Chapter 3
Harry’s summer after his first year at Hogwarts was going remarkably well. Oh sure, his… relatives, shall we call them, weren’t exactly happy to take him back, but threatening to use magic on them had gotten them to shut up quite nicely. That was how he found himself in his bedroom with sporadic magelights being cast, but mainly trying to conjure a dagger from shadow. Well, technically he was trying to conjure it consistently. He’d managed it once or twice, but it wasn’t a solid thing.
The reason he was struggling to get the spell down was because of how it was cast. According to the tomes he had received from Lord Mora the manner in which a spell from Nirn was cast was via the manipulation of “magicka” to weave the spell into being. Luckily for him, Harry was quite suffused with Daedric energies, seeing as he was the nexus for a dimensional bridge, thus was able to utilize magicka. His problem was that both times he had succeeded at conjuring the dagger, he hadn’t managed to analyze its weave.
It took him about half an hour to actually summon the dagger for a third time, and this time, he managed to stabilize it enough that he was able to start examining how the magicka and Daedric energies had woven together. It was as he was just about to glean how to stabilize it properly that a small pop distracted him enough that it vanished.
“God dammit!” Harry muttered under his breath. Turning to where he heard the pop from, he jumped off his bed, hand splayed with lightning arcing between his fingers. In front of him was an odd little bat-eared creature.
“Who and what are you?” he asked, making sure to get information for his Patron Prince.
“I is Dobby, and I is being a house-elf Mr. Harry Potter sir!” the small being, who was apparently called Dobby, squeaked.
“Okay Dobby, how did you find me and what do you want?”
“Dobby is placing a tracking charm on Mr. Harry Potter sir when he was being at the train station, and he is wanting to warn the great Harry Potter to not return to Hogwarts!”
“Hm. So that’s what happened to your mail. He has your friend's letters.”
“Are you being serious? Well, time to lie.”
“Well, I suppose you have something to try and convince me to not return to Hogwarts. Is there some kind of evil plot again?”
“There is being great dangers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year! A most terrible plot!”
“Okay, so that’s a yes. I’m assuming you have some form of bargaining chip to convince me not to go?”
“Dobby is, perhaps, borrowing Mr. Harry Potter’s letters. If he is thinking that his friends are forgetting him, he is maybe not wanting to go back?” Dobby replied, head cast down.
“Listen, if you give me the letters, I promise I won’t go back to Hogwarts.”
As Dobby was handing him the letters, Harry moved his hand just enough to give the house elf enough of an electric shock that he was knocked unconscious.
“I assume you have a reason for knocking the little creature unconscious?”
Speaking as he began drawing a ritual circle in blood Harry explained “Yeah, I’m gonna send him to you, so we can find out what he knows about this ‘most terrible plot’. I would appreciate it if you left him alive, and if you could, remove his memories of the plot and send him back to his… Master, probably.”
Standing back to survey his work, Harry nodded and activated it, sending the prone body to his Patron. “I imagine his absence would be noticed, and I’d rather coast as low to ground as possible.”
“You certainly do manage to maintain intrigue in this realm. I suppose your requests would be smart, but they shall not happen prior to my investigation into his physiology.”
“Yeah, you do your weird tentacle things, I’ve got a letter or two to write…”