Locked Up
You and your brother head upstairs, where you hear mad laughter coming from your shared bedroom. You looked back at your brother, who was just as confused as you were. You slowly peak into the door to see... Something on your bed.
"Y/n Potter! Harry Potter! Such an honour it is!"
You hurry to your bed and shoo the thing out. "Get off my bed!"
He laughs, jumping onto Harry's bed. The creature looked over at you both, as your brother shut the door.
"What are you?"
"I'm Dobby the House elf!"
"House elf?"
He nods, before standing closer to the edge of Harry's bed.
"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," Harry says, annoyed.
"Oh, oh, yes, sir! Dobby understands! It’s just that, Dobby has come to tell you- it is difficult- Dobby wonders where to begin...." The creature looks towards you, before shaking his head, "Dobby knows about Lady Y/n Potter's Party Accident."
Your eyes widened before looking at your brother, "What are you talking about?"
"There are videos of the girl- Family saw it."
"Why don’t you sit down?" Your brother suggest and Dobby loses his mind.
"Dobby, ssh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, or anything."
You quickly cover his mouth and he looks up at you. "I'll let go if you promise to be quiet."
He nods his head, tears still swelling in his eyes. You didn't believe him, but you weren't comfortable the creature.
"You could never offend Dobby Dobby has heard of your greatness, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal."
You look back at your brother, "Should of kept your mouth shut." Though, this only causes him to roll his eyes.
"You can’t have met many decent wizards then," You say, "That is until today when you broke into our house."
Dobby ignores your comment, "No, I haven’t. That was an awful thing to say." He then bangs his head on your dresser drawer repeatedly. "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
"Dobby! Please stop," You pull him back and sit him back on the bed.
"Yeah, Dobby, you have to be quiet." Your brother quickly backs you up.
"Dobby had to punish himself, sir," He looks towards you, "Ma'am. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir."
"Family? Who's your family, Dobby?"
Dobby shakes his head, "Dobby can't tell. Dobby can not tell."
You looked over at your brother, before mouthing, 'What do we do?'
He shrugs, looking back at Dobby. "Well, can you tell us anything about this family?"
"The wizard family Dobby serves, sir, very cruel." He gets up and sits on a stool. "Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they knew Dobby was here..." You can see him visibly shiver, "But Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Harry and Y/n Potter. To warn him. Harry Potter and Y/n Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Supernatural this year."
"Then where are we going to go, Genius?"
He thinks before smiling, "Beauxbatons Academy of Magical Beings?"
"What? I wasn't being serious. I didn't think there were other schools-"
Dobby laughs, "Of course there is!" Dobby then stops and looks straight at both of you. "There is a plot to make most terrible things happen."
You froze. Terrible things? That sounded an awful lot like the things the dead girl said to you. "What terrible things? Who’s plotting them?"
Dobby's head shakes, and he repeats that he can't say. You feel your brother elbow you and you look towards him. He mouths 'Crazy yeah?' causing you to lightly chuckle and lightly nod your head.
"We understand that you can't say," Your brother tries to comfort him, but Dobby loses it.
" Don’t make me talk. L--" Dobby gets on the desk, grabs the lamp and hits himself with it. "Bad Dobby!"
"Dobby? Dobby, put the lamp down." Harry tries to grab the lamp and you quickly try to help your brother. "Give me the lamp! Dobby, stop!"
You finally grab it from Dobby, grabbing his rags, before hiding him in the closet, and closing the door, "Get in there and keep quiet!"
Vernon quickly slams the door, stomping into the room and glaring at you both, "What the devil are you doing up here?!"
"We were just..." Dobby slowly opens the closet door, but Harry quickly pushes it close.
"You've just ruined the punchline of my Japanese golfer joke," Vernon complains causing you to roll your eyes.
"Sorry."
"One more sound, and you'll both wish you'd never been born."
"To late for that," You mumble, causing your brother to elbow you. He must have seen the door open again, because he also told one of you to fix that door.
Harry closes the door again, "Yes, sir." Vernon glares at you and then your brother before he walks out of the room, pulling the door closed; with Vernon gone, you finally open the closet door to let Dobby out," See why we got to go back?"
Dobby removes a sock from his ear and you speak to him, "We don't belong here; We belong in your world, at Hogwarts," Dobby sniffs the sock and throws it aside and turns to you, "It's the only place I-we got friends."
"Friends who don't even write to the Potters?"
"The Potters mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped if the Potters thought their friends had forgotten them, the Potters might not want to go back to school..."
"Give me those now!" You try to reach for the letters, but Dobby isn't having it.
"No!"
"Dobby, get back here! Dobby... Please... No."
"The Potters must say they're not going back to school."
"No! You will give me them now!"
"Then Dobby must do it, sir. For the Potters' own good."
Petunia and Dudley watch as Vernon drills bars into your bedroom window.
After tightening the bars, Vernon glares at you and your brother, who glares back at him through the window, "You're never going back to that school. You're never going to see those freaky friends of yours again. Never!"
Later that evening, as you and Harry were asleep in bed, you hear something that sounds like a car engine outside. Waking up and going to wake up your brother, who gets out of bed as you both walk to the window. Looking out the window, you sees a strange object moving through the sky; It appears to look like a shooting star before turning into two beams of light. A turquoise Ford Anglia car flies to your bedroom window, then turns to the right as You, Harry, and Hedwig silently watch. In the Ford Anglia is Ron, accompanied by his older twins, Fred and George.
"Heya two!"
"Ron, Fred, George, what are you all doing here?"
"To rescue you and Y/n of course! Now come on and get your trunks!"
Eventually, you both get dressed, packing your Hogwarts trunk with some clothes, your books, pyjamas, uniforms, and all other necessities, shutting it closed, and locking it.
Ron puts a hook on the bars. "You better stand back," You step back as Ron turns to the twins in the drivers' seat, "Let's go!" The car pulls the bars on your window off. SMASH!
You both pick up your trunk and make for the window, where the car's trunk is open for it.
"Potters!"
"Dad! What’s going on!?" You hear Dudley call.
You put your trunk into the car, along with your brother's trunk.
"Go, go, go, go!" George rushes.
"Come on!"
You could hear them all yelling from everywhere and wasn't helping your already stressed mind. You find hands grab you and pull you up into the car.
"Come on, Harry! Hurry up!"
"Petunia, he’s escaping!" Vernon grabs Harry's ankles.
"Get him, Dad!"
You quickly grab your brother's right arm and Ron grabs his left, "We've got you Harry!"
"Come here!"
Harry struggles in Vernon's grip, "Let go of me!"
"Oh no, boy! You, your sister and that bloody pigeon aren’t going anywhere!"
"Drive!"
"Right!" Fred and George speak in unison before pressing on the gas. You and Ron launch backward as you still hold on to Harry for dear life.
"By the way, Harry, Y/n, Happy Birthday!"