A New Party Member
Their salvation comes in the form of an enslaved house elf.
He pops up when Harry and Hedwig are in the middle of encountering their first wild boar.
It’s breeding season.
Hedwig finally gave in and was blasting her magic, obliterating trees left and right.
Within the next moment, a hairless being appeared out of thin air.
Its gaunt face was devoid of any hair or facial features, save for two glowing eyes that bore into Hedwig’s very soul with a terrifying intensity.
The humanoid parody was enough to give even the hardiest of wizards uncanny valley.
It’s skeletal form and skeletal face evoked images of a corpse that had been resurrected from the dead. Hedwig should’ve realized that those graves had been a sense of foreboding, for this must be an inferi in the non existent flesh.
Both Harry and Hedwig’s heart skipped a beat.
Mistaking the creature for an undead monster, Hedwig let her magic loose, panically unleashing it upon the trees in a manner of a scared feral beast.
The barrage of pure magical waves she sent crashing through the area was relentless.
Nothing was left within seconds but the smoking wreckage of their previous forms.
Harry, fearing that once again death has made its way to him, takes out his wand.
It turned into a four way tussle.
Hedwig producing magic like an unstable military grade bomb, Harry shooting spells at Dobby, Dobby avoiding said spells and also shooting magic back at them trying to stop them, and wild boar looking to mate.
The air was thick with magic, making it feel as though you were drowning in the energy, with spells ricocheting off of every surface and hitting everything in sight.
The whole scene was an entire mess, with no apparent order or plan in sight.
“Harry Potter.”
It comes out of its mouth in a hoarse whisper. A raspy, croaking tone. Its eyes stared at Harry with an intensity of awe, a look of obsession to the point of wanting to crawl into his skin and feel it for himself.
“No!”
Harry cast every spell he could think of.
He starts a forest fire.
The ministry would be sending out trackers within minutes.
Dobby, in a panic, apparates all four of them directly outside of the Malfoy manor.
No one makes a sound for a moment.
A peacock walks by.
The chaos picks up again.
Harry picks up his wand again, levitating the expensive looking statues around him directly at the creature. The sides of the mansion has chunks taken out of it. There’s a porcelain horse head sticking through the window. Harry loses a shoe.
Hedwig blasts her magic once more, sending the nearby peacocks running and destroying the fancy freshly cut bush.
The boar fancies a statue.
Ulysses, hearing commotion, comes over to check things out. He witnesses his lady create a tornado and blow the sidings off of the house.
His lady!
Quickly, he makes his way over to see what she is doing here.
Hedwig is screeching about the demon down below.
Ulysses reassures her in owl language that this is just the manor’s servant.
Hedwig, realizing that maybe there has been a misunderstanding somewhere here, flies down to Harry.
She takes his wand off of him and sits directly in front of him.
Dobby stops shooting.
The boar is still trying to sleep with the statue.
“…Hedwig?”
Before she can do anything, Dobby throws himself at Harry’s feet in a blubbering cry. He screams out his name as an introduction. All that can be made out afterwords is “Harry Potter” and “please don’t kill me.”
Harry tries to pry the house elf off to no avail.
“Hey uh, you… it’s alright? Calm down. I can’t understand you.”
Harry awkwardly pats his back.
Dobby blubbers for a couple more minutes before pulling back and looking up at harry with those big round eyes.
“Harry Potter!”
…
“Yes, we’ve established this.”
Dobby lets out a weird sigh of awe. He suddenly starts slamming his head into the ground, screaming about being a bad elf and almost hurting Harry Potter.
“Whoa woah, stop. Hedwig? Help?”
Hedwig blasts Dobby into the bush.
Dobby pops his head back up, dazed.
“You! Harry Potter!”
“…Yeah. Still me.”
“Harry Potter will not go back to Hogwarts. Very bad things will happen!”
Harry and Hedwig look at each other.
Then they make awkward eye contact with the boar still trying to get it on with the statue. Harry’s shoe is sitting right below the boar. They look back at Dobby.
“That’s nothing new.”
Dobby’s head goes down as if he were about to deliver some grievance news. He wipes a fake tear from his eye. It could be fake, or it could be from ramming his head into the ground. Or getting smushed into the bush.
“But Harry Potter, I must tell you a secret! All of your friends do not want you at Hogwarts. They do not miss you.”
Harry, confused and wary, questions what that even means.
“I know because I read all of your letters!”
“I was getting letters?”
Harry looks at Hedwig who looks back with an owl version of a shrug.
“Yes, yes. Dobby read all of Harry Potter’s letters. They don’t care for you anymore. So, Harry Potter should go elsewhere.”
He nods as if this were some big moving point.
“So… how did you read my letters?”
Dobby opens his mouth and then closes it.
“Now that I think about it, how did you steal my letters, Dobby? The owl has to fly to me.”
They look at Dobby.
Dobby looks as abashed as a house elf can.
“Dobby dismnoog”
Harry looks even more suspicious at this.
“What?”
“Dobby did something not so very good! Dobby is a bad house elf!”
He throws himself back into the bush.
“Did you… how did you get the mail off of very protective post owls?”
Dobby pointedly does not answer.
“…Okay.”
Dobby, being curled up and hairless in a bush, looks mighty appealing to the boar.
As the boar charges at Dobby, Dobby screams in a tear-ridden panic and casts spells at the boar through his blurry eyes.
It misses and aims towards Hedwig.
Hedwig does not appreciate having a soap bubble charm thrown at her.
The chaos picks up again.
Ulysses attempts to protect his lady but gets sent hurling at the boar. The boar mistakes his new enemy for Harry’s shoe and starts beating it up. The tipping point is when the boar turns around and lets out a fat dump in the shoe.
At this point, Harry’s shoe is not doing so well. It’s no longer identifiable.
The chaos has finally started to attract noise.
Lucius Malfoy comes to his backyard to quite a scene.
Just as he gets over his shock and opens his mouth, Harry’s sad excuse of a shoe gets hurled at him, someone in the mix has succeeded a hole in one.
…
In absolute mouth-retching disgust, Lucius throws the item at Dobby, preparing to order him to rid of whatever it is immediately.
Dobby gasps and starts crying again.
“Harry Potter has freed Dobby!”
This is how Dobby joins the party.
—
A group of aurors were sent out to a clearing in the middle of a muggle forest.
They sent out some of their very best, fearing the worst from all of the powerful magic unleashed.
They arrive at the clearing, and a clearing it is.
Immediately, they all cast out water spells, reversing the fire.
There is a huge couple mile radius of absolutely nothing. Not even grass.
—
Appearing on muggles 6:00pm news, the anchorman explains how they’ve never seen anything quite like this.
The cause of the fire is unknown, ruled as some freak of nature.