A/N The first chapter of the second fanfiction! Hope you guys like it. Please review.
I lied on the top bunk of Harry's and my bunk-bed. For fear of Dumbledore, once we got back, the Dursely's moved us up to Dudley's old second bedroom. I turned my locket over several times in my hands as I read 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' for the hundredth time. I wore a blue, long sleeved shirt with black pants and brown leather boots. Hedwig and Elf started squawking in their cages, pecking at the lockers on their cage doors.
"I can't, Hedwig! I'm not allowed to use magic outside school!" Harry told his owl. I looked over at him, putting down my book.
"You are talking to an owl… That's the first sign of insanity." I told him. He shot me a look but wasn't able to say anything before we heard Uncle Vernon calling us from downstairs. Harry looked at the owls.
"Now you've done it!" He got up from his desk. I jumped down from my top bunk, ignoring the ladder. We went downstairs to the living room, passing Aunt Petunia who was making a cake. Uncle Vernon was struggling with Dudley's bowtie.
"I warned you. If you can't control those bloody birds, they'll have to go." Uncle Vernon warned us.
"Why don't you go?" I suggested, keeping my voice level and calm. He glared at me.
"They're bored. If we could just let them out for an hour or two-." Harry started.
"And have you sending secret messages to your freaky little friends? No sir!" Uncle Vernon told us.
"But we haven't gotten any messages. From any of our friends. Not one all summer." I reminded him.
"Who'd want to be friends with you?" Dudley sneered. I looked over at him and returned the sneer.
"Right back at you, Fat-Cake!"
"I should think you'd be more grateful. We raise you, since you were babies, give you food off our table, even let you have Dudley's second bedroom… purely out of the goodness of our hearts."
"The goodness of your hearts? Really?" I asked with a laugh. Harry dug his elbow into my ribs to shut me up, which I reluctantly did. Dudley was extending a finger towards the cake.
"Not yet, pumpkin! That's for when the Mason's arrive!" Aunt Petunia told him.
"Which should be any moment! Now, let's run our schedule one more time. Petunia, when the Mason's get here you will be…" Uncle Vernon started.
"In the lounge, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home." She answered.
"Good. And Dudley?"
"I'll be waiting to open the door."
"Excellent… And you two?" He turned to us.
"We'll be in our bedroom." Harry replied.
"Making no noise." I added.
"And pretending we don't exist." Harry finished.
"Right you will! Go." He pushed us upstairs as the doorbell rang. We hurried up to our bedroom, shutting the door behind us. We turned and stopped dead. A tiny creature with grey skin, pointy ears and bulging green eyes was bouncing on the top bunk of the bed.
"Harry and Elizabeth Potter! What an honor to meet you!" He scrambled off the bunk bed and onto the floor.
"What?" I asked in shock.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"Dobby, sir. Dobby the house elf." He replied.
"I see… Not to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time to have a house elf in our bedroom." I told him, recovering my voice.
"Oh, yes, ma'am. Dobby understands. It's just that, Dobby has come to tell you… It is difficult, ma'am… Dobby wonders where to begin." He told us.
"Why don't you sit down?" Harry suggested.
"S…S…Sit down?" Suddenly Dobby burst into tears, sobbing. And it was not quiet sobs either; it was 'holy crap is this dying' sobs! I looked towards the door nervously.
"I'm sorry! Shh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you or anything!" Harry said quickly.
"Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but has never been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal." Dobby choked out.
"You can't have met any descent wizards then." I noted. Dobby shook his head. Then without warning, he jumped onto the desk and started bang his head with a lamp.
"BAD DOBBY! BAD DOBBY!" He screamed. Harry ran to try and wrestle the lamp out of his hands.
"That's it! We're just going to have to die!" I hissed, knowing that Uncle Vernon would be up in here any second. Finally, Dobby stopped.
"Are you alright?" I asked him.
"Dobby had to punish himself, ma'am. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, ma'am." He told me.
"Your family?" I echoed.
"The wizard family Dobby serves, ma'am. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they ever knew Dobby was here…" Dobby shuddered in fear.
"But Dobby had to come! Dobby has to protect Harry and Elizabeth Potter! To warn them! Harry and Elizabeth Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year!" He whispered.
"Not go back?! But we have to!" Harry told him.
"This is a plot! A plot to make most terrible things happen! If Harry and Elizabeth Potter go back to the school, they will be in great danger!" Dobby told us.
"What terrible things? Who's plotting them?" Harry asked. Dobby started making choking and gagging noises.
"Okay! Okay, stop! You can't say, I get it!" I told him. Too late. He started banging his head against our dresser.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Harry cried. We heard footsteps on the stairs. Harry grabbed Dobby by his pillow-case clothing and shoved him into the wardrobe. I leaned against it to keep him from opening it. Uncle Vernon burst into the room.
"What the devil are you doing up here?! One more sound and you'll both wish you'd never been born!" He threatened. He slammed the door again. I pulled the wardrobe door open.
"See why we've got to go back?! We don't belong here! We belong in your world! At Hogwarts! It's the only place we've got friends." I told him.
"Friend who don't even write to Harry and Elizabeth Potter?" Dobby asked.
"Well, I expect they've been-." Harry started.
"Hang on! How do you know our friends haven't been writing to us?!" I demanded. Dobby sheepishly took out a stack of letters.
"Harry and Elizabeth Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby… Dobby hoped if Harry and Elizabeth Potter thought their friends had forgotten them… They might not want to go back to school, sir, ma'am." He told us.
"Give me those. Now!" Harry demanded. Dobby frowned. Then he dashed out the door. Harry and I ran after him, stumbling down the stairs. We stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. Dobby was staring at the cake. He snapped his fingers. It began floating towards the Mason's heads.
"Dobby, please, I'm begging you, no." I whispered. Harry began walking after the cake to try and stop it, a feeble attempt and we both knew it.
"Harry and Elizabeth Potter must not go back to school!" He told me. I kneeled down in front of him so I was at eye level with him.
"Hogwarts is our home!" I shot back. I couldn't believe we were being black mailed by a two foot tall house elf in a pillowcase!
"Then Dobby must do it, ma'am. For Harry and Elizabeth's Potter's own good!" He snapped his fingers again. The cake plummeted onto the Mason's. Dobby snapped his fingers again and disappeared. The Mason's were just standing up, covered in cake. I sullenly walked over to take my place beside my brother.