Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

"Well, part of that is thanks to the Weasleys," I told him, fibbing a bit. "The Ministry has been cracking down on Dark artifacts recently, not entirely sure why, but Arthur recently got a bit of a promotion, and he's been tasked with hunting down some of said artifacts. Lucius Malfoy may have the Minister of Magic's ear, but even he can't escape a scandal if he's found in possession of certain forbidden things. So, he's hoping to get rid of them. And, from what Dobby is saying, he also plans to do something at Hogwarts. Which wouldn't be hard, seeing as he's on the School Board. Put two and two together, and we get the conclusion that he wants to fob off a nasty Dark artifact, possibly using a student as a patsy, that will cause trouble at Hogwarts."

"I see. Any idea what his plan is beyond that, exactly?" Harry inquired, and I bit my lip before replying.

"I think… it will have something to do with the Chamber of Secrets," I said slowly, deciding to reveal a little bit more.

"Another thing I have no idea about," the Boy-Who-Lived grumbled.

"To be fair, not a lot of people know about it. It's more of a myth than fact these days," I comforted him. "The Chamber of Secrets was supposedly built by Salazar Slytherin himself to protect the school, although some legends state it was built to purge the muggleborn from the castle."

"Slytherin again?" Harry grumbled, and I winced.

"Yeah… the house and its founder are… complicated," I muttered.

"How can you be sure Lucius Malfoy will do something with the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry eventually asked.

"I saw it happen in the future," I decided to say, and let Harry come to his own conclusions.

"Divination again? I'm starting to think I should take that when it's offered," Harry said.

"Eh, I'd advise against it, but you do you," I replied with a shrug. "Just be sure to write to me if something weird happens in Hogwarts. I'll send whatever help I can."

"Thanks, that means a lot," Harry said with a grateful smile. He then turned his focus over to Dobby, who wilted under his gaze. "Now, then, what do we do with him?"

"Does Harry Potter Sir wish for Dobby to iron his ears or stick his head in the oven as punishment?" Dobby inquired, and Inky, Harry, and I recoiled in revulsion.

"No! No, no, no!" Harry shouted. "Never do any of that to yourself!"

"But that is what Master M-Malfoy wishes me to do when Dobby messes up," the House Elf replied, quivering on the spot.

There was dead silence for a good minute before Harry stood up off the couch and approached Dobby. He then crouched down and gave him a tight hug, embracing the little being.

"S-sir?" he whimpered, eyes wide, and Harry just hugged harder.

"I will save you," Harry whispered, though it was loud enough for us all to hear.

I politely pretended not to see the tears streaming down either of their faces.

Eventually, they broke apart, and I spoke up.

"I think, for now, Dobby should return to the Malfoys," I said slowly. When Harry shot me an indignant look, I raised my hands in surrender. "Hey, I don't mean forever! I'm sure we can come up with a way to break the bond and free Dobby! But we can't detain the poor guy. House Elves might not be treated well by some, but if the Malfoys find out you're responsible for, uh, keeping Dobby away from them, they could sue you, and the Ministry would side with them. That sort of scrutiny isn't something either of us need."

"Do I have House Elves?" Harry asked after a moment, looking at me, and I frowned.

"I don't actually know," I admitted. "I think… House Potter would have been old and prestigious enough to afford one or two, but without consulting the goblins who manage your estate, we'll never know. I don't think you did, since a House Elf would have died before letting Voldemort so much as get near you or your parents, but who knows."

"Another thing I have to wait to find out about," Harry cursed another his breath. I patted his back sympathetically.

"Sorry about that," I said. I then frowned as I saw the clock on the wall and took note of the time. "Uh, better get ready for dinner, Harry. We don't want to be late."

"I don't want Hermione to scold me," Harry muttered, turning back to his luggage to get out some nice clothes. Which he did have, I'd made sure to buy him a couple nice shirts and pants combos that actually fit him before he went to Hogwarts.

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