Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters! Except Evan and Michael, I made them up.

Hermione had just left the house after spending the night and Evan and Harry headed towards their rooms with minds set to sleep and sleep and sleep until they couldn't anymore, but that's not what happened.

As soon as she got in her room and closed the door behind her, she heard a shout from the room over, "Evan! Get in here now!"

"Why?" she yelled through the wall. What would her brother want? Didn't he just say not five minutes ago all he wanted was to sleep for ten days straight?

"Er- You kind of have to see for yourself... Just come here!"

Evan cursed and quietly closed her door behind her as she stomped to her little brother's room. She yanked open his door and was about to slam it too when she what her brother was making such a fuss about.

On Harry's bed was a little creature with large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls. The three stayed silent as they looked at each other. Then the thing got off of the bed and bowed to the siblings. Evan couldn't help but notice its rags-for-clothes, an old pillowcase with holes in it for arms and legs.

Harry and Evan looked at each other and said at the same time, "Hello?"

"Evan and Harry Potter," the little thing squeaked, "So long I have wanted to see you, sir and ma'am... Such an honor it is."

Harry looked at Evan who shrugged and said, "Thank you."

Harry looked back at the thing, he was about to say "What are you?" but that would be a bit rude. So instead he said, "Who are you?"

"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf."

"Oh, well, this really isn't the most convenient time for there to be a house-elf in Harry's room. Not that it isn't a pleasure to meet you," Evan added, to make sure she didn't sound so rude.

"Yes, er, is there any particular reason why you are here?"

The house-elf nodded eagerly, "Oh, yes, sir. Dobby has come to tell you and your sister, sir... it is difficult, sir... Dobby wonders where to begin..."

"Well, if it's going to take a long time, you can go ahead and sit down," Evan sat kindly, motioning back towards Harry's bed.

To both their horror and confusion, the house-elf instantly burst into loud sobs.

"S-sit down!" he wailed. "Never... never ever..."

"I'm sorry, Dobby, I'm sorry," whispered Evan as she and Harry tried to calm the elf. "I didn't mean to offend you-"

"Offend Dobby!" choked the elf. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard like an equal-"

Evan and Harry finally hushed him down and sat him on the bed where he sat hiccoughing, looking like a large and very ugly doll. When he regained control over himself, he sat looking at the Potter siblings with great eyes fixed in a watery, adoring expression.

They exchanged looks, if Dobby got to loud and awoke their aunt; they would be in serious trouble. Their uncle might not believe their story if the elf disappeared and they would be grounded this summer and the next for the noise Dobby was making.

Harry tried to change the subject by commenting on what Dobby had said, "You can't have met many decent wizards then."

Dobby shook his head, and then immediately leaped up from the bed and began banging his head against Harry's dresser. "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"Don't- what are you doing?" Harry hissed, both him and Evan grabbing Dobby and yanking him back on the bed. Harry's owl Hedwig had awoken with a loud screech and was beating her wings wildly against the bars of her cage.

"Dobby had to punish himself, sir," said the elf, who had gone slightly crossed-eyed. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir."

Evan nodded, "Right, well, you didn't, so great. Um, if you don't mind we'd really appreciate it if you could be a bit less... loud while your here?"

Dobby looked up at her and nodded solemnly, "Yes ma'am, of course, ma'am. Dobby will do his best."

"Thank you, Dobby."

"Y-you, t-t-thank... me?" Dobby broke out in another fit of tears, but at least this time it was much quieter.

Evan sighed and wrapped an arm around the elf and rubbed its back, efficiently consoling and muffling it.

"What does he mean, his family?"

"His wizard family that he serves. He's a house-elf, they serve wizards and a house-elf is bound to a single family his whole life. Mostly only the richer, snottier families have them. A lot of Wizarding shops use them, even Hogwarts have them clean and cook for us."

"Wait, so wizards use them like slaves?" Harry looked back at the crying elf with pity.

Evan shrugged, "Well, basically, yeah, but most elves don't mind. They enjoy cleaning and working for wizards. They can only be freed if their masters present them with clothes. It is considered a shame to be dismissed, according to most elves. However, I'm willing to bet that this one is alot more different than most."

"Do you think they know he's here?"

"Oh, no, sir, so... Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for this. Dobby will have to shut his eyes in the oven door for this."

Evan frowned, "Won't they notice if you shut your eyes in an oven door?"

"Dobby doubts it, ma'am. Dobby is always having to punish himself, ma'am. They let Dobby get on with it. Sometimes they remind Dobby to do extra punishments, sir."

"But why don't you escape, run away or something?" asked Harry, horrified.

"Harry, don't you remember what I just said. They have to be freed. Until then they are magically bonded to follow their master's orders."

"Oh. Wait, how do you know so much about house-elves? I never remember Uncle Padfoot mentioning them or any of the professors."

"Weren't you listening, Harry? They clean Hogwarts and cook in the kitchens. Fred, George and I always go down and get something to eat and when we do, we met the house-elves."

Dobby nodded, "Dobby has heard of the elves working in Hogwarts School. Dobby has met them, they like it there. They like the students, too. But Dobby doesn't wish to work in Hogwarts. Dobby would rather be free."

Evan gave Dobby an odd look, Either his masters are completely horrible people or he is just a strange elf. Probably both.

"Is there anything I could do to help you, Dobby? Or perhaps Evan, anything anybody could do?"

Dobby's eyes grew big and glistened with tears as he opened his mouth up and let out an enormous wail of gratitude. Evan's face turned red in the effort to not smack Dobby in the mouth.

