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Harry slumped back onto his pillows. You nearly got Ron and me expelled, he said fiercely. Youd better get lost before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangle you. Dobby smiled weakly. Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home. He blew his nose on a corner of the filthy pillowcase he wore, looking so pathetic that Harry felt his anger ebb away in spite of himself. Why dyou wear that thing, Dobby. he asked curiously. This, sir. said Dobby, plucking at the pillowcase. Tis a mark of the house-elfs enslavement, sir. Dobby can only be freed if his masters present him with clothes, sir. The family is careful not to pass Dobby even a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever. Dobby mopped his bulging eyes and said suddenly, Harry Potter must go home. Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make - Your Bludger. said Harry, anger rising once more. What dyou mean, your Bludger. You made that Bludger try and kill me. Not kill you, sir, never kill you. said Dobby, shocked. Dobby wants to save Harry Potters life. Better sent home, grievously injured, than remain here, sir. Dobby only wanted Harry Potter hurt enough to be sent home. Oh, is that all. said Harry angrily. I dont suppose youre going to tell me why you wanted me sent home in pieces. Ah, if Harry Potter only knew. Dobby groaned, more tears dripping onto his ragged pillowcase. If he knew what he means to us, to the lowly, the enslaved, we dregs of the magical world. Dobby remembers how it was when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at the check this out of his powers, sir. We houseelves were treated like vermin, sir. Of course, Dobby is still treated like that, sir, he admitted, drying his face on the pillowcase. But mostly, sir, life has improved for my kind since you triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-BeNamed. Harry Potter survived, and the Dark Lords power was broken, and it was a new dawn, sir, and Harry Potter shone like a beacon of hope for those of us who thought the dark days would never end, sir. And now, at Hogwarts, terrible things are to happen, are perhaps happening already, and Dobby cannot let Harry Potter stay here now that history is to repeat itself, now that the Chamber of Secrets is open once more - Dobby froze, horrorstruck, then grabbed Harrys water jug from his bedside table and cracked it over his own head, toppling out of sight. A second later, he crawled back onto the bed, cross-eyed, muttering, Bad Dobby, very bad Dobby. So there is a Chamber of Secrets. Harry whispered. And - did you say its been opened before. Tell me, Dobby. He seized the elfs bony wrist as Dobbys hand inched toward the water jug. But Im not Muggle-born - how can I be in danger from the Chamber. Ah, sir, ask no more, ask no more of poor Dobby, stammered the elf, his eyes huge in the dark. Dark deeds are planned in this place, but Harry Potter must not be here when they happen - go home, Harry Potter, go home. Harry Potter must not meddle in this, sir, tis too dangerous - Who is it, Dobby. Harry said, keeping a firm hold on Dobbys wrist to stop him from hitting read more with the water jug again. Whos opened it. Who opened it last time. Dobby cant, sir, Dobby cant, Dobby mustnt tell. squealed the elf. Go home, Harry Potter, go home. Im not going anywhere. said Harry fiercely. One of my best friends is Muggle-born; shell be first in line if the Chamber really has been opened - Harry Potter risks his own life for his friends. moaned Dobby in a kind of miserable ecstasy. So noble. So valiant. But he must save himself, he must, Harry Potter must not - Dobby suddenly froze, his bat ears quivering. Harry heard it, too. There were footsteps coming down the passageway outside. Dobby must go. breathed the elf, terrified. There was a loud crack, and Harrys fist was suddenly clenched on thin air. He slumped back into bed, his eyes on the dark doorway to the hospital wing as the footsteps drew nearer. Next moment, Dumbledore was backing into the dormitory, wearing a long woolly dressing gown and a nightcap. He was carrying one end of what looked like a statue. Professor McGonagall appeared a second later, carrying its feet. Together, they heaved it onto a bed. Get Madam Pomfrey, whispered Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall hurried past the end of Harrys bed out of sight. Harry lay quite still, pretending to be asleep. He heard urgent voices, and then Professor McGonagall swept back into view, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey, who was pulling a cardigan on over her nightdress. He heard a sharp intake of breath. What happened. Madam Pomfrey whispered to Dumbledore, bending over the statue on the bed. Another attack, said Dumbledore. Minerva found him on the stairs. There was a bunch of grapes next to him, said Professor McGonagall. We think he was trying to sneak up here to visit Potter. Harrys stomach gave a horrible lurch. Slowly and carefully, he raised himself a few inches so he could look at the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight lay across its staring face. It was Colin Creevey. His eyes were wide and his hands were stuck up in front of him, holding his camera. Petrified. whispered Madam Pomfrey. Yes, said Professor McGonagall. Fallout 4 builds for beginners I shudder to think. If Albus hadnt been on the way downstairs for hot chocolate - who knows what might have - The three of them stared down at Colin. Then Dumbledore leaned forward and wrenched the camera out of Colins Fallout 4 builds for beginners grip. You dont think he managed to get a picture of his attacker. said Professor McGonagall eagerly. Dumbledore didnt answer. He opened the back of the camera. Good gracious. said Madam Pomfrey. A jet of steam had hissed out of the camera. Harry, three beds away, caught the acrid smell of burnt plastic. Melted, said Madam Pomfrey wonderingly. All melted. What does this mean, Albus. Professor McGonagall asked urgently. It means, said Dumbledore, learn more here the Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again. Madam Pomfrey clapped a hand to her mouth. Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore. But, Albus. surely. who. The question is not who, said Dumbledore, his eyes on Colin. The question is, how. And from what Harry could see of Professor McGonagalls shadowy face, she didnt understand this any better than he did. H CHAPTER ELEVEN THE DUELING CLUB arry woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm reboned but very stiff. He sat up quickly and looked over at Colins bed, but it had been blocked from view by the high curtains Harry had changed behind yesterday. 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