sneaky little shit that wants to listen to others without their knowledge. Then it dawns on me that I may not need to actually follow through with this any more. This could have been their game-plan. This could have been the event that that crazy little house elf was talking about. Or at least the trigger meant to set it all off.
Shrugging my shoulders I make make my perchases and leave finding it a lot easier to get out now that the Lockhart guy left. I'm wondering where Hermione is as I leave heading for the apothecary. I knew some more potion ingrediants as I'm all out. Ive been making mild sleeping potions and storing them so Ive got something to help when my nightmares get to bad. I’m normally okay but we all have bad days I guess.
Hermione was outside waiting. She had met up with her mum and dad and I walk over to say hello. Hermione still had that dreamy look in her eyes but I could also see the little smiles on her dads face as he just cant help himself. They were finished for today and they were heading off but before they did Hermione asked why I haven't been replying to her letters. Considering I haven't been getting letters of anyone. Which now I think of it seems a bit odd. But I have just been enjoying my time with Sam just lazing around. When the guys come over its like I have never left. I may have neglected my others friends, so I make a packed with myself that I will put in more effort than what I have been. That starts with writing letters. I can do that later. Now though its off to get some more school robes and head back home, via a MacDonalds while I’m at it. I need me a big mac.
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Its been a couple of days since I went to Diagon alley and I haven't done anything with this... diary, I guess. I don’t really know as I opened it and there is nothing written in it. Its completely blank. Not having any patience at the moment as I seem to have bigger fish to fry. The guess have another job lined up and the quick briefing that I got, only told me, its going to be a difficult one. Its a bit annoying as I only have another two weeks before school starts. I mean don’t get me wrong I took a page out of Hermione’s book and did all my homework right at the beginning of the summer so I didn’t have to worry and I could just have fun for the rest of it.
Now I’m being told that I gotta fucking work now. Great! I was hoping to go to france with Alice and her family. She’s going to a ski resort and I so want to go. I have never been skiing and it seems like its right up my street. What more could a guy ask for? I mean high speed on two bits of wood, down a massive mountain. It sounds like a nice relaxing day out. Hell the carts at Gringotts are the only reason I ever like going. The goblins tend to freak me out a bit. I can never get an idea where I actually stand with them. They have a mean poker face. One that I cant read through. That and they are very curt when speaking to me. Seems to just be a goblin thing though. Sure they have helped me with stuff in the past but they charged me a pretty penny to do so.
Rant over with. So france is out of the question and I have tomorrow night where they guys are coming round to tell me and Sam the crack about this job. So tonight I plan to just chill with Sam and relax before we have to go into ‘manic mode’, which always happened when we have a job.
I’m in the bedroom after I’ve just got off the phone with Alice telling her I cant come. I’m still feeling a bit down about the whole thing. I don’t really want to do this job but apparently they are going to need my ‘special’ skill set. I get what the guys are saying about it. We need to keep up our clients or when our money does run out we will have to start from the beginning again and earn a good rep again. And in all fairness I remember the early days. No one would take us seriously. We just got lucky that one of the Irish gave us a shot when they were having difficulties with the triads. Now before you say anything I don’t condone smack. Its an awful drug that destroys lives but we needed the money and it was something we could do easily. We made it out of there with over three mil worth of product. Went back to the Irish and the look on their faces is something I will never forget. We did in one night what they had been trying to do for years. Anyway this gave us the rep we have today and why we need to do this job.
Walking out into the living room I see Sam coming out the shower. He's done up to the nines. Nice shirt, his nice jeans and him without his famous hat. His hair has been styled. I’m a bit taken a back. He never goes without his hat unless he has no choice and even then he would just ignore the rule or just not do this thing that would make him have to take it off. I think he can tell I'm a little shocked. I must have my eyebrows raised, because I don’t even have to ask why before he tells me.
“I’m off to a meeting. I’m talking to someone about possibly getting my game published.”
“Oh my god, that's amazing! Why haven't you said something earlier?”
“I didn’t want to jinx it, in case it didn’t happen.”
“Do you want me to come with you? I can quickly get ready if you like.”
“No… I mean, no, its okay. Its just a boring lunch meeting where I pitch my idea and what I have so far.” I pout. I like being there for his successes. He's really good with his computer and even though I know absolutely nothing about it, he shows me he stuff he makes and its amazing. But I might be a bit biased if I was being honest.
