Dobby

Mia pressed her lips together and took Harry's hand, ready to go back to their room.

"Mia, don't be angry. I don't mind." Seeing how angry his sister was, Harry found himself less upset.

"I do! How could they say that about you?" Mia hated how powerless she was now. No matter how capable she was at school, she still had to bow her head before the Dursley family, because they had raised them, because their aunt was Lily's sister, and because of the damned Ministry of Magic regulations.

"It's all right, I don't mind. Just wait a little longer, and we'll be able to leave here soon." Harry wrapped his arms around his sister and comforted her. He had noticed that whenever Mia got worked up, her pupils would turn red and her magic would even threaten to go out of control. It was very likely an aftereffect of that time she had exhausted her magic.

"Yeah. Once we come of age, we'll leave them some money and settle everything from all these years for good. Then we'll never come back." Mia had calmed down. She was usually even-tempered, except when it came to Harry.

"Let's go inside first." As Harry spoke and was about to lead his sister into the room, he stopped short.

A House-elf was bouncing on Harry's bed.

He hurriedly pulled Mia inside and shut the door. The two of them stared at the House-elf, speechless for a moment. Where had he come from?

"Mr Potter, Miss Potter, this is such an honor." Dobby stopped bouncing, looked at the two of them, and greeted them.

The House-elf was surprisingly polite.

"Who are you?"

"Dobby, Dobby the House-elf."

"I don't mean to be rude, but my bedroom really isn't a suitable place to receive a House-elf right now."

Mia looked at Harry, a little speechless. You're surprisingly polite too, but is that the point? The point is, why is he here?

"Oh, it's all right, Dobby understands completely. There's just something Dobby must say. This... this is so hard to say, Dobby doesn't know how."

Harry had apparently noticed that Dobby was still on his bed. "Would you like to sit down first?"

The moment he said it, Mia knew things were about to go wrong. Harry had clearly never dealt with a House-elf before, and those words had undoubtedly touched a nerve with Dobby.

"Sit down... sit... sit down? Oh! Oh!" Dobby climbed down from the bed in tears, wailing as he cried.

Harry didn't understand and thought he had said something wrong. "Dobby... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard that you're a great wizard, but no wizard has ever treated Dobby as an equal and asked Dobby to sit down." Dobby spoke to Harry excitedly.

"Then you must never have met a good wizard."

"No, Dobby hasn't. It's wrong of me to criticize wizards. Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" With that, he began banging his head against the cupboard door.

Harry was at a loss. He still remembered that his uncle had important business, so he had to stop Dobby.

"Bad Dobby, Dobby must punish himself!"

"Stop, Dobby. What exactly did you come to see us about?" Seeing things getting a little out of hand, Mia quickly spoke up.

"Dobby spoke ill of the family he serves. Dobby must serve the same family all his life. If they knew Dobby was here... but Dobby had to come, Dobby must protect you, must warn you! Harry Potter, Mia Potter, you must not return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year!"

Mia immediately frowned at Dobby.

"There is a plot, a plot for terrible things to happen." Dobby stared intently at them, trying to persuade them both.

"What plot? Who's planning it?" Mia couldn't sit still when she heard that. She could guess that it probably had to do with the Death Eaters. She and Harry were in their way, and they wanted to get rid of them.

"Oh, I can't say." Dobby lowered his head dejectedly.

Dobby was a House-elf and wouldn't betray his master. So who was Dobby's master?

Dobby tried to hurt himself again, making enough noise to alert Uncle Vernon downstairs.

Vernon came up and gave them a warning before slamming the door and leaving.

"Now you know why I want to go back? We don't belong here. We belong in your world, at Hogwarts. That's the only place I have friends." Harry tried to persuade Dobby.

"The friends who don't write to Harry Potter?"

Both of them immediately turned to Dobby. "How do you know? Did you intercept the letters? Where are they?"

Dobby backed away guiltily. "Harry and Mia mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby thought... if Harry and Mia thought their friends had forgotten them, Harry and Mia wouldn't want to go back to school." As he spoke, he pulled out a thick stack of letters.

Mia was so angry she laughed. She drew her wand. "Accio envelopes!"

Seeing that this wasn't working, Dobby opened the door and went downstairs. The two hurried after him. Dobby looked at the cake and Mr and Mrs Mason sitting on the sofa, and had an idea. He tried to throw the cake at Mrs Mason.

"No!" Harry's eyes widened as he tried to catch the cake.

Mia immediately used magic again. She had already used it, so one more time made no difference. "Accio cake!"

Fortunately, they stopped Dobby again, but their uncle and aunt discovered them.

The windows in their room were sealed shut.

"I won't let you go back to that school, and I won't let you see those weird friends of yours again, either. Never!"

That night, unable to sleep, the two of them sat together in the middle of the night.

"Mia, you shouldn't have been impulsive. If they find out you used magic..." Harry looked at Mia worriedly.

Mia shook her head and put the Möbius strip necklace, now engraved with Ancient Runes, back around Harry's neck. "It's all right. Don't you trust my abilities? I engraved Ancient Runes on this necklace, just like the bracelet. If you're in danger, I'll sense it and appear by your side immediately."

Harry clutched the necklace and buried his head in Mia's shoulder. "Mia, I don't want anything to happen to you. I can't go through what happened with Quirrell a second time. I'll go mad."

"Don't be afraid. I'll be all right." Mia stroked Harry's messy hair. It was just like their father James's.

"Yeah, it's a promise."

"It's a promise."

Just then, the two of them faintly heard a sound.

"Harry? Did you hear something?"

Harry got up and walked to the window. Mia joined him and looked up.

A car was flying straight toward them.

"?"

It was Ron, George, and Fred!

"Hi, Harry, Mia!"

"Ron, Fred, George, what are you doing here?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Of course we're here to rescue you. Hurry and get your things."