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Posted Feb 18 2013 1:05am

“Dobby, sir. ash sale Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf,” said the creature.

“Oh - really?” said Harry. “Er - I don't want to be rude or anything, but - this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom.”

Aunt Petunias high, false laugh sounded from the living room. The elf hung his head.

“Not that I'm not pleased to meet you,” said Harry quickly, “but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?”

“Oh, yes, sir,” said Dobby earnestly. “Dobby has come to tell you, sir… it is difficult, sir… Dobby wonders where to begin…”

“Sit down,” said Harry politely, pointing at the bed.

To his horror, the elf burst into tears - very noisy tears.

“S-sit down!” he wailed. ” Never … never ever…”

Harry thought he heard the voices downstairs falter.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered, “I didn't mean to offend you or anything—”

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