Even though I want to argue and say that I want to go to I don’t. If this is something that he needs to do on his own then that's fine I don’t mind. I do lots of stuff without him too so I shouldn’t be to bothered.
“Okay, handsome no problems. I wish you good luck with it though. I hope you get what you want. And I will be here to celebrate when you get back.” he doesn’t say anything back and just nods his head. He looks relieved that I didn’t push but I suppose I can be a bit pushy at times.
I’m sitting on the sofa with some mindless daytime TV show on as I paint my nails as I’m bored as all hell and Alice left it here when she was around last week. Reds not really my colour but fuck it I’m being expressive. Chuckling to myself I hear the front door open and Sam shout goodbye. I should goodbye back but was about to ask about my kiss goodbye but the door was quickly closed and he was gone. I’m not sure if I should be worries we haven't been spending that much time recently. With school and his project we have been pretty distant. I did try to initiate hanky panky the other day which is new to me as normally its Sam that’s normally the one doing it and he turned me down. Maybe I’m not giving him the attention he is after so I should be putting in a bit more effort and maybe that will make a difference. So with a new found enthusiasm to actually get off my arse and do something. I jump off the sofa and get ready. Off to the shops we go. I’m going to use this last bit of time I have on my own to do something nice for Sam. I’m going to cook him something nice. Maybe a nice bottle of wine. I do have a bottle of that fire Whiskey that the twins got me. Ah, fuck it. Lets do both. I will get him a little gift too. Maybe draw him a bubble bath. For all he says about it being for girls he tends to enjoy them after I get out. So I don’t think he is opposed to them as he claims to be.
My plans made and after a shit, a shower and shave, obviously not my face as I don’t have a whisker to my name, I’m off to the shop to get the things I’m going to need.
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Its Ten PM and still no Sam. I’m really worried now. He hasn’t rang or anything. He wasn't meant to be out late he knew this was the last day we would have to relax before the job started. Normally he would have rang me by now but nothing. His bath is ready I just need to fill it when he gets here. The Dinner is made and table is set. I really pushed out the boat today so I was hoping he would come back so I could pamper him. But alas nothing. I’m a little drunk from the fire whiskey and I think that was a bad idea as I'm getting a little emotional. I finish what's in my glass and I go to bed. I knows he's a big boy and can look after himself. Being pretty pissed I fall asleep rather quickly. But I am not asleep long before I’m woken up by a phone call. It was Sam, telling me that he wont be coming back tonight and to not wait up. Looking at the clock I see its one AM. To say I am annoyed that he waited this long is an understatement but I hold back as I am just too tired to deal with this now. I just say okay and tell him to have fun. He was put the phone down before I got to say ‘I love you’ and he didn’t even attempt to say it back. He's pissed as a fart so I can understand. He's having fun I will just let him be.
Next day finds me still without Sam. They guys were all at mine ready do get to work and Sam is no where to be seen. I 1471’d the number he rang me from but it was a hotel and they say he's already left. So fuck knows where he is. Tash is beyond annoyed. She hates waiting around needlessly. She turns to be and says “Can we not just get on with this and you can breaf him later, after you kick his arse for being late. This is so unlike him.”
“How do you think I feel. I had a lovely night set up so the fucker and he didn’t bother telling me he wasn't coming home until one in the morning.”
“What was he doing anyway?”
“He was meant to be talking to some publishers about getting that game he's been making published.” Tash looks at me strangely but doesn’t say anything more. We are just about to go a head and get on it when, in hobbled Sam still very much pissed.
Going over to him I can smell the booze from six foot away. I smell something else but I cant but a name to it. He's grinning at me like a Cheshire cat and I raise an eyebrow. “Care to explain where you been? That's if you can even make a sentence up with the state your in.”
“Wouldn't you like to know little boy.” his words are slurred and barely understandable but I get the jist. I’m obviously not happy about being refereed to as a little boy by the man that love. But considering that he's in a state I will let it go.
“You know we have Micky and Tash round to talk bout the job. You knew this. Why did you come back in this state?” He just smirks at me and I just go back and sit down in the living room. I’m his boyfriend not his mother. If he wants to fuck everything up then that on him. He doesn’t come into the living room, he just makes a beeline for the bedroom and goes to bed I guess.