"Shush, shush!" hissed Harry, slapping his hand over Dobby's lips. Evan listened and heard her aunt and uncle's voices downstairs.

"What was that?" Aunt Catrina's angry voice could be heard clearly throughout the house.

"Probably nothing, dear," you could hear how irritated Uncle Padfoot was. "Maybe just a muggle ambulance or something. Go back to sleep."

"But it came from upstairs."

"It's late. You might've imagined it. Please, let's just go to sleep."

They heard some more indistinct noises before silence and finally Uncle Padfoot's loud snores. Harry let go of Dobby, who had calmed down by now.

"There is a favor Harry Potter could do Dobby, sir."

"What?"

"Not return to Hogwarts."

"WHAT?"

Evan looked at the house elf, alarmed, "Harry has to go to Hogwarts, or else he'll fall behind or never get a good education, and then he'd either homeless or leeching off me or Uncle Padfoot the rest of his life."

"No, you can't go back either, Miss Evan. If either of you go back to school this year you'll be in grave danger!"

Harry frowned, "What kind of danger?"

"D-Dobby can't... ARGH!"

Dobby slammed his fists against his head, and Evan quickly grabbed his arms and restrained him.

"Dobby, why can't we return to Hogwarts?"

"It isn't safe!"

"Why not? What's there?"

"Dobby cannot say!"

Evan let him go and poor Dobby shook as tears streamed down his face.

Harry spoke up, "Dobby, why isn't Hogwarts safe this year, when it has never been before?"

"There is an evil, sir, in Hogwarts. Dobby cannot say who, but someone wants to awaken it, and hurt Harry and Evan Potter!"

"Dobby, thanks for the concern, but with Dumbledore there, I expect we'll be-"

Dobby interrupted Harry, "No, this is a danger Harry Potter must not face! Or Evan Potter!"

"I'm sorry, Dobby, but I'm afraid if that's all you have to say, it's about time for you to leave. It's quite late, and we're tired."

Dobby looked from one teen to the other, and then disappeared with a crack.

The next morning Harry and Evan sat with Uncle Padfoot in the living room while Aunt Catrina slept in their bedroom. The siblings had discussed it before breakfast and decided not to tell their godfather about their visit from Dobby.

Sirius had, however, heard them the night before. "What were you two doing last night?"

Evan blinked and Harry paled. Evan replied, "What?"

"Last night I heard you two upstairs an hour after you went up to bed complaining about how tired you were."

Harry shrugged, "Oh, I was bothering her. I needed help with my homework."

"You woke up your aunt. What was with the wailing?"

Evan laughed it off, "Spell gone wrong."

"But, there was a third voice. It was squeaky, and very loud."

Harry and Evan looked at each other. Each of them wore a mask of confusion on their faces. Then Harry said, "I think you were imagining that, Uncle Padfoot."

"Really?"

"Yeah, maybe you just half asleep when you were heard us," offered Evan.

"Maybe," Sirius agreed, and then changed the channel on the muggle television. "There is never anything good on here when I want to watch something!"

Harry felt a wave of relief, "I know right."

Evan smiled, "I'm going up to my room."

"Alright, pumpkin."

When Evan got to her room, an owl was waiting for her. It was the owl George and Fred shared. In its beak was a letter with George's handwriting on it. In all the ways the twins were alike, there penmanship wasn't one of them. Fred's handwriting was small, slanted to the right, and actually pretty decent. George's handwriting, however, was slightly bigger, slanted to the left, and sloppy.

Evan toke the letter and feed and watered the owl. She then sat at her desk to read it.

Evan,

I never realized how overprotective your uncle is. I guess I'm going to get used to it though. I really hope Harry did like the present we got him. The kid should be grateful that he has such good people making sure he has top of the art pranking tools.

It's only been two days and I already miss you. Mum says no more I can't see you again until we go get out school supplies. Apparently, I've been falling behind with my chores... I'll be counting down the days. You know, I don't think I'll ever get over how pretty your eyes are. I know I say that a lot, but its true! You have the prettiest eyes. Fred says he's about ready to kill me, though, if I mention it one more time to him. He'll manage.

I understand how he feels. Ginny is also bugging me about the next time I go to your house if I would bring her. Her crush on Harry grows bigger and bigger every day. I think she wants us to set them up...? I'm not going to get into it

Write me back as soon as possible, and don't forget to include exactly how much you're dying to see me.

Love Always,

George

Evan pulled out a piece of loose leaf notebook paper and a pen. She always used muggle means of writing when she was on summer break. Her hand hovered over the page, and realized she had no clue what to write. She had never been quite as good with words as either of the twins, and she had no idea how to return George's sweet words. She wanted to say them, (or write them) but every time she did it came out too mushy and serious, where George was always light and flirtatious.

So instead her letter included Harry's thanks for the present, a joke she got from Uncle Padfoot, another joke about Ginny and Harry, how much she'd hate not seeing him or Fred for two weeks, and a brief description of her and Harry's visit from Dobby.

She gave the letter to the bird after she signed it, and looked out the window. It was the perfect day for a game of Quidditch. Behind the little suburb they lived in was a little wood, and behind that was on old field that belonged a farmer who hadn't planted anything in years.

She toke her broomstick and ran down the stairs to find Harry. She loved palying one-on-one with Harry. Mainly because Harry would try so hard and he would come so close to beating her, but he never could. And as long as she could help it, that wasn't going to change.