This leaves me with the other two looking a bit put out. Its not like Sam to be like this. He's normally the one that is a stickler for time. They both know this and we come to the conclusion that we will let this slide, this time. And since its clear that no one is telling Sam anything today we just conclude that we should just wait till tomorrow. I was informed by Tash that the guy has specifically asked for us. So we have garnered quite a reputation. So that's a plus. The guys leave and I take a slow walk to the bedroom. I;m not looking forward to talking with Sam, if he's even a wake. I needn’t have worried as he was passed out. He hasn't even taken is shoes off. So I do him the favour and take them off for him. Along with his trousers and jumper. I leave his boxers and t shirt alone, he always complain that he gets cold.
As he snuggles into his pillow he turns his head towards me. His eyes aren't even open and he says something that boils my blood.
“Thank you my cute little nate nate. You spoil me, my little cock sleeve.” A hundred things go through my head as I try and make sense of what he's just said. I don’t even know what I should do. Has he just admitted to cheating on me. No. He wouldn't do that this is just a drunken dream or something. Maybe this nate nate person is like someone off TV. Though I honestly don’t think I know of a show with that name in it. Unless its form his game he's making. No, no no no. he would not do something like that to me. He loves me. This is just a drunken dream he's having and I cant hold that against him. I have some seriously fucked up dreams and nightmares all the time. So it seems like a reasonable argument that I may be feeling a little annoyed at him and other stuff that's happening at the moment, so I;m probably projecting on to him. He’s my Sam he would never do anything that would hurt me. He spent most of my life making sure that nothing bad happened he would never be the cause of it. So putting a smile back on my face I give him a quick peck on the lips and I’m rewarded with a muffled “God, you so sexy.” I smile and giggle a little and leave him to it.
Going back into the living room to once again assume the lazy position to be greeted by that little shit Dobby again. He's standing next to the coffee able looking a bit sheepish. “What can I do for big man?” dobby beams at this and I cant help but have a little smile. Fuck I’m so sentimental and emotional today. Fuck my life.
“Dobby is sorry Harry Potter sir. I… these are yours mister harry potter sir.” I look at his what he is holding in his hands and I see a big bundle of letters. Even from where I’m standing I see that they have my name on it. I walk over and take a look. He is holding them out to me like they are the most precious things in the world. I was right they are my letters. This explains why I haven't been getting any. I take them off him and only ask “Why?”
“Sorry Mister Harry Potter Sir, I…” I shush him quickly and gently take them off him. This pisses me off and considering the day that I’m having I could do without this. I cant be arsed to get at the little guy. He has a home life a little like my old one and I would never wish that on anyone. So I give the guy a little break and wanting to put myself into a better mood I tell him of my success at getting this big bad diary that he was so worried about.
“Its okay Dobs, Oh and yeah, I got that book you were so worried about getting to Hogwarts.” He looks at me with disbelief. I just nod my head and continue. “Yeah got it last week when I was in Diagon alley. I saw the whole thing go down and managed to sneak in there and get it while everyone was watching to grown arse men fight. It was quite funny actually I think you would have liked the. The old Malfoy got a sock in the face off of the Weasley twins Dad. It was hilarious.”
I can see the smile at that. The smile is a little infectious and it makes mine bigger too. I go back into the bedroom and I go into the closet where I stashed the diary in a lock box. I bring it out and show dobby. He looks at it like its going to jump out of my hand and bite him. “How?” was the only thing he said.
“Right place, right time Dob’s. What can I say just got lucky. Either way you wont have to worry about bad stuff happening at Hogwarts this year. So we are in for a nice relaxing year. Hopefully I wont have to kill a professor again.” I have a little chuckle at this and dobby smiles. “If you need anything from me Dobby all you have to do is ask. You have done me a solid giving me the heads up. I’m here if you need anything okay.” He looks like he's about to cry but he disappears before that happens. I really feel for the little guy and though I don’t know how the whole House Elf thing works Ive given him an option to come to me if he feels he has to. So my good deed done for the day.
I start to read some of the letter and start to write replies. Being a better person starts somewhere and this is my start.